Getting Married Due to a Trap

Drama pregnant mother

The park that Khaira had been to along with Kevin, was not far from Kevin's housing complex. Khaira sat pensively on the swing. He saw the slide, nostalgic when he was five years old.

Still remember very clearly the memory of when Mother Purwasih accompanied little Khaira to play a swing, even when little Khaira fell from the swing. Purwasih's mother hugged and rubbed the wound on Khaira's knee.

It feels like remembering his childhood is very crowded. Khaira repeatedly wiped away the tears that were shed. His originally heated face now became colder due to the breeze of the night wind.

Again, a message came in from Clara. I don't know how many messages he received. But nothing he answered. Khaira does not want to be dizzy, anyway if indeed Clara and Kevin want to get married and also Clara is now pregnant Kevin's child. Khaira thinks he has nothing to lose, because he has not had sex with Kevin.

So Khaira felt it was not necessary to exaggerate. The term that happens let it happen, and what has not happened is not necessarily preventable.

Khaira turned her face towards the expanse of stars in the dark sky, certainly not in the blue sky. Because at night, the sky is not blue, as children always sing.

Khaira then hummed a little, singing children's songs that she had once sung with her mother

"Little star in the blue sky, so much space, I want to fly and dance far away to where you are."

Huft. Until my heart feels so good. Mom I missed you. Why being a woman is not easy. When trying to maintain self-esteem in say expensive selling. When too soon familiar said the insignificance. I feel like humans are never perfect in the eyes of humans. Because people judge based on what they see. If I say that I don't believe in my own husband, will I be blamed, Mom?

Khaira took a long breath. Suddenly his daydream was interrupted by someone suddenly sitting on a swing next to him. Khaira turned her head to the side looking at a lady with an eccentric look. His hand was holding a drink can.

"Want a drink?"

Khaira saw the woman offering him a drink, she shook her head.

"No, I don't want to."

Khaira smiled wryly, and saw the woman drinking in a bluish tin. Khaira thought that she had been in this park for a long time to calm down. And as for Clara's confession pregnant with Kevin's child, so be it. Ra urus!

Khaira stood up from the swing. But the woman asked him to talk.

"Gue Ane, who are you? Why would a woman like you be in the park at night like this? Shouldn't the hijab-wearing woman be a hen in the house and not wander?" said the woman who claimed to be named Ane.

Khaira turned to the woman named Ane, she saw the look on Ane's face that was smiling knots. "I was just calming down. Get rid of the problem and find a solution."

Ane stood up and tapped on the hijab woman's chest in front of her. "Listen to me, man is the place to complain and do wrong. When regret came to her, she just said khilaf." Ane sat back on the swing, and drank a canned drink. "what's your name? will you accompany me for a drink?" Ane thrust a white plastic bag containing 0 cans of alcoholic beverages.

"I'm Khaira, sorry I don't drink drinks like that." Khaira was still standing, her eyes looking at the white plastic bag and turning to look at the woman's face filled with thick makeup makeup.

Ane pulled Khaira to sit on the grass. He then sat facing the hijab woman he had just met.

Khaira is surprised to find a woman named Ane pulling him, until he sits on the grass.

"Who is the most trusted person in the world?" Ane asked and drank the canned drink.

Khaira was silent, about thinking about trust. He only believed in his single parents. He also does not believe in Clara's words and the DNA letter in his bag. She also doesn't trust Kevin, her husband.

Khaira then shook her head, "Actually we are often disappointed by people we truly trust. So I don't trust anyone but Abah."

Ane nodded at Khaira's words. "Yes right. I agree, sometimes we give full trust by our loved ones, for example friends, girlfriends, or even husbands, it could be our own family. But suddenly he underestimated the trust we already love. Beh, I think it's a real heartache."

Khaira smiled widely, hearing the answer of the woman next to her.

"Drink, this is not booze, you never have to pretend to be good. Just let out your emotions, you have the right to be angry, the right to condemn, the right to your rights. We're human, berate each other, hate each other, the place is spiteful." Ane joked, then lay looking at the dark sky.

Khaira looked at Ane's face, she saw a stroke of sadness. Khaira picked up a can of drink that read Non-alcoholic star. Then open the lid and drink it, it tastes a little sour, there's a hook, and there's a little sweet. Really not good at his tongue. But he still drank it.

"Huhuh?" Ane looked to the side looking at Khaira. "no, I'm here to see my client, he said he wanted to order the psk I prepared, I said, but until now the striped man did not appear, too, until I was chased by the same horde of police and I separated from psk. And finally because I'm tired of running, I bought a drink in Alfamart, and here I am. hehe.. funny my life, never serve men, but I became pimps." clearly Ane at length about the journey of his life which is in the dark dark circles of the world of online and offline prostitution.

Khaira was speechless, she did not want to intimidate the job chosen by this foreign woman. He also did not want to speculate that Ane was wrong. Nor does it condone any form of prostitution.

"Why did you choose that job?"

"Because I want to live well." answered Ane spontaneously.

Khaira. "Often dreaming of a good life often makes some people darken their eyes and close their conscience."

"If you want, you can also join me." Ane bargained, grinning her smile.

Khaira smiled wryly. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm still enjoying my job right now. I do dream of living a good life, without having to work hard, but not delicious in such an instant way."

Ane sat up, she was a thin beard. "Yes, I know. Hijab people are supposed to guard, not just close the aurat. But it must also shut down behavior as well as actions. Often I see, there are women in hijab, but can't keep their dignity and dignity."

Khaira was amazed, she understood the meaning of this woman named Ane. Many women wear the hijab, but do not keep their behavior. And of the many women hijab to cover the aurat also affected by the negative.

"One good man will be buried with ten bad men. But in this life, good and evil will not last forever. There will be times to change, good people will be bad, and bad people will be good. One woman takes off the hijab, it could be ten women start hijrah and wear the hijab." Khaira reply and smile knot.

"Gue what do you mean earlier, but by the way I'm not ready to wear hijab hehe.." Ane then stood up, and turned to look at Khaira who was still sitting. "how is the drink good?" Ane looked at the drink cans Khaira was holding.

Khaira shuddered her shoulders, shaking her head. "It's not good at all. But thanks."

Ane nodded briefly. "Yes together. I'm pulling it out."

"Yes, be careful, Ma'am Ane, I hope you don't see the police gang again" Khaira said and saw Ane.

"Yes, if I see the police, I run again, hahaha." replied Ane lightly, then left before Khaira.

Khaira laughs at the light answer of a pimp,

"Yes, like the situation I'm living in right now. If I don't run, I'll be caught in this situation. And continue to be blamed for not believing in the same Mas Kevin, even though it is actually between Clara and Mas Kevin, I have not known them for long" he murmured alone. Khaira moved from her seat. Then back down the road. And back to Kevin's house.

After arriving in front of Kevin's house, Khaira observed the courtyard of the house that looked very quiet. Then circulated his gaze staring at the entire desolate residential complex. Usually there will be a guard guard around to ensure the security of the complex. But not this time, it looks lonely. Khaira went into the house.

Khaira felt that Kevin had not yet returned home, then immediately rushed to clean up after his ritual in the bathroom was over. Khaira berwudhu and perform hajat prayers. He hoped his troubled heart would be calmer after the prayer.

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