Forced Love Om-om

CHAPTER 7 NETIZEN BUS

Puji Nirwana

Risman was curious.

“So like a girl's voice.”

Risman's tone was a little louder so that his voice was heard by Bayu who was still in the room.

Risman dyed hardened feeling. His brown eyes swept every corner of the curve of Bayu's boarding room. Although seen from the terrace. The mouse's eyes are trying to squint who knows what could be more clingy.

"There's ciwi here. The television." Sahut Bayu from the room.

"Oh."

"Can I borrow a match?" Pinta Risman's.

"Take it at the front desk." Shouted Bayu from the room room.

Ssstt

"I took ya!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Tuh right? Danger if you stay here.

"I'm coming along."

"Sorry, this time I can't. I have to look at the condition of the house. Papa is also sick. I have to go home and handle papa's work temporarily."

Bayu leaves Deandra at the cafe. A cafe that is used for friendship transactions as well as day care. A Muslim woman came to Deandra.

Deandra chocolates the fries into the chili sauce and puts them in her mouth. The third bribe he choked.

"Truly yes. Bayu look out for you yes. I think I'm a gini. Same people I don't know anymore. Not waiting just yet. Uh ... The tail of the horse."

Deandra nerocos vented the peak of her frustration. Because Bayu is not acting like Cinderella.

"ugly wood. Bayu naughty. Bayu gondrong's."

A layer of annoyance was inflicted on the potatoes and sauce as it landed into the mouth.

During the third round of potatoes, a long-veiled Muslim woman approached him. Milk chocolate dress makes the young woman look ayu. While Deandra with a short-sleeved shirt dress plaid combined with tight jeans.

"With Brother Deandra?"

"Eh, yes."

"You who?"

"Know I'm Fitri."

"Sandra."

They shake hands with each other. Deandra added the order. Two mango juices and another serving of fries. The first portion managed to take his agony away.

All right, my friend, it's time we leave Deandra. Let her talk to her new friend. As I recall Raka was walking around looking for someone. Do you guys remember?

Well I remind you again. A story about Raka.

Raka is a young man who once helped Deandra. Still remember?

"Well, isn't Bayu Mis?"

"Ho oh's. I think Bayu. Sure cave."

"Ah, misis the last time the truth is ‘kan cave so forget."

Than you guys dizzy refer to the story yuk!

It has become the months of Raka deluded a friendly message. The more courageous the day. I don't know who he is? What is clear is that Raka feels uncomfortable every time she calls. Although already ten times will change the number of the device, he is always tempting.

Today is the red date due to the Eid al-Adha holiday. He was one of the ustadz in the Bekasi area. Master's Degree from Cairo.

"Thank you ustad. I understand about this. It's necessary to use reason and conscience."

"In this book it is explained that a man deserves what he deserves from what he says. In other words we should be able to be the best."

"Can I borrow the book?"

"Could only. But to appreciate a science it would be nice to have it by buying."

"The shit is justad? I just shuddered."

Alfi fixed his tilted peck.

"I can't believe this. He could have stolen. What will he be?"

"I don't think about ustadz either. Fahri did just that. Now he's out of the dorm."

"Do you know who his friends are?"

"He often asked for the same credit I ustadz. Last time he was 505 grand."

"Then?"

Ustad Raka took a glass of mineral water in front of him. Slowly gulp.

"So now he's keena takzir. Although nothing ever happened but still they broke the rules because they had dared to meet face to face."

"I'm a big miss."

"The orderly order of the dormitory of this cottage must be strengthened."

Ustadz Raka closed his conversation with Alfie. Alfi the head of the cottage dorm left the room in blue curtains.

"Ustadz do not forget there will be a walimah event at Bilqis."

"Yes. Yes, yes!"

In a traditional market Raka plans to buy red wine and melons. The fruit he will bring to the house of Bilqis a sidekick who is married to a cousin.

"Good good, man."

"Congratulations Bilqis."

Guests are seen wearing masks. As one of the anticipation of the covid outbreak.

At the same time two young women entered the wedding gate. A beautiful and graceful woman with maroon lace wolfis. The other is a cute girl with a small oval face with moca.

***

At another wedding venue.

"Whose wedding is Fitri's sister?"

"It's our best friend's wedding. Bayu."

"Wood?"

"So my sister invited me here just to see Bayu. That little boy?"

"Why? Aren't you guys close, friendly?"

"Why does my heart feel like it hurts?"

'May napa nikah not say the hell. Tega.'s.'

Deandra walked forward towards the standing position of Bayu. Surprisingly he's not neat yet.

"Congratulations!"

"Dandra?"

Bayu was surprised to see the presence of Deandra.

"Who are you?"

Deandra turned towards Fitri's seat on the left table.

"Where is De, good is the decoration?" Ask Bayu while looking around the room with shades of soft pink flowers.

"It's not for Bayu but his foster brother."

Fitri held back a laugh seeing Deandra's wry face.

"That's not funny."

"Yey, someone's jealous like this."

"No. Who is jealous. Also jealous of Bayu. I don't think there's anyone else."

"Ah, that's right. But I saw the sky cloudy when the sun was shining so beautifully." Tympano Bayu.

"Sir Fitri is naughty."

Haha

***

Raka wears a soft grey hat. Because his car in the workshop was forced to continue his journey by bus. A new atmosphere that he rarely met was to enjoy traveling by public transportation. A bus that will take him goes outside the city of Bekasi. The road looks a bit long. The bus drove too fast.

"I can't keep going, Mom. I want us to break up. Pu-tus."

"Don't be that way. I'll be spending money on our wedding expenses."

"But I don't want to continue like this. We better be on our own. Your face is old. I'm not young either."

Mouthfighting almost husband and wife increasingly mystery. Raka had to hear their chatter. Occasionally glancing. Not even often the toes come into discussion.

"Can slide a little Mas."

"Ah, yes."

Raka shifted her ass to the left ten inches. The right finger opens a small Qur'an taken from the pocket of the front shirt.

"Can it be harder?"

"Sorry sir, it'll bother the others."

"But I can't hear. Hearing it can be a reward. Aye right?"

Raka is still reading the Quran at the rate of lips without sound.

"I want us to break up."

The woman who had clashed with her mouth just left the man alone. He shifted and sat in front of Raka's chair.

"Can it be harder?" Pinta the man in the blue jacket next to Raka.

Raka adds volume. The woman sitting in front of the hearing grant.

"Well, that's dong. Nice and beautiful voice, my dear." Said the man with clear eyes beside Raka.

"Good, good. Noisy tauk. It takes this calm." The woman in the pink shirt in front.

"Hearing the Koran can be a medicine of tranquility." Answer the man next to Raka.

Raka lowered the volume of reading Alwaqiah's letter.

"Mas, napa's been let down? I want to hear."

"But he doesn't want you. Could disturb the others."

"If only I could read. My voice must have been much more beautiful and more melodious."

The man in clear glasses was throwing his glasses away. He put it in his pocket.

Ciiits

The bus was a little bit swaying. The pull of the brakes caught the attention of netizens of the bus.

"What's wrong?"

"What's up?"

"Why stop?"

- connect

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