Cempaka Bride

Exchange Rooms

"How do you check?" ask Triska. He looks confused.

"Yes, brother is sleeping in your room" Zein said with a big smile.

"Nhd!" triska protest.

"Lho, what's the ngaco? Really! Brother slept in your room. You sleep in your brother's room."

Triska was silent; trying to weigh in before answering.

"Do you want to sleep with your brother?" tempt Zein who immediately rewarded pinch on the arm.

Zein chuckled softly while continuing to drive.

"Bang, can you pick me up from work?"

"Not knowing, dear. Brother numpang's job. Why emang? Ferdi's bothering you again?"

Triska nodded. Remembering the pretentious young man working at the shop next to the clinic made him a little upset.

Since last week the skinny young man often forced to drive him home and always rejected him.

"Harp if he's a macem-macem" Zein said.

Triska nodded and smiled as she felt the elusan in her hand. The man next to her was very good at calming her down. Makes her feel protected and pampered.

When the car stopped in front of the clinic, there were already several motorcycles parked there.

Triska opened her seatbelt and moved to open the door. His movements came to a halt as he felt Zein pull his hand.

"Half an hour before you go home, call your brother, yeah. Brother try to pick her up," Zein said as she blinked one eye.

Triska nodded and lowered her foot out of the car. Then shut the car door. Waving hands as Zein's car pulled away.

***

"Ris, look for the same Ferdi tuh," said Sulis who just appeared.

"Males ahh's. Rese her mah,"

triska continued typing patient data for a month.

"Say you have a boyfriend. Let him not bother you anymore."

"Udah. But still ngeyel!"

Sulis smiled. His right hand stretched out to touch Triska's shoulder. "Tabok to nyebelin."

Triska laughed at Sulis' words. This white-skinned and sweet-faced woman had indeed understood her habits very well.

Meanwhile in his office, Rama had just sat in his chair when Didi suddenly pulled up the chair and sat in front of him.

"I just heard that you're going out with Vinda" said the thin-mouthed man.

"O, huh?" sahut Rama's. His hands were busy tidying up the slightly messy workbench.

"I'm first again. Though it's been a long time to doi," continued Didi who was greeted by a sharp gaze from Rama.

"Find the others!" rama said with a cold tone.

Didi smiled as she got up from the chair. Standing quietly in front of Rama for a while before finally returning to his room in the next division.

Rama who had disturbed concentration returned to focus with his work wiping the workbench. Somehow he felt disbelief in how to clean the table by the cleaning services. So every morning he would wipe his desk until it was completely clean, then he could focus on working.

Without feeling the day began to go up in the afternoon. Rama turned off the laptop, then spread out his hands and wriggled on the chair.

The table around him was empty. There were only two other employees besides him who were still in the office.

Rama cleaned up the luggage before getting up from the chair. Stand up straight and start stepping out of the study.

"I go first, yes," she said to the two men who waved.

Rama swung his footsteps down the deserted office hallway. Other rooms are also the same condition as the room.

He stopped for a while in a large mirror near the stairs. His right hand moved his hair. Then down the stairs to the first floor.

The atmosphere here was a little more crowded than on the second floor. Several other employees waved their hands which he responded with a wave as well.

Then he continued to step towards the parking lot while removing the car key from the left pants pocket.

Arriving at the car he immediately opened the lock and door. Put his briefcase first, then step into the car.

The left hand strikes the radio after the right hand starts the engine. He left the door open for a while so that the hot, stuffy steam from inside the car could come out. He then closed the door and put on his seat belt.

The car slowly advanced leaving the parking lot. Split the crowded flower city street in the afternoon.

Rama was driving casually. A smile rang on his lips as he got closer to the boarding house of Vinda.

Arriving there Rama pulled over the car on the side of the road in front of the kosan. Turn off the engine and unbuckle the seat belt. Take the backpack in the middle seat. Then open the door and get down quickly. Closing the door again and not forgetting to lock it.

Rama went to the room Winda located at the very back of the kosan. Knock on the door slowly. Smiled widely as Winda opened the door and immediately greeted him with a warm embrace.

"I haven't had a shower yet. Not afraid of my smelly ass?" rama asked as he let go of his embrace and stepped inside the room.

"Mas mah never stinks. Fragrance continues. Suspicious of bathing with diguyurin perfume," seloroh Winda. The woman moved to make tea for Rama who sat firmly while throwing sandals on the carpet on the floor. He leaned back to the edge of the mattress while watching the sexy-looking Winda with a negligee limited to the knee patterned polkadot.

"This, Mas. Drink first," said Winda while holding a cup of tea into the hands of Rama.

"Thank you, yes," said Rama sincerely.

For a moment they were silent to each other. Winda is busy playing mobile phones while Rama is busy watching television.

"Tomorrow to go to Bogor?" tanya Winda broke the silence.

"Yes. Early in the morning. Nginap. Sunday morning, return home" answered Rama. His eyes began to close. The drowsiness that began to attack made it difficult for him to hold his eyes open.

"That's right! Every time you come here you sleep!" winda Protest.

"Sleepy euy. I slept a little. Azan Magrib woke up, yes."

Rama moved to take the pillow from the top of the mattress and put it on the floor. He quickly lay down while hugging the waist of Vinda. Shortly thereafter, he fell asleep.

Winda's right hand rubbed Rama's hair. The man next to him had managed to steal his wounded heart. Slowly but surely love began to bloom in the heart of Vinda.

"Mas, wake! Udah azan," whispered Vinda in Rama's ear.

Slowly the man moved his eyes. Trying to open his eyes that are still close.

Linda has gone to the bathroom. Soon he came out and immediately prepared his prayer equipment.

Rama got up and sat down for a while. Take the backpack at the toe and open it quickly. Take out her change of clothes and toiletries before stepping into the bathroom. Meditate with shahdu before a clean shower. Change clothes. Do not forget to take the wudu before coming out of the bathroom.

His hand stuffed the work shirt into the backpack and closed it back. Then he hurried to pray.

The rain started to fall. The atmosphere of kosan is getting quiet and quiet. The occupants prefer to remain silent in their rooms.

"Wait a minute. Males is coming out. Any bread or cookies for the stomach wedge?" Rama asked back.

Winda nodded and grabbed a large jar near the television shelf. Unpack the contents and take out a few large packs of biscuits. Rama took one and put it directly in his mouth. They chatted rimgan while waiting for the fried rice man.

Meanwhile, at the boarding house of Bu Wahyu, the other residents began to eat dinner with a simple side dish made by Tia and Ayu.

They then went into their rooms to rest.

As per the chatter earlier this morning, that night Zein exchanged rooms with Triska.

"Abang, the quarry moved there to my room. I was sleepy" said Triska, yawning several times.

"Yeeeeee. He's ngusir. This is my brother's room. Like-like brother dong want to move when," said Zein while trying Triska's cheek.

"Au ahh's. I want to sleep!" Triska got up and stood up from the floor. Then stagger to Zein's room. Squeeze the body quickly and set the position of the favorite pillow he had brought.

Zein followed from behind. Sitting on the edge of the mattress while covering his lover's body with a blanket. His right hand moved caressing Triska's hair which slowly began to fall asleep.

Such great love in the chest made Zein seem reluctant to move on. However, he stood up and stepped out of the room. Pick up the cell phone and the charging device lying on the floor. Then walk out the door. Don't forget to close it back.

The light rays and the sound of the fence opening made Zein peek out from behind the front window. Rama's car advanced slowly into the yard and parked right behind Hasni's car.

Zein glanced at the clock on the phone, it was already 11 p.m. When Rama opened the door of the house he was shocked to see Zein sitting leaning against the wall of Triska's room while throwing. The wide grin on his face made Rama smile and come closer. Then sit in front of Zein.

"Tumben the night he came home?" tanya Zein started the conversation.

"Rapidate first. Tomorrow can't say anything" replied Rama.

"Hm. Is that lipstick forgotten to remove or is it intentionally made to show off?" point Zein at Rama's neck and chin while chuckling.

Rama quickly rubbed the spot Zein pointed at with his sleeve.

"Other times I told you not to wear lipstick just so as not to be caught," he said while laughing.

"Seeing Ayu must be jealous," continued Zein.

Rama remained silent. Then shook his head slowly. "I just thought he was a sister. No more," he said.

"But he seems to have more feelings for, Mas. He was so nervous. Come out when you hear the sound of a passing car."

Rama sighed and exhaled slowly. He had realized that Ayu had a slightly different feeling since the hug a few days ago.

"Maybe once upon a time I was talking, Mas. Let him not get more flavored and can move on," Zein suggested.

"Yes. I'll try" said Rama, nodding.

"I go in first, yeah. Want to hang out in Triska's room."

Rama frowned and looked at Zein in confusion.

"He slept in my room. We're exchanging rooms tonight" Zein explained.

"Loh, why?"

"Tomorrow let him tell you, yeah. Let's be clearer."

Rama was silent before finally getting a beard and went into his room as well.

Zein closed the door and stepped into the room. He put his body on the bed. Inhaling the fragrant perfume of his beloved woman who is still left on the bed sheet.

It folds both hands back and makes it an extra pillow for the head. His eyes were staring at the plasterboard of the house.

The snoring breath of Chubie's mother sleeping in a circle on the left end of the mattress became the only sound Zein heard tonight.

Slowly he closed his eyes. Soon he was asleep.

Outside the drizzle house still continues to flutter the earth. The dark and dense atmosphere of the night became increasingly quiet.

Four men on patrol were seen gathering in a saung near a coffee shop. They cover themselves with a sheath to protect the body from the cold night air.

"Tdownload yeuh," said Eman as he yawned.

(Tdownload yeuh \= sleepy nih)

"Sarua. Urang oge download," said Umar. The burly man tightened the jacket he was wearing.

(Together. I'm also sleepy)

"Tos ro's. Around, yuk!" take Ipul to his three friends.

(Udah has died)

"Dadeuh. Pisan males. Cold-cold gini mah enakan kelonan ama bini. Not this much," lamented Usep. The guy in the hat of the skullcaps is a notorious slacker. If this patrol is not paid and gets cigarettes and free coffee he will not want to come along.

"You're a big kedul!" nagel Umar.

(Kedul \= lazy)

"Three of us. Let's just the Usep scarecrow," said Eman as he stood up. Re-wearing the sandals he had removed. Then he walked to the left of the coffee shop. Umar and Ipul.

While Usep chose to sleep in the saung where they were hanging out earlier. His already heavily sleepy eyes finally closed perfectly.

The pitch-white mist slowly began to approach the saung where Usep had fallen asleep. A faint figure began to form along with the disappearance of the fog.

The figure slowly sat on the edge of the saung. His hand moved pulling the glove that Usep was wearing covered his body.

Usep in a semi-conscious state moves pull back the sheath until it covers the head. He wagged his hands near his ears to repel flying mosquitoes.

The figure was increasingly clearly showing itself. His hand moved again pulling the Usep glove.

"Tong hereuy atuh, Eman!" hardik Usep while pulling back the sheath.

(Don't joke, Eman!)

Usep's hand movements stopped when he felt a cold chill touch his feet.

Usep squinted one eye and shut it again. A woman in white was sitting by her feet. The woman looked at Usep with a cold look.

Usep's body started shaking. His mouth was unceasingly muttering to his friends who were already far away.

"Eman, Ipul, Umar, help urang!" ogre.

(Urang \= me)

His eyes remained closed. He did not dare to open his eyes even if only in line.

Sweat poured down on his body that was still trembling.

"camp ... Useps! Kunaon maneh tea?" sound of the sound of the sound of the Ipul from the front of the saung.

(Why tea?)

Usep ventured to open his eyes. But again he was fooled. In front of him the woman looked smirking. The voice he suspected was that Ipul was wrong. After that, the world of Usep became darker. She's fainted.