Arrived - Arrived Matchmade

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The image glanced at the cynical Andi. But he was satisfied, already managed to make Adam and Zahira quarrel. And soon Adam will be completely his.

While Adam, the man passed to his desk without taking the rice box Citra gave him. He knew enough of Andi's insinuations just now. No matter what stomach rumbling is better this way than having to eat the rice box.

"Ron, at home you have no pesticides?" Andi asked the bespectacled man who was sitting nearby.

"Nothing, why do you use all pesticides?" Roni asked back.

"I want to exterminate the poison conch, let him disappear from this office." Andi answered while directing his gaze towards Citra.

"Well..." Roni laughing. Of course Roni knows the purpose of the words of his coworkers that are none other than and not for Citra.

"Relax, I'll find it at the farm drugstore." Roni.

All of Adam's colleagues in this one room already knew about the incident in the office lobby. And all regretted the attitude of Citra that turned out to be a thorn in the household between Adam and his wife.

"If you can, tomorrow you bring it." Andi.

"Snake.." Roni raised her thumb.

The image was made furious with the words Andi and Roni. He went back to his cubicle table, carrying a box of rice that Adam had refused.

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Zahira helps her mother fold her clothes in front of the television.

"Sir, is it late afternoon you don't want to go home?" Ask the Mother.

"Where to Mak, this is Hira's house." Answer's relaxed.

After being brought home by Andi. Zahira went straight into her room to rest her body that was tired because of the incident. Both of Zahira's parents had no idea about the problems her daughter was having.

Likewise with his two in-laws, Zahira had told them that he would stay in his own house so that they would not worry because Zahira who never returned home.

"Yes, I know that this is your home too. You mean the mother, go home to your husband Nduk.." Obviously Mother.

Zahira breathed. "I don't want to go home, Mom." He said softly while folding his pants Akmal.

"You want to stay here again?" Asked the mother who was unaware of the sad look on her daughter's face.

Zahira just nodded. Her throat felt choked to say the truth if she did not want to go back to her husband's house but could not voice.

"Your sister's clothes you put in her closet, yes, Mom wants to put these clothes into Mom's own room." He said as he stood up and entered his room leaving Zahira bowed listlessly.

Zahira got up from her seat after removing the crystals on her cheeks and walked into the room where her sister put Akmal's clothes in the closet. After that Zahira sat on the edge of the mattress while stroking her distended stomach.

"Sir, you're healthy inside huh. You have to be a strong boy. Sorry this sweet mother." Zahira's voice sounded bitter while stroking her distended stomach.

Akmal walked into his room immediately startled to see Zahira sitting and daydreaming.

"Sir, ngagetin a man!" Akmal said rubbing his chest to find the brother who was suddenly in his room.

Zahira looked and smiled. "Mal, please anterin Mbak to the mini market ya." Her request.

"Now?" Ask Akmal to make sure.

Zahira nodded. "Yes, can you?" Ask.

"You can, but I take a shower." Akmal replied without protesting.

"Yes, if that's why I want to change clothes while waiting for you to take a shower." Zahira said and then came out of Akmal's room.

Zahira went into her room. Zahira himself had taken a shower since it was now four in the afternoon. Zahira took one of the clothes that he had set aside in this house.

"Yes, this game doesn't fit anymore." His complaints after wearing a robe that he thinks is now a small if he wears. Then take it off and look for another game that is wider than the previous one.

"I think tomorrow I have to go to the market, buy new clothes." He murmured while closing the closet door.

The woman polished her face with natural makeup and put her wallet and cell phone in her sling bag.

"Where are you going Nduk, really neat?" Ask Zahira's mother.

"You go to the mini market Mak." Answer Zahira.

"alone?" Ask Mom again.

"Emak dip martabak eggs yes, for a moment do not go first. Mom took the money in the room." Said the mother who was about to walk into the room but Zahira immediately restrained the mother's arm.

"Use the money Hira aja Mak." Sahut Zahira, let not long wait.

"Oh, yo wes that's it." Nod Mom.

"Come on Ma'am." Take Akmal to Zahira.

Zahira got on his motorbike and Akmal drove the vehicle to the place mentioned by his brother. Twelve minutes, they arrived at the mini market. Zahira chose the items she needed during her stay at her parents' house. After it was felt that enough pregnant women were queuing at the cashier to pay.

Akmal waited for his sister in front of the mini market while eating an ice cream cup. Zahira approached her sister and extended her shopping to Akmal.

"Sir, we'll buy some eggs first." Zahira said while wearing a helmet.

"Okay, buy two yes Ma'am." Akmal Pinta.

"Buy one, your money stays a little." Reject Zahira because he does not use the money given from Adam but uses his own money.

Akmal drove his motorbike to the base of the egg martabak seller. As he said earlier, Zahira only bought one pack.

"Let's go home." Zahira pats Akmal's shoulder.

Without them knowing, it turns out Adam is behind their bike.

"Sir, it's like Adam's Mas." Akmal said glancing at his rearview mirror.

"Where?" Zahira asked, advancing her body a little.

"Abehind us." Answer Akmal.

"Udah, justin." Answer Zahira cuek.

Adam increased his speed to side by side with the Akmal motor. The handsome man told Akmal to stop. Akmal stopped his motorcycle.

"Why stop all the hell Dek." Zahira protests as Akmal pulls over.

Akmal turned his head to the side after turning off his motor.

"Mas Adam told me to stop, yes I stopped." Akmal replied lightly making Zahira hold back his annoyance.

"Udah, now you turn on the bike again. We go home, don't stop everything!" Omel Zahira without glancing at Adam who was standing beside him.

"Let's go home with Mas." Take Adam gently.

"Mal.you don't hear me." Upset Zahira while hitting Akmal's shoulder. Ignore Adam's invitation.

"Okay, yeah-yes. Play a hit usually, anyways piggyback on the husband who does not want to." Akmal Grouse.

"Not want to. The bike is high, you're pregnant. You forgot yes, come on!" Sahut Zahira gave a reasonable reason.

"Totally so." Akmal mangosteen.

"Mas, we go first." Pamit Akmal then left Adam.

Adam looked at Zahira who was already far from his reach. He rushed up to his motorbike and followed the speed of the Akmal motorbike. Adam's forehead fused behind the helmet he was wearing when Akmal did not drive his wife home.

Zahira got off the bike carrying her shopping and sat down on the porch seat joining her mother.

"Nih, Mother's order's martabak." He said while laying on the table.

"Thank you Nduk." Mom and Zahira replied just nodding.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Adam approached them.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Uh, Mom's daughter-in-law is home from work." Adam kissed Zahira's mother's hand.

Zahira goes into her room without caring about Adam.

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