
After twenty minutes of unconsciousness, Nala finally woke up as well. Slowly the girl opened her eyes, looked around and thought of the last incident before she remembered nothing.
"Om.." call Nala to the man who is staring anxiously at her. "What's the matter, Om?" He lifted his body and leaned against the wall that was behind his back.
Sakti clasped his stash hand. "So you fainted, baby. By the way.. Are you sick again? I was so worried to know...."
Nala grimaces. "Not knowing Om. but already these two months, Nala's waist likes to feel pain."
"Have you checked with a doctor?" Sakti put her hand on Nala's shoulder. At the moment he looks more like a father who is worried about his daughter.
Nala shook her head. "No, Om. Nala was afraid of the doctor. Afraid injected!"
"If injected with the same Om. Wouldn't you?" goda Sakti, the habit is starting to crumble.
"Yes... Om, fuck this!! great-grandson Nala. "Well, Om! If Nala is a second wife," joked Nala then widened because of his own jokes.
Sakti pinched Nala's chin. "Where is it not klepek-klepek, try it! We have gini-rich machines."
"Ih... Um, could!" sahut Nala spoiled. "Om also no less powerful! He may be old, but his soul. Beuuuh... young man passing by...!" kelakar Nala who responded with laughter.
"Udah ah, yuk home. Om intermin until the front gate of the house," bargained Sakti because he did not want his girl to bring a vehicle alone.
"But Nala's car, how's Om?" Nala was confused thinking about her four-wheeled vehicle.
"Let's be calm. tomorrow morning, Om's man who will bring your car safe until home."
Nala then lowered her legs. "Om, can you help Nala stand up? Nala's legs are still limp."
Sakti happily helps Nala to stand up and then turns the girl into a parking lot. Her mischievous hand did not want to waste the opportunity to touch one of the parts of Nala's body that she liked the most.
"Om chance in narrowness.." sulking Nala pinched Sakti's waist.
They look like lovers. Replying to each other's affection and jokes, typical of two people who are being hit by romance.
"Who's papa?" Bara who was not far from the position of Sakti, was surprised by what he saw at this time. "Nirmala? Th-that, Nirmala? So, all this time papa's mistress was Nirmala? Ah, but there's no way that's him!" Bara shook his head and narrowed his eyes so that he could see the face of the girl who was with his father.
"O Allah, but the face and the veil, really is Nirmala's face!" lirih Bara was against her own mind. "I have to find out, what is the relationship between papa and the Nirmala-like woman!"
Bara started the car engine when Sakti's vehicle drove past it. He intends to follow the middle-aged man in order to erode his curiosity towards the dark lover of the father.
...***...
"Where is it?" Nirmala was pacing the porch because her twin brother had not returned. Many times he stared at the clock on the wall which now shows at one o'clock in the night. "You always worry me, Nala!" nirmala Gumam.
Arman walked towards the terrace, approaching Nirmala. "Gapain you here? Coming in!!!"
Nirmala rubbed her chest because she was surprised by a shriek that felt a swooping eardrum. "Astaghfirullah's... Papa made Mala shocked."
The veiled girl took a breath and threw it away. Relieve heartbeats that are timid because of surprise. "Mala's waiting for Nala, Pa. Mala was very worried, because at this hour Nala has not come home either."
"Do not think about Nala, let me wait for the boy" said Arman. "Lu sleep there ... tomorrow isn't there still a lecture?"
Nirmala rolled her eyes digesting Arman's slightly other than usual attitude. "I-iya Pa, tomorrow Mala has a lecture. Is it okay to wait for Nala?"
"Yes it's okay. I just happen to have trouble sleeping!" Arman sat on the porch chair with a straight look towards the fence whose door was slightly open.
"Why would Mala make coffee?" bargain Nirmala behaved as well as possible because she hoped Arman could treat her better.
Arman glanced at Nirmala. "Somehow, later I can't sleep if the coffee is sodorin. Mending you there, so you can wake up at dawn and keep nyari money, make fried again!"
"Yes Pa... Mala went up first." Nirmala leaves Arman alone in front of the porch. And simultaneously a luxury car stopped next to the building in dim lighting.
In the car
"Om still missing you, you know!" Sakti makes wild lips of his mistress. "Especially you wear a rich hijab gini .. make Om more and more hustle, continue to want to mengen cepet-cepet menagainan girls people!" sakti without shame.
"That's his om om who's already nervous. Can't do that!" point Nala at the bulging pants.
Sakti snorted, "When did you lose, Nal? Though Om was already nawarin with high prices loh!"
Nala knows for sure, one time Sakti will discuss this problem again. "My principles are still the same, Om. Just a nemenin om walk or drink."
Sakti smiled faintly. "alright... I won't talk about this anymore. But Om dares to bet, one day you yourself will surrender your sanctity to Om!"
"Look at me later, Om!!" Nala got out of the car, then stood facing Sakti's car while giving a long-distance kiss.
Sakti who is still stricken with passion, he also got out of the car and approached Nala. Again she frowned at the lips that were dabbed with red lipstick teasing. "Tomorrow we'll see you again, baby. Om not satisfied with your affection!"
Shameful activities between Sakti and Nala, witnessed by Bara who secretly followed them. The twenty-two-year-old slammed the cell phone he was holding. After recording the disgusting events presented in plain sight.
"absolutely insane! I don't think it's possible if you're in a relationship with a girl I like!" Bara kicked off the steering wheel venting annoyance. "But where is it possible that women as good as Nirmala do ngelakuin things lowly rich gini?" Bara groaned, pulling his hair rough.
"Is that not Nala? But obviously the girl's wearing a hijab." Bara kept asking himself to dispel any prejudices. "Gue has to investigate all this, I can't be rash!" Bara returned his vehicle because Sakti's car had left Nirmala's house.
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