Forced Love Om-om

CHAPTER 8 I'M STUCK

Puji Nirwana

The bus conductor descended the front stairs checking some tires.

"The boss leaked." Said the bus conductor on the tail of the fleet.

"Don't, naseb."

"You can do it."

"Duh, it could be late."

Some passengers were fighting each other. Not infrequently there are even those who curse. Sentences I intentionally missed. Not good, my mother said.

"Bus and Iki piye. Checked sek tho yen sakdurunge dead." Ceplos mom busty brown.

"Jan-jane I Yo I don't have to hit the bus. Gandheng papa e again sick youtes kepekso I Yu, ora iso mlaku," said the mother berkahut big fly in the nose.

Raka stopped reading. He grabbed the black bag on the saamping and exited the bus deftly.

"What's up, sir?"

"This is a flat tire. Where there's no spare tire anymore."

"Can we do it anyway?"

"So I sold it to a friend secretly. I thought I wouldn't believe it."

"Duh mas's. Don't repeat it again. Kasian ‘kan passengers."

The conductor scratched his feet. Raka spins the brain looking for a solution.

"Haven't?" Ask the driver from the bus. He showed his face half-body

"Yes bang." Shouting conductor.

"Judah gini now you call your friend here. Get him to transport this passenger."

"Yes, too. But what about my friend. Could get my hands on."

"It's better to be honest now than battered later. And the passengers all disappeared disappointed anyway. Which one to choose?"

"But my friend is far away."

"Try first. If it's far away, try to give her a close friend clue now."

Calm down there must be a solution.

Raka checked a number of tires. Behind the foot of the bus was a large, gagged nail.

"It looks like this should be wrapped in the same rubber tire again."

"Ustadz Raka where are you? Waiting for kyai sir in ndalem."

Message wa glides to Raka's device.

"I'm on the road again. The bus I was riding broke down."

"Position where we'll let me pick you up." Ask Tejo, the keeper of the boarding school Darul Hikmah.

"Fetch me in front of the goat market, sir."

"Ready."

***

"I don't want to be confused."

"I don't want to go to Daddy's house."

"I want to be with Mom."

Thousands of aspiring Quran memorizers approached the gate. Almost all the santri are delivered and embraced affectionately by their father and mother. Some were crying, some were laughing, some even faced like a refrigerator. So the box is so cold.

In the left corner near the flower garden under the rambutan tree stood a girl with her hijab tightly closed. Still wearing tight pants. Not wrong?

"Well, I still wear tights, baby. Replace gih! Ntar in pelototin upperclassman loh." A new mother is aware of her child's clothes.

"Let Ma, I'm comfortable like this. I ‘kan already nurutin mama. Get into the pesantren."

"Dear, this is all for you. Change it up."

The mother grabbed the hands of her two daughters and kissed the little fingers. Not big now. But a mother sees their children remain small even though they are already big.

Under the mango tree stood two sweet girls. Wearing dark brown and jet black frilly muslimah clothes.

“Kak Fit, really want to take me here?” Tanya Deandra was a bit doubtful.

Deandra took out a pink origami paper. He put it in his brown robe pocket. The origami paper was drawn by an eagle. The dashing white-headed, black-haired eagle flapping in the universe sky. The eagle is throwing diamonds into the earth.

“Aduh, don't brother ..”

Deandra pulls Fitri's arm. Fitri convinced yourself to stay.

"unfit don't fear me ...."

"nothing Deandra. later we learn together. said can stay in the room.you want to."

"but ...."

if I were here, I would not. Wearing this dress? But if I refuse, I have no place to live. Where there is no more money.

Deandra threw a question at him. It's been almost a month since he left home, he doesn't know where to go. No relatives, or friends who love him.only Bayu figure of the man he met after he left the house. Now he has to meet with Fitri. A friend introduced by Bayu.

"Deandra .. hello."

Fitri flicked the right fingers. Deandra

grazed.

"Eh, yes."

"You right?"

"E .. uh yes. But ntar I was taught ya sak. do not be left. do not be didiemin. do not be taken."

"Yes, calm down later you will I rujakin, not gedondingin but I won't be pelingin."

"sorry which toilet is it?"

one of the santriwati paused their conversation.

"just walk straight later turn and then turn left well stuck at the end near the warehouse" replied Fitri.

"sister Fitri has been here long?"

"it was only 2 years. now again learn the hafalin Qur'an."

"smart fit can memorize the Koran."

"you can also Deandra."

"Well, rich man I can memorize the Quran.read the letters are still geal-geol."

"Don't ngeremehin own ability.you can't.everyone can without Quran as long as there is a will."

Fitri held Deandra's arm.As they set foot towards the ndalem, Diandra stroked her stomach.

"why De? You sick?"

"Oh, kayake has a stomachache. Let me go to the toilet first, brother."

"Ah yes. I'm waiting on that bench yeah." Fitri answered while pointing at a bench near the cottage mosque.

Deandra ran hard to the toilet at the end of the alley. Without further ado she grimaced with pain.What do you think Deandra wants? Until ....

Guptakk!

Deandra hit a man until they fell slammed out of the street zone. Clumping.

"Sorry."

Deandra could not resist the desire in the stomach. He immediately withdrew from the hands of the man who fell down due to his actions. Fortunately, he did not hit her. Fortunately, it was just his arm. If it was his body? Oh naw.

A moment Deandra's smell was spoiled by the scent. A scent she had never smelled before. So fragrant so fragrant.

"Next time be careful."

Deandra was silent. Not answering. Is he gobsmacked? I don't know. Deandra ran like a flying horse wearing a miniskirt. Her widened mini-skirt filled the cavities of her nose. So sweet as roses.

"Oh Lord ... Where is the toilet.where is the toilet?"

"Ah there."

"Is there anyone?"

The dark brown mute girl knocked rather violently on the door leaf.

Dock

dock

dock

"Excuse me."

"Yes there are people" said the man from the toilet.

Deandra stroked her little belly. Feet docked as a signal. The mouth is a bit hissing.

"Can be quick sir. I have a stomachache "

"But I'm not done yet."

"Dluck..."

A woman in a yellow headscarf passed in front of the toilet.

"Sorry, which toilet is it?"

"I'm sorry I don't know. I brought my sister here so I don't know. Sorry yes."

"Noah noee."

"Is there anything we can help you with?" A man came near.

"Sa-yea bu-tuh to-i-let." Said Deandra while holding her breath and grimacing.