Forced to Marry Penghulu

CH.13 - Forced to Marry Penghulu

“Lo very calculated anyway, Kak!” exclaim Syara.

“Canda times, here I buy ntar. Patience, yes. You see I'll be a long time,” reply Zhafira.

Zhafira drew closer to Syara's ear whispering something, “Mau dated first,” continued Zhafira smiled and ran out directly followed by Afkar.

Zhafira agreed that they would go on a motorcycle. Then, Afkar picked up the bike in the garage, the two of them simultaneously went on a matic motorcycle carried by Afkar through a quiet looking street.

On the road, they were silent. Zhafira was confused to start a chat, “Mas earlier that if tired do not send Fira out.”

“You are my wife, Fir, if you why-why must Papa and Dad be wrong Me,” Afkar reply.

“Udah, Mas. We stop in front of it,” said Zhafira pointed to one of the many shops lined up.

Afkar stopped and parked his bike. Then, Zhafira got off the bike and stepped into the mini market.

Afkar entered the mini market following the steps of his wife.

“Mas anyone want to look for? Let Fira get it,” said Zhafira asked Afkar.

“Nothing, Fir, you aja.”

And finally Zhafira shopping for her needs. When he was finished, Zhafira headed to the cashier to pay. However, Zhafira's hand movements were stopped by Afkar.

Afkar gives his ATM, “This screen only, Fir.”

“But, Mas. Fira pay directly, Mas,” reply Zhafira.

“Udah, wear aja.”

Instead of arguing, Zhafira immediately accepted it and went out carrying her grocery bag.

“Sini Mas bawain,” said Afkar immediately took the bag that had been in Zhafira's hands.

When he was on the motor, Afkar again issued a voice asking Zhafira, “Oke. Now where are you going home or where else?”

“Mas, can we go to the park for a moment. The one ahead there,” Zhafira replied while pointing out the place chosen by her to chat with Afkar.

Afkar immediately went to the place in question. After arriving, Zhafira got off the bike and sat in a chair not far from where the motorbike was parked.

Afkar sat next to Zhafira.

“Huh, why did you come here?” ask Afkar.

“Pacify your mind,” replied Zhafira.

“You know, Mas. You changed that night .. You suddenly moved to a hotel, and since then you have been quiet. You why?” zhafira.

“You asked a question that you yourself must have known ‘kan, Fir. But in fact, you pretended not to know,” Afkar replied.

“Mas, indeed the theory is easier than the practice, a few days ago you said to me, why torture yourself while being thought may again have fun. Of course it's a waste of time, Mom. Oh, come on move on. We live this equally - we whose fate coincidentally the same, equally hurt by the people we love. We ‘kan friend, so let's both heal this wound our way. You are always there for me, as well as I will always be there for you, Mas,” said Zhafira making Afkar speechless digesting every word that came out of Zhafira's mouth.

Afkar immediately hugged Zhafira, “I'm sorry. Fir, have I been ignoring you lately?”

“No, Mas. Just, quiet room tau, usually you chatty and now silent as a statue,” reply Zhafira pursed her lips.

“What by the way? The statue? Beware you have dared to ridicule me.” Afkar tickled Zhafira to make Zhafira nervous and rebellious.

“Mas, don't dong, Mas. It's in a public place, shame, Mas!” zhafira laughed with foresight.

“Not? Otherwise, Mas will continue to tickle you,” said Afkar.

“Iya, Mas ... Forgive me, please. Stop, Mas,” pinto Zhafira. And Afkar stopped him.

“Fir, are you going home yet? If not, I'll buy some meatballs for a second, okay? There, you just wait here, you want?” ask Afkar.

“Bby deh. But, do not give fat yes, Mas, later I fat anyway,” replied Zhafira.

“Slow gapapa, Fir. You will remain beautiful,” Afkar replied as he left Zhafira and walked towards where he would order meatballs that night.

Zhafira was embarrassed to hear Afkar's words.

Before long, Afkar came carrying two bowls of meatballs, “It's got you, My beautiful wife.”

“Thank you, my handsome husband,” reply Zhafira received a bowl containing meatballs tempting that taste.

Zhafira was happy because Afkar had returned cheerful and it did not escape Afkar's attention.

“Astaghfirullah, okay, Mas. Nothing really, Fira was happy Mas already not sad anymore,” reply Zhafira.

“How can I be sad if beside me there is a beautiful wife like this. Kirain you again glancing at another guy.”

“Dih, apasih, Mas. There is a handsome husband who glances at others, what do you do?” goda Zhafira again even make Afkar wrong his own behavior.

“Udah, let's eat the meat. Ntar cold hunt,” Zhafira's word .

“Hangatin dong, Darling,” Afkar continued that has not been inexhaustible tease his wife.

Zhafira did not budge, immediately he devoured the meatballs before him.

After finishing the meatballs, the two of them immediately walked out of the park. However, when going on the bike, netra Afkar saw Aurel was with Robert passing in front of the Afkar motorbike.

Fortunately, at that time they used Zhafira motorcycles, so Aurel did not recognize him.

After some distance, they got on the bike and left immediately.

In the back, Zhafira kept talking to Afkar.

“Effort to make Mas cheerful again, eh Aurel even appeared suddenly,” grumbled Zhafira which of course heard by Afkar.

“Definitely Mas again huh? Because I met Aurel?” ask Zhafira.

“Now, Fir. Not sad anymore, just hurt. How yes ... I gave him what he asked for, whatever it was. Even when Dad was against, Mas defended him. But, it turns out Mas only used as an ATM machine for him,” Afkar replied recounting.

“Eh, sorry. Kok Mas even confide in you,” continued Afkar.

“Gapapa, Mass. We ‘kan both have a painful past, so I know what your heart is now like.”

When he got home, Afkar immediately put the motor into the garage. Then they both walked towards the door.

“Mas, but you have to be careful, yes,” said Zhafira ambiguously.

“Be careful what you do? ‘And now be careful the way,” reply Afkar actually already know what Zhafira will say.

‘This must be about the voice recording that Zhafira heard earlier, Afkar's inner’.

“Ya ..be careful, Mas, don't reverse the same Aurel!” the confused Zhafira exclaimed to explain.

“Eh, what does this mean? Don't tell me my wife is jealous again?” chirps Afkar who again seduces his wife while touching the tip of Zhafira's nose.

Zhafira pinched Afkar's waist.

“Aduh ... sick, Fir,” said Afkar grimacing.

“Finally, Fira ‘kan just remind Mas aja.”

“Iya, Fir, Mas will be careful. But, don't you want to be honest with Mas about something, Fir?” ask Afkar after reaching the living room.

Zhafira fell silent, and immediately sat down on the living room sofa, “Honestly what, Mas?”

“Mas wants to ask you something. Do you want us to talk here or in the room? Hmm?” ask Afkar.

“We're in the room, Mas. But, beware first, Fira inter-course that Syara ordered earlier,” replied Zhafira.

“Mas wait in the room, yes,” reply Afkar shuffled the hijab that still stuck perfectly in Zhafira's head.

Afkar immediately went to the room while Zhafira stepped into Syara's room.

Geck...Geck...Geck...

Before long, the door opens, “Why, Brother?” ask Syara who has not slept.

“Nih snacks you requested. Remember, sisain for sister tomorrow yes!” zhafira.

“Ish, just got home at this hour? My snacks were told to sisain anyway,” grumbled Syara.

“Halal courtship mah free times. Envied? Request dialed dong!” chirps Zhafira who got a whimper from Syara like a child.

“Yaudah deh, I want to continue exploring nih,” Syara said.

“Continue, I want to continue dating. Bye!” Zhafira left Syara who was glaring at him.