BRIPDA MAHMUD'S 30-DAY GIRLFRIEND

Chapters 19. In The Car

At nine o'clock the team and six employees left for the mother office in the rainy and cold weather biting.

"We're going slow Mr. Sulis, yes. The important thing is to survive until the destination," said Mr. Rizki.

"Yes, sir." Mr. Sulis nodded his head.

Everyone knew what kind of terrain they were going through. Travel in the dark night. There is no street light illumination like the glitter of lights on city streets. This is the location of the company's project road in the middle of the forest. Right left the road is lush by large trees, more often hear the sound of uwak uwak and hanging monkeys, often also found very steep ravines. Of course, the atmosphere is different from day trip with night trip. 

There was a pregnant employee's wife, she was sitting in front on the left side of the driver, her husband was sitting on her left. In the rear saf, Dinda sat in the middle, followed by Mahmud sitting on the left side near the door. To the right of Dinda sits the employee's wife as well, and to the far right Mr. Rizki.

At the rear of the saf, Duki was with three employees.

Although the car is loaded with passengers, it does not reduce the cold of the night air. Plus the rain. Dinda felt cold, her palms were cold as well.

Mahmud sat to the left of Dinda with his right hand on his back behind Dinda.

Mahmud's breath was warm to the left of Dinda.

"Cold, yeah." Mahmud.

Dinda nodded her head without looking.

"It's cold, '" Mahmud said as he touched Dinda's hand. Dinda was shocked and turned to Mahmud. But Mahmud cuek as if nothing happened. 

An hour later, the car kept driving under the rain. The cold and quiet make passengers sleepy. Some people without closing their eyes. Including Dinda, the longer the eyes feel heavy to open. Only Mr. Mahmud and Mr. Sulis were heard still chatting. Seeing that Dinda was asleep, Mahmud leaned Dinda's head against his right shoulder. 

Until the car runs slowly because Sulis feels there is something different with the rear car tire. Sulis stopped the car.

"Why, Mr Sulis?" Ask Mahmud who also felt there was an oddity.

"I think the rear tire is flat, Ndan. I'll check it out for a second!" Sulis opened the door to get out. Mahmud came out. They both checked the back of the car. True exists. The right rear tire is flat.

"Pak Sulis brought his spare tire? Ask Mahmud.

"She, Ndan." Mr. Sulis opened the rear trunk to pick up spare tyres as well as equipment to change tires.

There was a dump truck passing from the opposite direction. Seeing Mr. Sulis outside the car, the dump truck driver stopped.

"What's up, Mr Sulis?" Shouted Mr. dump truck driver.

"Moreover, Mang." Sulis replied that he would change the tires with Mahmud. Then Amang dump truck driver was down, helped remove the flat tire and install a new tire.

Hearing people shouting and noisily, Dinda woke up, seeing the person in the car still sleeping. Dinda searched for the source of the sound to be behind the car, also saw the dump truck stop across the street.

Although not as hard as before, but the rain still faithfully fell with specks. Minutes later, Amang returned to his dump truck. Sulis and Mahmud get back in the car. 

"Mang, I'm ahead!" Pamit Sulis and Mahmud on dump truck driver.

"Yes, Ndan, Mr. Sulis. Please!" Sulis came in and sat behind the wheel. 

Mahmud also returned to sit on Dinda's left, taking off his wet safety suit. He came back wearing only a pres body shirt featuring his macco body. 

"Tin! Tin!" The sound of the car horn and back on. 

"Let's play guessing, Madam Din, let's not sleepy!" Take Mahmud.

"Come on! Who's afraid!" Sahut Dinda spirit with a voice that is rather raucous people wake up.

"Winning gives you a guess, losing on the other side, huh?"

"The loser answers!" Sambar Dinda's.

"Haha!" Mr. Sulis laughed.

"Not fun. If you can't answer in a flick, hayo!" Mahmud made a deal.

"What is Far in the eyes close in the heart?" Ask Mahmud.

"Milk!" Answer Dinda.

Now Dinda. "White hair is gray hair, red hair is blonde, what is green hair?"

"Hair is green." Mahmud Sahut.

"Mistake haha! Hayo! Mr. Sulis knows, what?" Ask Dinda.

"Rambutan has not yet mateng." Mr. Sulis replied as he continued to hold the wheel and focus on the road.

"Rubber, Mr. Sulis. Who cannot answer the flick. Here!" Said Dinda.

"What juice comes down from the sky?" Ask Dinda.

"Jus, that's exactly what I don't know." Mahmud Sahut.

"Rubber." Dinda.

"What's the difference between you and a clock?" Ask Mahmud.

"What, huh?" Dinda thought but found no answer.

"Come, hurry!"

"don't know. What try?"

"This flicked his hand."

"No. Answer me, what come?" Rajuk Dinda's.

"If the hour hand is a number. If you keep my mind up." Mahmud Sahut.

"Hii, ngaco." Dinda pouting.

"Haha!" Mahmud and Sulis.

"One more, here! What panda makes you smile?" Ask Mahmud.

"Cute panda." Dinda Sahut.

"Wrong, not that. What hayo?"

"Hem, your pandas .. hii.. don't hang on, deh!" Dinda pouting.

"Haha! Comeing! Want to continue answering or want to be in floss?"

"Yes…!" Dinda.

"Get me see what? Proceed!"

"Moreover yourself!"

"Lha! Why so cranky? Is this a guess?"

"The question is ngaco."

"Haha!" Spontaneous Mahmud laughed as he pulled Dinda's nose.

And without feeling the car entered the main camp gate. The car goes to the girls' dormitory to get Dinda down.

"Sleep well." Mahmud whispers into Dinda's ear as Dinda gets out of the car.

"Thank you,"

Dinda went straight into the princess dormitory. And the car drove back to another place.

*

Adri is still talking about the incident on the bridge experienced by Dinda and Mahmud the other day, although the news spread is not true. Dinda cuek alone, did not want to respond to him. Dinda is busy with her work and activities.

After the afternoon from the office, Dinda went to the mosque to teach children. After teaching, children often ask Dinda to tell stories about the Prophet. The kids were very enthusiastic to listen to him.

"Ustadzah, stories about the stories of the Prophet, dong!" Pinta Alia who followed her friends compact.

"okay! Who will listen to the story of the Prophet?"

"From the first Prophet, Ustadzah."

"good. Before telling the story of the Prophet, Ustadzah asked, Yes! How many prophets and apostles are there?" Ask Dinda to the kids. The kids seem to think.

"Come on! Who can answer correctly, Ustadzah love prize money five thousand."

"I'm Ustadzah!" Alia raised her hand.

"Yes, Alia."

"There are twenty-five prophets and Apostles." Answer Alia.

"good. Now listen to Ustadzah explain, yes!" Dinda watched the children all sitting quietly ready to listen. Including Iqbal, a second-year elementary school boy who likes to fuss and nosy as his friend.