BUNCHES

CHAPTER 2

The 26-year-old woman took Mira in her car to a white city car parked in the minimalist carport of the small family residence. How surprised he was when he saw the flaming red thin scarf, covering the windshield of their car.

Cici stopped her steps, turned her head back, asked a little strangely to Akmal.

"Bi... whose red scarf is this?"

Akmal just turned his head, pressed the light switch to turn off the front porch lights of the house.

"Hmm...!"

Akmal is still wondering about his wife's question.

Cici pressed the switch back on the porch light, again asking the same question, "Abi, whose red scarf is this?"

Akmal smiled faintly, "Who else has Ami? Is there another woman in our house? Obviously we live only three, Oneng comes at nine. Or maybe you have a neighbor's wife next door!"

Akmal teased the tip of his wife's nose, so as not to think of strange things that confused him very early in the morning.

"Come, Ami's serious....! Cook the next-door neighbor put his shawl in our car? Why try?"

Cici looked in anger at Akmal.

Akmal did not want to argue with his wife, he took the soft red scarf, placed it in a travel bag that he would put in the back of the car. The incident made their little daughter Mira cry for no reason.

Cici tried to calm her beloved daughter, gently rubbed Mira's back, turned off the porch light switch, rushed into the car.

"Quiet darling...! What do you want? Want some cake, milk, or something?"

Cici moved her legs, to pet her little daughter to calm down. But Mira was crying louder and louder, looking back, like seeing something really scary.

"What a son, Ami here, soon Abi in. We're taking Abi yah?"

Cici continues to persuade Mira to calm down, waiting for Akmal to enter the steering wheel.

Akmal smiled, tempting his daughter to calm down, "Abi here, what's the pretty Abi? Want to be with Abi? Sitting here?"

Mira was still crying, but not ignored by Akmal, immediately drove his vehicle to leave their residence to the branch office where Akmal worked.

Cici gives Mira milk, to be calm in her arms.

"Make sure, shut up if you've got a favorite pacifier. Abi's son is smart."

Akmal gently rubbed Mira's tiny feet covered in socks so as not to get cold.

Cici still looked puzzled, still imagining the red scarf that the woman used last night, "Is that the red scarf of the carriage lady miserably? Why did he leave his shawl? Will he...? Aaaagh, it seems I'm too haunted by fear."

Akmal was seriously driving his vehicle, when he saw the figure of a very beautiful woman who flashed in front of him, when stopping the car at the intersection of red lights that were burning.

The woman wearing the red scarf, even greatly amazed her gaze.

"Beautiful.. it's perfect...!"

Akmal was fascinated, not even realizing that the light was green but he was still daydreaming until the sound of a horn came from behind.

Cici who realized her husband was daydreaming, patted Akmal's shoulder gently, "Abi.... think what the hell? It's green...! Walk...!"

Akmal was shocked to hear his wife's voice. He pointed towards a confused look, making him re-press the gas pedal to increase his speed.

Cici who realized her husband was not okay, could only smile faintly, "See what the hell? Ampe doesn't know the green light."

"Ami's working today?"

"Hmm, I guess not. Love the task, Ami again lazy out of the house. At most go away for a while for regular kayak weekly shopping."

Akmal nodded in understanding, "Be careful, dear Ami. Thanks last night, Ami was hot."

Cici laughed out loud, hearing her husband's increasingly unusual babble, "Cock Abi tumben say thank you? For four years married, most only love sun aja. Now a new grudge thanks, like a new dapet durian collapsed Ami sangking happy."

Both of them laughed again, feeling happiness that will never end, because of the togetherness that is always warm, although there are some disputes, but the maturity of both can provide comfort for the integrity of their households.

Akmal is a 27-year-old black man who works as a private bank manager. The sweet face is very authoritative, making Cici the Malay art dancer fall in love at first sight.

They were introduced through family matchmaking at a young age. Feeling fit and deciding to get married after taking a few months approach.

The car parked in front of the branch office where Akmal works, of course, has been anticipated by some of the ideal male colleagues, not tall, but very attractive to women.

Cici held Akmal's arm, before her husband got out of his small car, hugged her husband's arm full of love, "Ami felt something different this time, I hope Abi is all right. Don't forget to tell Ami yah?"

Cici's teary eyes held back tears, seemingly powerless to stem the fear of losing her husband.

Akmal gently rubbed Cici's head, gently peeping his wife's forehead, "God willing Abi is fine, Ami was also careful. Abi went only three days, not three centuries!"

Cici advances her spoiled lips, waiting for a friendly kiss from her beloved husband.

Of course Akmal teased his wife, softly kissed Cici's lips, but again the scenery was increasingly disturbed because he saw the figure of the woman he saw while at the red light, sitting behind the passenger seat is paying attention to the intimacy of the couple.

"Astaghfirullah...!"

Akmal took off his kiss, making Cici jump in shock, feeling what Akmal felt.

"Tell me why?"

Cici turned her gaze, towards Akmal, who was still rubbing her chest slowly.

"Hmm, nothing. Yuuk, let's go down. Abi take the travel bag first in the back trunk."

The sweet man rushed down from the car, opened the luggage door, rubbed his eyes again, over the scene he had just seen.

"Why is that woman following my steps? The feeling was just a glimpse at the red light. Why is she following my family? Aaagh, maybe because I'm too tired, because last night slept a little late."

Akmal closed the luggage door, approaching Cici, who was waiting for him while holding the tiny body of Mira who was still asleep.

"Yuuk, let's get stale first!"

Akmal brings Cici, to join his co-workers saying goodbye and congratulations until the destination.

Cici who was a little tired from carrying Mira, asked Akmal to take down the baby stroller owned by Mira which they always carry everywhere.

Akmal, who was the husband on standby, rushed to pick up the baby stroller at the request of the wife, but how surprised he was when he again saw the same woman following him by standing straight staring fixedly at the face of the sweet black man.

Akmal was silent, his legs were shivering, a little frightened, for admiring the beauty of the woman who was so dazzling before him, without smiling, yet so stunning. The charm of a very attractive woman, even melted her faith as an ordinary man.

"Oh my God, is this my last day with my little family?"

Akmal rubbed his face gently, took a deep breath, threw it away slowly, refocused on the wife who was waiting for his arrival bringing a baby stroller to their beloved daughter.