BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

78. Habibati

"Hem!" the sound of Dinda thumping made me and Ken hurriedly let go of our embrace. "Sister, he said he wanted to buy food. Waiting even delicious courtship with Ken mas. Just got angry, didn't want to meet, until ngusir. It's like a third world war, it turns out the ending is like this." said Dinda while shaking her head.

"Hehehe, you could." I scratched my head, to divert the embarrassment of being caught by Dinda. But, after I thought about it, I don't think it's a sin to hug Ken. We're married, but since it's in public, it's a bit less ethical.

"So you want to eat, don't you?" ask Dinda again.

"Yes .. yes. You're not very impatient, Din." I said, tidying up the little bag I was carrying.

"The problem is that Dinda's stomach is hungry, brother. Is your sister hungry?" ask Dinda.

"It's not, maybe because there's Ken." I smiled shyly.

"Ganjen!" Dinda sneers.

"Belgium!" i repay. "Udah yuk Ken, accompany me to the front, will nyari eat for your sister-in-law. He does not know love, so do not understand that love can make full." I said, carelessly.

"Haha, Rara ... Rara!" Ken stroked my head.

Before Dinda returned to protest because we were still engrossed in each other, I immediately pulled Ken's hand, invited him to go to the front of the hospital because I realized that my stomach was also rumbling.

"It turns out love doesn't make you full either." I said, chuckling.

"It's a good thing that Dinda didn't hear, otherwise she could have turned her back on us." replied Ken.

"Yes, too, Ken."

"Bye,"

"Yes,"

"Why do you still call me Ken."

"Because your name is Ken."

"But we are married. Try calling me mas, brother, aa or baby is also okay. Don't call Ken dong."

"Hm" I thought for a moment. What Ken said was true as well, I just realized that all this time just calling him by name, there should be a call as well, other than because he was my husband, he was older than me. "Mas Ken?"

"Mzoshan,"

"Abang Ken?"

"So weird, does that sound?"

"Aa Ken?"

"Not fit!"

"Hm, what if baby? Dear husband?"

"Delivered a little, my dear wife."

"My dear husband."

"Well, it's so perfectly audible in the ear. Like a melodious song that makes my chest pound."

"Hehehe, it could have been,"

Ken grabbed my hand, put it on his chest. I was the one who was smiling so stiff. Although married, but sometimes being in a position so close to Ken makes my heart beat faster.

"Baby Ken," I said.

"Yes" he looked into my eyes.

Just about to express love again, suddenly as heavy as a light, which turned out to be a blind flashlight we immediately spaced because the flashlight was directed right into our eyes.

"Hem," Ken cleared his throat.

"Sorry, what are you doing there?" ask a person dressed in security.

"Sir, the flashlight is not directed to the eyes dong!" Ken protested, because in addition to feeling uncomfortable in his eyes, he was also upset because the light also made me uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, it's late, mas and mbak what are you doing in a quiet place like this? I am a security guard at this hospital, everything related to order here is my responsibility!" said the father of security.

"Let's just calm sir, we're not doing anything forbidden" Ken replied.

"Then why are you alone here?" the father has not yet released us.

"It's a darn, '" I said. Men will usually rise their emotions if the disturbed is the woman. I do not want to have a fight with the father because he is not actually wrong, we are the only ones who can not put themselves.

"First to eat. This is my wife. We passed by, kept getting carried away because it was so good here because there was a full moonlight" said Ken, pulling my hand in front of the father, showing us our wedding ring.

"Oh, if you want to eat outside sir, don't be there. I think I want to pervert. How good it is, it's dark here!" Said the father.

"Astagfirefull!" I said Ken and I were together.

"Mas, let's go." I pulled out Ken's hand, embarrassed by the accusation.

Indeed, the father is not wrong, a lot of young couples who have not been halal to do prohibited things in quiet places like that. But we are not part of that.

"Duh, that's so shameful. Next time we have to take care of ourselves, ma'am." I said, shaking hands to the face to reduce the groggy feeling.

"How can I stay, because I miss it. We just met again, which." Ken Reveal.

"Yes too. But keep an attitude!" I said, gently pushing Ken's body away from me before getting reprimanded a second time.

***

Mama's home today. Me and Ken picked up. Actually Ken had already stated that mom and Dinda were brought to our house only. The house was quite large, so it could be inhabited by many people. If Mama and Dinda were there, the house wouldn't feel lonely anymore. Especially when I quit my job soon. With my mom living with us, it made it easier for us to control my health.

But mama refused on the grounds that no one was guarding the house, even though I actually understand, mama bothered to Ken's parents. However, the house is a gift from Ken's parents, the mother does not want to go there because she feels unworthy.

"Father and mom won't mind, ma. Rara was sure of that. They're very nice people. Rara who is usually stiff with people has just been immediately comfortable because both Ken's parents treat Rara like a real child themselves." I said, still in an effort to persuade mommy, still, even though we drove to my mom's house.

"Mama's also sure, dad and mom want Ken to be good people. But we also have to take care, Ra. Don't be treated well, instead. We should know ourselves, Ra. My mom doesn't want any problems. Your brotherhood and Ken's family aren't just a year and two years old, but Mama's hoping for forever, Ra. To God's heaven." said Mama.

"Yes Allah ma ..." I hugged Mama. "Thank you for praying for Rara, ma. Rara also wishes for mama to be happy!"

Indeed, the name of the relationship with besan parties should be maintained carefully. It's good luck to have a good job, to understand each other. But the name is human, if treated unkindly then it can change as well. Especially if we want to.

"Here you go home first. Mama is nothing. There was also Dinda who took care of my mom. Poor Ken, ever since he got home from Paris, had to go back and forth to the hospital, take care of my mom" said Mama. "You really didn't notice it. Aye, right?"

"But Rara still misses her mom. After all Ken doesn't matter, ma." I hugged my mom's arm.