Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

Bika Ambon

"Helehh, it's good at combing now huh, learn where are those sweet words from?"

I asked with my own smile hearing the deathly plea from Haris.

"Who's the bigger one, baby? Brother seriously, brother really misses you a lot" replied Haris full of emphasis.

"Same, bang. I miss you too. Even misses you more than you know." Give me back.

I spoke very slowly like a person who was whispering, because I was embarrassed if my speech was heard by other bus passengers.

"Seriously, seriously, Ndah! You're not lying anymore, are you, baby?" ask Haris not to believe it.

"Not seriously anymore, bang. Ten rius instead, hahaha, ups!"

I immediately reflexed to close my mouth with my palms, due to the lack of laughter alone.

"Yes, I believe it, baby."

"Hoam, yes, bang. Later if it's been at grandma's house I call again. I want to sleep first, drowsiness really feel nih eyes." said me while yawning widely.

"OK, honey. Be careful on the road yes, greetings to the family there." reply Haris.

"If you want to sleep, his backpack put it on your lap, Ndah. Don't put it carelessly, afraid that there will be a pickpocket in the bus."

Haris warned me to be more careful on the bus.

"Yes, bang. Thanks for letting me. I almost forgot, hehehe."

"Yes, rest! Brother also wants to sleep on our soft mattress." reply Haris.

"OK, bang. Sleep well, my dear brother, assalamualaikum." pamit me.

"Wa'laikum greetings, dear." reply Haris as a closing call.

"Hah, eneng-eneng wae was the semprul one." My inner.

I let out a long sigh, while imagining Haris rolling around on my bed.

"Damma,"

I giggled to myself as I remembered Haris's behavior which was exactly like that of a caterpillar.

"You're the best guy I've ever known, bang. I feel so lucky to have you."

"Yes although we are not yet an official couple, at least I feel very happy while with you." My inner self.

"May you be my soul mate, amen." My prayer is inward.

After I finished imagining and looking at the future, I closed my eyes and hugged the backpack on my chest.

A few minutes later, I began to sleep quietly and peacefully in a sitting position, and raised my head on the back of the chair with my mouth slightly open.

While having fun dreaming about Haris, suddenly my phone rang loudly. His voice was quite deafening to those who heard him.

"Ririn, man,"

I murmured after seeing the name on the phone screen, which still rang in my hand.

"This one kamvret why do craft pulak call me?" my grumbling slowly.

With a heavy heart and heavy eyes, I finally received a call from my koplak friend, with a distinctive hoarse voice wake up.

"Yes hello, assalamualaikum." Greetings.

"Wa'laikum greetings, my dear, my love, my best friend." replied Ririn.

"Woy, kamvret! Pain you huh?" my screeches.

"Yes, who knows if there's any more mak kunkun's possession." answered me origin.

"Enak aja, where would mak kunkun perch in my body. My body is a lot of her stack. So yes mak kunkun where dare to perch in my body, hahaha!" ririn balas asal.

"Basic, rombeng cans! So rombengnya, until the mak kunkun does not want to stop, hihihi." answered me.

I'm back giggling with Ririn. Because it was so fun to joke with Ririn, I did not realize that the male passenger who was sitting opposite me, also giggled to hear my spare change just now.

I immediately turned to the man with a smile, and nodded my head twice to apologize for my noise.

The man answered by giving me his thumbs up with a smile.

"Udah ah, Ndah. How to be discussing the mak kunkun anyway." said Ririn.

"Well, what are you talking about? About the attached mak, mak ijah, or black steel satria. How would you like not? Hahaha." I returned ngakak.

"Basic, crazy! Sampa in the village was crazy still brought. Why isn't it crazy to stay here anyway?" ririn sewot.

"Yes, I've already given up, later the crazy I transfer it specifically for you huh, hihihi." reply me.

"Geez, I don't want the crazy one. I want the Bika Ambon." replied Ririn.

"Oalah, want Bika Ambon to use the show muter-muter all the talk." my lips.

"Who is muter-muter? What was I thinking I was gasing?" reply Ririn ketus.

"Yes, maybe." I relaxed.

"Oh Beautiful, my beautiful, sweet, kind hearted, cute kayak marmot. Anyway All-mua, do not forget the same Bika Ambon me." rayu Ririn.

"Little times the muji, still less tuh. Still belom complete all of it!" reply me.

"Yeah, attached. Not very grateful, boy! I've been praised so much he still asked to add." grumbled Ririn increasingly upset.

"Yes, yes. Bika Ambon is expensive price tau, so yes it must be in accordance with his praise." I reply.

"Kalo muji it's just that much anyway, if it's in the money will only get half of the price of Bika Ambon." continued me again.

"Well, the calculations are correct! Even Nyesel I became his praise you earlier, hahaha." replied Ririn laughed out loud.

"Who told you to praise me, dodol!" reply me.

"Yes, too." replied Ririn resignedly.

"Udah ah, I want to sleep again. People sleep well even disturbed. I'm still on the bus. Later if you're relaxed at home, I call balek." I said.

"OK lah if that, don't forget my Bika Ambon yes, dear. Assalamualaikum." Greetings Ririn close the conversation.

"Wa'laikum salam," I said.

"Disturb my sweet dreams of this one fat boy!"

I grumbled as I closed my eyes again. After a few minutes, I went back to sleep and reconnected the dream that had been delayed earlier.

After about three hours drive from Kualanamu airport, the bus I was riding stopped at the terminal.

I was sleeping, finally woke up to hear a noise from the passengers of the other bus.

They were all waiting in line to get off the bus carrying their own luggage and luggage.

I who was still in a state of semi-consciousness because of drowsiness, immediately got out of the chair and queued between them.

I carry a suitcase and attach a backpack to my shoulder. After getting off the bus, I flirted around looking for a typical vehicle of the city of Medan, which is a motorcycle rickshaw.