Getting Married Due to a Trap

Meet a mysterious man

By night.

Kevin invites Khaira to enjoy his fried rice subscription. Not in a luxurious place and not a place to eat that provides a row of chair stands. Only the fried rice traders who spent the night in front of the shops that had closed.

The look on Khaira's face that still looks puffy. But it was as if his tongue was too faint to ask if there were any problems that his wife was experiencing. Kevin continued to closely watch Khaira's face from the left side.

Since arriving at the base place of fried rice, and has been sitting opposite Lesehan with Kevin. Khaira threw away her gaze staring at the passing vehicle at the 19:30 wib. Yes, Kevin invited him to eat outside after the prayer isya.

I didn't want to stay any longer, because Kevin was silent. Khaira then asked as a pleasantries to open her chat, "Mas Kevin.."

Seeing Khaira calling him without looking at him, Kevin was silent. Her net was staring at the back of Khaira's hand that was on the table.

Khaira was aghast when she felt the back of her hand warm, turning her attention to Kevin's hand resting in his hand, a second later she saw Kevin's face which displayed a small smile.

"If you ever talk to him again, don't throw his gaze away. That's not polite." Kevin is small.

Khaira lowered her head again, then pulled her hand from the support of Kevin's hand, making her heart beat faster.

"Surely there's something bothering you right now, right?" Kevin was curious about Khaira's silence.

Think back to his meeting last afternoon with a man named Erik. Khaira raised her face to face with Kevin's bead eyes that seemed to sparkle exposed to the street lights that highlighted.

"If someone asked you to love me, what would you do?" lirih.

Kevin was stunned to hear Khaira question. "I'll reject it."

"Reason..?" still Khaira face Kevin's bead eyes, trying to explore the genealogy of honesty through the eyes of the interlocutor.

"You are the last thought in my mind before falling asleep and the first thought when I wake up every morning." Kevin said full of meaning, that it is undeniable, that now the thing he thinks is Khaira again, Khaira continues, and Khaira.

Who is not touched by what a husband has just said to his wife. The man in front of him was as if he was jubilant about the meaning of love to ensnare him longer. Khaira was unable to say that his tongue was boned.

Before long the fried rice seller that Kevin knew by the name of Mang Sanif served two portions of his order on the table.

"Still Mang Sanif," said Kevin, seeing Mang Sanif nodding his words.

Mang Sanif saw a young woman sitting opposite his loyal customer, then turned her attention to Kevin, "New eyes see him, A Kevin?"

Khaira smiled faintly, slightly forcing herself indeed to smile kindly.

Seeing Mang Sanif then seeing Khaira at a glance, "His name is Khaira, Mang Sanif. She's my wife,"

Mas Sanif was surprised, "Hahh.. wife?"

Khaira sees a fried rice merchant who seems familiar with Kevin, as well as the mothers of the housing complex who are surprised to hear Kevin call him wife.

"Yes Mang," Kevin smiled, looking at Khaira intensely, "he's my wife, and how can we meet and get married..." Kevin looked back at Mang Sanif, "long story, Mang,"

Mang Sanif mangut-manggut, "Then, Mamang prayer'in lah to become a family mawadah warahmah, A Kevin."

"Amin, amen. Thank you Mang Sanif his prayer." replied Kevin spirit guaranteed prayer, he saw Khaira who looked beardy and smiled sumringah.

"Together." Mang Sanif re-processed the fried rice ordered by other customers.

"Look at you like that, I assume that you are following Mang Sanif's prayer in your heart" Kevin smiled ja'im, winking at Khaira.

Khaira looked at Kevin without blinking, until the person she looked at seemed wrong and then a smile on Kevin's lips cracked. Seeing Kevin's smile, it rubbed off on him. Khaira smiled widely.

Khaira felt her mood had returned, not wanting to get dizzy at the warning from the man named Erik. Just live what is, Kevin said. The more rebellious the more cruel.

"You know Kevin."

"Know what?" Kevin replied while stirring the fried rice like he wanted to eat chicken noodles.

"My view of you now is different."

"Then, can I be categorized as a dream husband?"

Khaira is no longer evasive. He nodded. "Yes, it could be. I feel my mood is better now."

"Good, that's a sign that I'm a funny guy. Or if I need to, I'm on stand-up comedy huh?" Kevin looked at Khaira who was bribing the fried rice. "what do you think?"

Khaira. "Good idea, but at most I love the most votes, hehe.."

Kevin chuckles a little, then eats his seafood fried rice.

After enjoying a serving of fried rice, Khaira walked out of the trepal tent as a roof. He waited on Kevin's motorbike parked right next to Mang Sanif's yard selling. Waiting for Kevin who was paying for two servings of fried rice.

Accidentally while circulating his gaze, Khaira saw two children sitting on the wagon like garbage wagons while a Mother stood beside the wagon dressed shabbily. He heard the talk of the three people quite cut the heart.

"You wait here, I'll buy fried rice to eat you guys, Neng you take care of your sister, so as not to take to the streets, it could be dangerous if your sister suddenly crossed." the mother said to her older son.

"Make Mom too, right?" said the bigger boy.

Mom was silent for a moment, she saw the two thousand money which amounted to ten thousand in hand. "Hemm even to buy the cheapest fried rice is not enough."

She saw her two children, aged 8 and 5. He rubbed the heads of his two daughters.

Khaira was touched to see such a thing, she intended to approach a mother who was looking at money in the hand, but before stepping her feet. He saw Kevin who had just come out of the trepal tent. Khaira also saw Kevin was looking at a mother and saw two children ranging from 8 years and 5 years old who were in the cart.

Kevin walked past a mother who was talking to the two children who were in the cart.

The thing that Khaira never expected in her reflection about Kevin was. Kevin dropped a hundred thousand dollars right next to the feet of Mom who was talking to her two children.

"Mom, that's Mom's money falling" said Kevin, pointing to her feet.

Mother gasped, her nether immediately staring at the money next to her feet. Instead of taking it straight away, the distraught Mother said, "I-it's not my money, Mas."

Kevin smiled and bowed his back, taking the money he had originally dropped.

"This is Mom's money, I just saw Mom accidentally drop it," Kevin thrust the money folded red in front of the mother who still looks confused, "take Mom," continued Kevin with a slight nod, to convince Mother who still looks doubtful.

Despite his doubts, the mother then took the money offered by a young man in front of her, "Te-thank you."

"Either. Then I'll go first, ma'am." Kevin then passed from in front of Mom and briefly looked at the two children who seemed sparkling.

"Asik, mom's a lot of money, I can buy toys.." the five-year-old exclaimed happily.

"Alhamdulillah, you can buy rice for your own mother. All this time I was willing to hold hunger for us." 8-year-old child embraces the Mother. His age is already quite understanding about the living conditions of his sister and mother as homeless because of his residence in the rubble without any compensation.

"Alhamdulillah son." Mother moved blue with gratitude, rubbed the heads of her two children. After the death of the husband who was hit by a truck while mulung in Bantar Gebang, making Bu Sulis must be the backbone to support his two young children.

Khaira was amazed to see Kevin walking towards her. Not even his eyes blinked.

"What's wrong?" Kevin takes a helmet in the rearview mirror, feeling groggy stared so intensely by Khaira.

Khaira shook her head, seeing Kevin who was on standby on the bike. Then followed by him who hugged.

The motor is traveling at a moderate speed, but different from the road to go home. Khaira is confused, where will Kevin go next, "This is not the way home, Mas?"

Without answering Khaira's question, Kevin saw the look on his wife's face from the reflection of the spy. He drove his motorcycle to a city park.

Khaira is still confused as to why Kevin brought her all the way here, "Mas Kevin?" it demands clarity.

"Before I go to work, I want to go for a walk and breathe the air at night with you, like other couples." Kevin took Khaira's hand, then took her through the city park, there are also lights for garden lighting.

"How much is it?"

Kevin looked at Khaira at a glance, then re-spread his gaze. "How much?"

"How much did you love these mothers?"

"You're watching me?"

Khaira stopped her steps. Kevin stopped too. "Of course, you're my husband. How I didn't notice you."

Kevin smiled broadly. Then poking Khaira's chin. "Cieee, what's my husband? Smile me."

Khaira smiled, but her mind was confused. About telling me about his meeting last afternoon with a man named Erik or not having to tell about Kevin's plans to be married to Clara. But then he thought, such a thing is impossible Kevin did not know.

There were no conversations along the way, Kevin was silent as well. But really enjoying the night atmosphere his hands also did not let go of Khaira's hands. But suddenly his feelings were not good, Kevin stopped his steps and saw the situation around. He saw some of the park visitors who passed by there were also those who were sitting on the bench.

Khaira was stunned, Kevin stopped his steps. He looked at Kevin's face from the side, "What's the matter?" a step later he faced Kevin who was circulating his gaze staring at the whole park.

Grep...

Without answering Khaira's question. Suddenly Kevin pulled Khaira into his arms, twisting her back slightly to protect her wife.

PRANGS!!!

Glass lights as garden street lights are broken by stone throwing that comes out of nowhere.

Khaira gasped at Kevin's hand and hugged him tightly. A few seconds later there was a broken glass, in a blink of an eye the lights went out.

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