Getting Married Due to a Trap

The baffle and tenacious feathers.

Khaira arrived at his tiny room, he threw himself into a mattress that was not too soft but very comfortable for him.

“Why does Abah always talk about getting married, getting married, and getting married? Though I have not even 22 years,” always upset if it has been talking about marriage.

“Abah married Mom, a woman that Abah loved very much, but I could leave Abah and her child so aja,” muttered Khaira lirih, she remembered the figure of Mother and made her heart feel crowded.

Her eyelids seemed to heat up, no feeling of tears falling down her cheeks, Khaira suddenly wiped her tears violently, “I cried not because I do not have a mother, Khaira just erased her tears violently, but I cried because of my mother! Why did Mom let Abah dissolve in the emptiness dilemma all this time. Even Abah always refuses if I give her advice to remarry.”

Khaira sat daydreaming under the window, “Mother, do you know. Abah always said, Mother is the woman that Abah loves very much. That's why Abah always refuses to find a replacement for Mom. Although there are some women who try to approach Abah, including Mbok Damirah si bakul sego (rice trader),”

Again Khaira let out a long sigh, propping up her chin with both hands, she saw a photo of Abah with herself on a small table right in front of her, “Bah always blames herself for Mom's departure, Abah always felt like someone who could not make Mom happy with the material. If it is like that, is Mother a materialistic woman?”

There are no more pictures of the mother, because she has gotten rid of him since she felt there was no hope for her return. Exactly ten years ago.

Khaira realizes, she is a girl who grew up from a very modest family. Although the father had struggled to find rupiah, but still the mother went somewhere. He felt the destruction of the family that made him feel good.

From the destruction of a dysfunctional family that is why Khaira looks down on the bonds of marriage. And make him not think about marriage let alone plans to marry.

Khaira was afraid, if she married and had a partner. He will be abandoned by his partner just as his father's life is left behind by his beloved wife, and only leaves a void in the rest of his life.

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The next day Khaira returned to trading chicken. Well, just like when he was working at his uncle's cafe.

Not only the chicken chicken chicken trade, but Khaira also explored several jobs in a garment at that time the garment was bankrupt and all employees at PHK were en masse.

He also worked at the supermarket, but not for long, because of internal problems between him and a woman who likes to look for face against the supermarket manager.

And have also explored jobs in the market as a vegetable trader. However, there is fierce competition, making it have to go out of business. And the choice fell in chicken chicken, at the time of his time, chicken made is very popular and awaited by customers.

However, as always. The existence of rogue traders, who use black magic to make their merchandise unsold.

That's why Khaira accepted Bonar's uncle's offer to keep his cafe plaza.

Khaira roving does not use a motorbike, he uses an ontel bike belonging to Abah. Well, Khaira thinks if using fuel, then he must divide the results to buy gasoline.

While chicken chicken sell it at a relatively cheap price from other chicken traders. At a price of six thousand rupiahs per one piece of chicken chicken.

“Chicken chicken, chicken chicken!” khaira shouted loudly voicing her wares.

“Khaira, buy!” a mother stopped Khaira's bike.

With agility and passion, Khaira just braked the speed of his bike, “You buy how much Bu Lastri?”

“Two aja,” replied Bu Lastri, he is a customer who is still faithful waiting for chicken made by Khaira.

“No three ma'am, I give you a discount,” bargain Khaira, because yesterday's problem made it quiet customer.

“If I buy three dapet how much discount?” ms. Lastri replied curiously.

“I love sixteen thousand, ma'am who is usually three pieces of chicken eighteen thousand,” replied Khaira enthusiastically.

It seems that Khaira's offer makes Bu Lastri tempted, “Oke deh I bought three,”

“Wih, Alhamdulillah,” Khaira looks happy cheerfully, he just took chicken chicken using a capitan and put the chickens one by one into a clear plastic bag.

“This Bu Lastri,” he said giving a plastic bag containing chicken chicken to Bu Lastri.

“This is the money.” said Bu Lastri gave money to Khaira.

Khaira smiled sumringah and immediately responded to Bu Lastri's money, “Makasih Bu Lastri,”

“Daddy equally.” replied Bu Lastri, then went from before Khaira and headed to his house.

Khaira saw his chicken which still has half of the book box in medium size. He sighed, “Yes Allah may one more round, these chickens sold out. So that there can be income.”

Khaira back pedaling her ontel bike. Without a break of spirit, he again shouted his chicken chicken.

“Chicken chicken, chicken chicken!”

The first terror was carried out by Bonar. At the time Khaira was walking around hawking her chicken merchandise.

Toha throws a fairly large stone, and hits the target on the spinning wheel of the ontel bike.

Khaira was surprised the wheel got a stone throw, “Woy who was it that threw the stone?!” he looked to the right and to the left but nothing looked suspicious.

Everyone who passed by looked normal, it was precisely what seemed abnormal because it suddenly just shouted indistinctly.

Khaira's first throw could still balance her ontel bike to go slow. And there came another stone throw bigger than before.

“ABAH!!” khaira's screams fell on the asphalt.

This time it was Ucok who threw the stone, and was on target. He saw from behind the trees Khaira fell into the asphalt while the bicycle ontel into the ditch and chicken chicken scattered everywhere.

“Again the pain of my back, my palms, my ankles,” Khaira rubbed his palm that was hit by a small pebble and caused it to be scratched and injured.

Some passersby helped Khaira, some knew him and some did not. People helped Khaira stand up and some helped take the bent ontel bike on the handlebars.

Toha and Ucok immediately ran away from the scene where Khaira was being helped by residents.

Khaira circulated her gaze and unintentionally glimpsed she saw Toha and Ucok running away in droves. While enduring the pain, bad thoughts began to seep.

“Thank you Ma'am, thank you Mas.” Khaira said to those who helped her.

“Sama-sama, next time be careful Ma'am.” replied a man who had helped Khaira.

“Iyah.” replied Khaira resigned, he again guided his ontel bike which was bent next door. The feeling is more sad, when he saw his chicken dirty on the asphalt and on the outskirts of the road exposed to weeds. He took a long breath.

“Yes fate, why is it like this? Want to cry but no one pinches, want to scream later thought crazy. How do I express my feelings of disappointment?” Khaira limps by demanding a bicycle that is a victim, “What says Abah later, his favorite ontel bike snaps? [bent]”

Asep was riding his motorcycle, he just came home from work and accidentally saw someone he knew was demanding an ontel bike while walking limping.

Asep stops the speed of his motor, “Khaira?”

I feel someone calling his name. Khaira spontaneously turned her head across the street, and saw Asep. It felt like crying in front of the man, and leaning on his shoulder. But he did not want others to consider him weak helpless. “Asep!”

Asep turned his head to the right and to the left, observing for a moment and passing vehicles. After being deserted, he crossed the road and approached Khaira by the side of the road. He observed Khaira from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. Empathy and want to laugh blend into one, “Hahaha you why Ra?”

Khaira of course was upset, seeing Asep laughing after seeing his condition, “So you called me just to laugh doang?!” he again limped and led his ontel bike away from Asep.

“Well is it, she's angry?” Asep scratched his head, “Hey Ra! Don't get angry so dong,” Asep back pull gas motor and then follow Khaira.

Khaira is still walking, “So already there go, if you want to laugh please just. But don't worry about someone who just got hit by a disaster!”

“Well of course I know if Khaira was hit by a minor accident, proof of that little accident. In the form of a limp path, the handlebars ontelnya barking, as well as a container of broken chicken books,” Asep replied still trailing Khaira who seemed reluctant to stop the road.

“Terus why are you still laughing? Do you see me this way? Yes seneng?” ucal Khaira sulks in annoyance.

“Iya-iya I'm sorry, I don't laugh anymore. Abis I see your ontel handlebars that snail this funny, hahaha,” as well Asep saw the handlebars of the ontel bike that is bent.

Khaira spontaneously shook the earth with her sprained leg, making her groan sickly. “Aching!”

Asep gasped and just turned off the motorcycle engine and parked it, “You sprained Ra?”

“Udah know, how?!” khaira replied fiercely.

“Ya already here I help you bring the bike ontel, you ride my bike aja,” bargain Asep.

Without a refusal Khaira nodded.

Asep demanded Khaira's ontel bike while Khaira rode Asep's matic motorcycle.

For more than an hour, Asep and Khaira passed while chatting remembering during school. It didn't feel like he was in the front yard of Abah's house.

Abah who had just come out of the house wearing a sarong and cocoa clothes was about to leave for the mosque was surprised by the return of his son who looked shabby and turned to observe his ontel bike which was still held by the Aseps.

“Astaghfirullah, what is this?” exclaiming Abah approached Khaira who had just parked Asep's motorbike.

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