Cempaka Bride

Sweetheart!

Triska's eyes narrowed along with her smile that seemed timid to hear Zein's praise.

Unable to resist as Zein grabbed her lentic fingers to grip gently.

His heart rate slowly increased in intensity. Stunned as Zein lifted her fingers and kissed her gently while looking at her with a shady look.

"Abang" said Triska.

"Hmm?"

"Shame!"

Zein chuckled softly. It then advances his body and helps to attach Triska's seat belt. The fragrance of soft perfume poured out from the handsome man's body.

Triska could feel her heart beating like a roller coaster. Zein stroked the top of his head before pulling the body to its original position and started the engine of the car. The car slowly came out of the parking lot.

Zein took Triska to walk around the crowded city of Bogor. Then the vehicle non-stop passing. Other regional cars enliven the atmosphere of Sunday night in the city that is famous as this rainy city.

"Near by there, Bang. Earlier Dinar nitip asked to buy martabak" Pinta Triska pointed at a martabak cart on a busy roadside. Several other merchant wagon stalls also filled the front area of the row of shophouses.

Zein nodded, then pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Triska rushed down when the car had completely stopped.

Zein came down and approached Triska.

"We'll wait there, yuk?" point Zein at the juice stand next to the martabak stand.

Triska nodded. Not resisting when Zein grabbed her hand and they walked while holding hands.

After ordering the juice they sit on a chair near a small table that the juice seller provides.

"Ris, when do you want to go back to Sukabumi?" zein asked as he stroked Triska's hand which he had been holding since.

"Not yet, Bang. Maybe early months."

"Can I come?"

"Can."

"But don't take anything else."

"Why? Wouldn't it be better for a rame-rame?" Triska scrunched her forehead.

"Disturb! Especially Ivan! Pisan rese!"

Triska smiling. It must be admitted Ivan was rese.

"Abang wants to have a long conversation with your father and family. Trying to get closer to them so that our relationship can run smoothly."

Zein's words made Triska flabbergasted. He did not expect Zein to move so fast.

"Abang kudu strong mentally, yes. My dad's fierce!" triska said as she looked at the face of the man she loved.

"Quiet down. Brother has always faced a fierce editor or a boss who is also a killer," Zein replied with a smile.

Triska chuckled softly. A little shocked as Zein tidied up her hair that was blown by the night breeze.

Their order juice arrived. They enjoyed the juice while continuing the conversation.

"Kang Arya and Vina's tea how are they?" ask Zein. He was curious about the figure of Triska's two older brothers.

"Kang Arya is pretentious, when the original is ridiculous. Vina's tea was quieter than mine. The people are diligent in worship, good at cooking and making cakes," Triska replied with sparkling eyes. Suddenly he felt confused with his two brothers.

"How are you, my brothers?" Triska asked back.

"Zee is the same age as you. The guy's chatty too. Very smart. He lost far away. Kalo Zaid, his son is calm and smart. Her face is most like my mother. Its nature is almost the same. If the same brother Zee looks more like a father," Zein explained with a smile imagining his small family.

"Then I invite you to meet them when you are ready." Zein stared fixedly at Triska. The beautiful woman nodded with a smile.

For some reason since seeing him enter the inn, Zein was unable to release the attention of the woman. Quietly often peeked out from behind the window of her room as Triska gathered with the others.

Sometimes there is a sense of wanting to come together but he is embarrassed because he used to often refuse when invited to join.

When Triska took the time, she did not waste the opportunity. Sometimes it feels like he wants to thank Rima, because his appearance in the cosan makes Zein can be closer to his friends, especially with Triska.

For several nights they slept together in a crowded room, no doubt making his feelings unfortunately flourish against this beautiful woman. Unexpectedly when she expressed feelings a few days ago Triska also greeted her warmly.

Call mamang martabak seller makes his daydream cut off. Zein immediately stood up but was arrested by Triska.

"Let me pay, Bang. From earlier on Abang kept coming out the money," said Triska while standing and stepping onto the martabak cart.

Zein sat back. Looking around while sipping his juice. Almost choked when he saw Rama's car parked in front of his car. Soon Ivan came down and approached Zein with a big smile. Rama also with the same smile.

Okay. Fixes. This duo of bullies is fighting!

"Gapain come here?" ask Zein riled.

"Streetings" replied Ivan as he sat next to Zein.

"Walking or stalking?"

"Damf. Ge er you!" Ivan shook his hands in front of his face as Zein snorted in annoyance.

Rama sat across from Zein. Staring at the faces of his two friends who were very contrary to his expression.

Zein pouted, while Ivan looked grim.

Soon Triska came and sat down to Zein's right. Staring at Zein's face that was bent in such a way made him want to laugh.

"Don't pout that much, Bang," she said gently as she stroked Zein's arm.

"The borokokok iyeuh ngikut wae!" he pointed at Ivan who was laughing out loud.

(This bully is hankering around)

Triska and Rama laughed. Finally, Zein smiled widely, unable to let him linger.

Although Ivan is sometimes annoying, but he is very loyal and nimble. Like a few days ago, he kept Zein company in the park as the others ran into Ayu's room.

"Excuse me" said the juice merchant who brought Rama and Ivan's order to their table.

"Kang, add two deui's'. Avocado hiji, melon hiji, he paid all the same," Zein said, pointing to Ivan who immediately choked.

(Kang, add two more yes. Avocado one, melon one)

The juice merchant nodded and rushed back to his cart and made additional orders quickly.

"Now, we eat together. Mba Dinar already has its own part," said Triska while opening a dus filled with milk cheese chocolate martabak that was immediately grabbed by Ivan quickly.

"Laper or doyan?" mukas Rama when he saw Ivan was not stopping chewing.

"In his stomach there were nine beggars who asked to be fed" continued Zein.

"Ho oh's. Plus a dragon that hasn't eaten in two years!" answer Ivan origin.

"Out again, yeah." Triska stood up.

"Martabak's gone, yeah, Ris!" ivan shouted as Triska began to step up.

"Two, Yang!" Zein's words made Ivan and Rama laugh again.

"Cieeeee. Dear euy!" ledek Ivan who greeted Zein's grin.

"Your lyrics!" answer Zein.

Ivan is just a crybaby.

For a moment they fell silent while enjoying the juice of each order. Shortly thereafter the juice merchant came back carrying Zein's order. He immediately returned to his place when a new customer approached his cart.

Triska returned to the table and got into the absurd chatter of the three handsome men in front of her.

He suddenly remembered the typical chat of the women in the boarding house, about who was the most handsome among the four male residents.

Each has their own opinions and tastes. However, they agreed that Zein was the most dashing figure. With a height of about 175 centi meters and proportional body weight, large body frame, yellow skin, dense eyebrows, medium-sized eyes with dark brown irises, a pointed nose, and, thin lips widened and a sturdy jaw made her figure look very charming.

Rama was the most important of the four men. His appearance was always neat and fragrant. The face of the misty without the beard or the slightest whiskers. Thick and thick hair. His broad and thick eyebrows shaded his large eyes. The nose is not too sharp but fits the structure of the face is a little long. Lips full of natural pink color. The skin is not too white. Height of about 172 centi meters with a suitable weight makes him the most climical male figure in kosan.

Ivan, this twenty-six-year-old young man is indeed included in the business of dressing. Sometimes his appearance looks not matching, but strangely he still looks attractive. With the same height as Rama, straight black hair that is not too thick and often messy. Natural crescent-shaped eyebrows that frame the wiry slender eyes of the lentic eye. The nose is sharp but rather wide. Little lips full. Her jovial nature makes her an idol in kosan. The absurdity that often does become its own entertainment and makes the atmosphere alive and exciting.

Hasni was the most calm figure among the four men. Although impressed cute, but originally he was a man who was very considerate. He said that he was always polite to make him given the nickname Mr. Kosan by others. With a height of 170 centimeters, tan skin color mature, thin eyebrows, wide forehead, narrow eyes, nose is not too sharp, full lips widened and two deep-printed dimples, and, makes her look pretty sweet.

In the past, there were rumors of Hasni's closeness with Afni. However, over time the rumors came out. Plus the appearance of a sweet woman named Yuni, Hasni's office friend who almost every week appears in the boarding house, finally makes the rumor disappear.

"Back, yuk! I'm sleepy" said Triska, yawning. Covering his mouth with both palms.

"Corn!" reply Zein while standing up. Helped hold Triska's arm as her lover stood up slightly staggered.

"Here, I bring you," Ivan interrupted, taking the martabak wrap on the table. Then he stepped towards the juice cart. After paying all the orders he walked to Rama's car.

Rama got in the car first. Shortly after, Zein's car advanced past Rama's car.

"We stopped by the minimarket bentar, yes, Mas," said Ivan when installing a seat belt.

"Yes. What are you buying?" rama asked as he started driving.

"Buy cigarettes with tea."

"Nitip canned refreshment drinks, yes."

Ivan nodded.

Meanwhile, Zein's car has gone ahead leaving Rama's car.

Triska, who was very sleepy, leaned her head against the chair that had been pushed back. Slowly his consciousness was gone. Not realizing when the car had reached the front of the hotel where they were staying.

Hotel Pangrango looks already deserted on the front. Only a few security guards and receptionists stood guard.

Zein parked his car right next to the entrance. Shutting down machines. Opening her seatbelt and Triska's sleeping seatbelt. There was no heart to wake her lover. But he had to do it rather than have to carry Triska inside.

"Darling, wakeup! We've arrived." Gently Zein shook Triska's arm.

"Ehm," replied Triska short. But his eyes are still closed.

Not having much choice, Zein finally opened the right door. Legs down. Don't forget to close the door again.

Keep him turning to the left of the car. Open the door and pull Triska's hand. Heave the left arm of this beautiful woman to her neck. Slowly lifting Triska's slim body and taking her out of the car.

Rama's car approached and parked right to the left of Zein's car. After turning off the car engine Rama immediately came out and helped close the door Zein car is still open.

"Please lockin, yes," Zein pinta gave the car keys to the nodding Rama.

Zein hurried to step inside the hotel, followed by Ivan, who was carrying several plastic bags.

Arriving in front of the room where Triska and Dinar were staying, Ivan knocked on the door several times while calling out the name Dinar.

Shortly after, the door opened. Dinar who still looked sleepy was shocked to see Triska who was carried by Zein.

"Triska kunaon?" dinar asked while helping Zein move Triska's body onto the bed.

"His sleep. Built but only ehm doang. Finally I carried on" Zein replied as he sat on the bedside.

His hand moved to slurp Triska's body with the blanket that Dinar had used. Slowly she tidied up her lover's hair covering Triska's face.

Ivan rolled his eyes when he again saw the romantic scene of his two friends who were drunk with romance.

"Bak Dinar, take care of Triska. I think Zein wants to stay here," he said with a wide grin.

Dinar smiled as he shook his head.

"Start Ivan sirik!" crush Zein with a fluffy smile.

"With of still in the busy boarding mulu-delight. I don't think anyone else is!" sela Ivan's.

"Ssttts. It's noisy! Where's my order?" ask Dinar. His hand pulled Ivan away to the sofa by the window.

"This. I also asked, yes," replied Ivan while opening the martabak box.

"Yes, Van! Have you eaten not full yet?" tukas Rama who entered the room while closing the door.

"Suspected that there are two dragons in his stomach" continued Zein.

"Ho oh's. That's why he is not full," said Rama while chuckling.

Ivan remained indifferent to chewing martabak while breaking the sticky Zein who spontaneously laughed crazily.

Triska squirmed for a while but continued her sleep without caring about the atmosphere around.

"Would you like to stay here or come with me to my room, Zein?" goda Rama's.

"He must have slept with Triska. You pervert!" canda Ivan who immediately got a throw of slippers by Zein.

"Udah, Van! Don't be seduced mulu. Doain Zein and Triska really can be a mate," said Dinar who directly guaranteed Zein happily.

***

The next day, at exactly 10:00 they left for Rima's parents' house by Rama's car.

This time Ivan was driving. His mouth was unceasingly singing as he jogged happily behind the wheel. Unconcerned by the protests his friends were endlessly laughing at him.