Getting Married Due to a Trap

A gift for bryan.

After making payment and the plants can be taken home, Khaira has been the way to the front of the kiosk. Then followed by Kevin who walked to the rickshawman, a three-wheeled vehicle that can still be found in the corner of this metropolitan city. To bring the ornamental plants he bought, then Kevin immediately walked to his motorbike parked in front of the stall.

After the standby on the bike and before Kevin started the engine, he said to Khaira like giving him a warning.

"Next time, don't buy any more plants here!"

Khaira just silently looked at Kevin, did not want any debate because his mood was good because of the blue rose plants he had been waiting for, Khaira just let out a long sigh, and monologued inwardly looking at Kevin, "Lah, he drives a motorcycle, he knows the street corner of this city, weird!"

Gaining a cynical look from Khaira made Kevin cringe, "Why is his lament so great?"

Khaira shuddered her shoulders, "No why?" he then hugged with his leisure.

"If not why. Why look at him like I'm an inmate?" Kevin looked at Khaira's eyes which were like skinning her alive.

Khaira spread her gaze to look at the whole street for a second then she looked back at Kevin and said casually. "If Kevin is jealous of the seller's inspiration, what's my fault? You are free to approach any girl I am not jealous of. Just relax I mah, not excessive as possessive as Mas Kevin, remember Mas guests will not enter if the house does not allow him to enter."

"If it's Asep's guest, what? Are you going to let him in or stay out?" thinking that Kevin turned his head to the side looking at Khaira, he raised his eyebrows.

Khaira blinked her eyes at Kevin. "Why talk about Asep?"

Kevin shakes his shoulders. "Well, who knows if you want to open the same door Asep, you haven't seen him in a long time. It must have been a thrill to your longing."

Khaira raised her face spreading her gaze staring at the shady trees above her.

"Yes certainly Asep is one of those men I want to approach. But that was before, considering my current status it was impossible to expect Asep, maybe he already had a ttm." Khaira said in a resigned voice while tapping her two index fingers.

"Don't be close to any man, including Asep!" kevin said no warning either ban. But he was quite happy to hear that Khaira had given up hope in Asep.

"Mas Kevin thought the thing that was said just now was fair to me? Mas Kevin is free to be close to any woman let alone the Mbahhenol, Mbahmontok, Mbahmenor!" khaira replied grumbling.

Kevin smirked at Khaira's obvious response, hiding jealousy.

"I know you're jealous, what about your hand is it okay? It doesn't hurt, does it?" Kevin asked for a chat transfer that was increasingly spread in various directions.

Khaira turned her attention to staring at the wrist covered with a long-sleeved shirt, the excitement of being able to buy a blue rose that was enough to make Khaira forget the pain in her wrist. However, he chose silence not to respond to Kevin's question.

Kevin still smiled broadly, shaking his head at Khaira's prestige in admitting that the woman next to him was hiding the pain and hiding jealousy.

"He's up, it's noon." Kevin pointed at the motorbike with his chin.

Khaira nodded like a younger brother who obeyed the orders of the older brother. But indeed the lives of the two are more like brothers.

Kevin is ready to gas his motorcycle blend with other riders.

Followed by Mr. pedicab, who brought ornamental plants.

Along the way, despite the focus of advancing the motor at moderate speed, the, Kevin stole a glance to see Khaira's face from the rear view of the motorbike which he deliberately directed to Khaira who was circulating his gaze staring at the entire street and building.

"What love just fills my loneliness? After leaving Sonia, it seemed like my love collapsed, but why the comfort and happiness I got from Khaira, although small debates still dominant between my talk with Khaira?" in his heart, Kevin felt something tickling his stomach, as if someone was sprinkling flowers in his heart right now.

In the various questions popping up in his heart now. Khaira was silent, observing every building and motor vehicle. But who knows if in his heart and mind there is a small quarrel. "I really should be able to forget Asep, well who knows the happiness I was looking for was here. In front of me."

Monologuing in his heart his gaze continuously looked at Kevin's back. Somehow Khaira felt like leaning her body weight on Kevin's back who looked handsome. Without any more distance, Khaira began to lean her body without hugging Kevin.

Feeling his back feel heavy, Kevin gave a smile, leaving Khaira leaning on his shoulder. Then took the initiative to pull Khaira's hand and put it in front of the stomach.

Shaken by Kevin's actions, this time Khaira did not fight back.

Forty-five minutes later, Kevin and Khaira arrive at the courtyard. Khaira immediately rushed down from the bollard, swiftly opening the iron trellis gate.

Kevin parked his bike in the house. Seen Khaira seemed impatient waiting for Mr. rickshawman who was a good distance away. And how nice it was to see Mr. Rickshaw almost in front of the house.

"Please sir, just bring the rickshaw in" said Kevin to the rickshawman, and opened the gate as high as his chest wide.

Kevin also helped, Mr. Rickshaw men lowered several types of plants that Khaira chose. Not only plants but also three bags of manure.

Khaira seemed very attentive to Kevin, until all the plants were already in the yard, he also answered from some of the mothers of the housing complex that passed in front of the house.

"Buy the plant, Ra?" said Bu Sri.

"Yes ma'am," replied Khaira kindly.

"Yes really or neng, make the greening of the home page," said Bu Tini.

"Yes ma'am, don't look arid" replied Khaira smiling kindly.

"Continue Neng, I go first want there arisan at the house of Bu RT. Sometimes you have to come along well, let's get to know the mothers of the complex?" said Mrs Jumeirah.

Khaira nodded briefly, "Yes Bu Jumeirah insyaallah,"

The three Mothers of the complex went from the front of Kevin's house.

"Lha feels old when I get to the arisan" muttered Khaira after the mothers were nowhere to be seen.

"What do you want to drink, sir?" khaira asked the rickshaw man.

Kevin asked how much the cost was, "How much did Mr cost?"

"Fatty-five thousand Mas,” replied Mr. Rickshaw.

Kevin reached into the dombet from the pocket of his shorts in the side pocket, then issued money with the picture of the first President of the Republic of Indonesia and his Vice.

"Well, Mas? I'm just interested, and there's no change, there's only fifteen thousand that I brought from home" said Mr. rickshaw.

"Take the change, consider this a small fortune in the morning, to welcome a large sustenance during the day" replied Kevin.

The rickshaw man was surprised, in a feeling of indecision and his hands were wrinkled and trembling. The rickshaw man received the money given by the young man in front of him.

"May be a blessing sir" said Kevin holding a glimpse of the shoulder of the rickshawman.

Khaira seemed very touched by Kevin's kindness, he did not expect, from the way his appearance was blurred, arrogant, Kevin's words were sometimes from a slip-ceplos. Kevin still has a good side that is not visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you son, may Allah repay your kindness, with His goodness. And be the brother and sister who always get along" said Mr. rickshawman.

"Amen." Khaira gave a smile, heard the suffix of the word from the rickshawman.

Kevin was stunned to hear the words of the rickshawman, when he was about to explain his status with Khaira was not the Brothers. The rickshaw man had passed from before him.

"Our brother is not the brothers." said Kevin sounding very soft almost like a whisper.

After that, the rickshaw man left.

Kevin took Khaira's hand. "It looks like we really have to make children so that you don't expect Brothers."

Just two steps Khaira followed Kevin, she pulled her husband's hand. "This Mas Kevin's fire, make children. It makes a child can be made from flour."

"Let's not think people, we're sisters." Kevin explained.

"Listen-huh..look at the plant. Make a child, that's the reason Mas Kevin likes to minded kelon-wae!" Khaira took her hand out of Kevin's.

Kevin was stunned to see Khaira who began to bend down to lift ornamental plants. Recollecting Khaira's wounded hand, he approached his wife. "Let me help."

Khaira began to arrange the plants to be moved into flower pots, which they had bought, all at the place of ornamental plant sellers.

Kevin painstakingly inserts the organic soil mixture into a pot, which is guided by Khaira. Khaira seemed very happy, Kevin did everything he said, without a sense of burden.

"Where's this?" kevin asked to remove the seeds of the red rose plant from black plastic.

"That's, in a bigger pot only," Khaira replied as she pointed to a bigger pot.

Kevin mangut-mangut understand.

"Mas Kevin?" Khaira called Kevin who was busy putting mixed soil into the pot.

"Hemm.. why?" sahut Kevin's.

"Thank you" said Khaira happily, with glaring eyes.

"It is my duty, to make you happy.” Kevin replied with a smile, and again busy with the land and the pot in his hand.

Khaira Speechless smiled at Kevin's reply, he again moved the ornamental plants of blue rose seedlings into pots that had been given soil and fertilizer by Kevin. Both of them, now busy, with their morning activities.

"Home time, I want to go to the studio.” said Kevin amid his busy putting soil into the pot.

"Why what?" ask Khaira.

"There are some things I have to do there, about DJ.” music Kevin replied, glancing at Khaira at a glance.

Thin mangosteen khaira.

"You wanna come?" Kevin offers who knows Khaira is bored at home.

Khaira was enthusiastic to hear Kevin's offer, he was also curious about what activities Kevin did. Even today he still does not know what Kevin's job is, "Can it?"

"Of course." said Kevin, of course Kevin allows, thought Kevin anyway only the studio where he trained his skills to play a DJ instrument, not to his place of work.

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From inside the car not far from Kevin's house, Sonia is seen observing Kevin who is looking familiar with a woman in maroon hijab, "Who's Kevin's wife?"

Sonia was curious to make, "The woman looks good to Kevin. Will Kevin forgive me and come back with me?"

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