Getting Married Due to a Trap

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Asep stared at the speeding bus leaving the terminal parking lot. He was still glued to where he stood, staring at the bus carrying Khaira.

“Ra, be careful on the road, do not forget to eat, always take care of health. Hopefully until the destination safely.”gumamnya slim down. Asep rubbed his chest that felt increasingly claustrophobic. Why is it so melow he felt.why should the girl leave, without explaining anything definite. What is the problem and what is really happening.

The girl just said it. Without even asking for help, Asep will still want to help.“Khaira oh Khaira, your name will always ring until the time comes, we can meet.”

Asep took a breath and threw it away slowly. He saw the watch Khaira gave him two days ago. Doesn't look expensive, just like Khaira's confession. That the girl bought it for a cheap price.

But it's okay, for Asep it's not about price. But as long as it is useful, well like this clock, often he sees it, then he will remember the time.

Toha and Ucok have managed to escape the rampage of the people at the bus terminal who will judge them.

Asep turned his body, saw his motorbike parked shabby, because of the rain yesterday had flushed, then walked to his motorbike,“So remember the song Chrisye, arranged with the band D'Masiv, was,” he said while remembering the song he had heard. “Tell me all your wishes, while there is still time.”

The road but certainly, the matic motor driven by Asep also drove away from the terminal.

•

Meanwhile Abah sat pensively in the living room, he was looking at a photo of Purwasih wearing negligent clothes holding Khaira as an infant, behind the photo is a sentence that makes Abah vividly remembered in those days.

[My son, you are the most beautiful gift that God has given us.]

It was too late to say, Abah could only cry but not make a sound. If indeed the woman was right to consider the child she was born with was a gift, then why did Purwasih leave his daughter just like that. Never felt missed? Never feel guilty? Doesn't Purwasih want to see his daughter who has grown into a tough adult girl? Or did Purwasih not have a heart like a mother.

Abah wipes away her tears, not wanting to spill just to remember the woman who had been blessed. No longer want to throw away his tears for free, his love for Purwasih was in fact not in harmony with what Purwasih gave.

A shabby letter on the table. Abah deliberately never showed the letter to his daughter, because the letter contained written by the wife who had been gone fifteen years. Indeed, the contents of the letter said he did not want his daughter, and asked Abah to take care of it.

How could Abah let her daughter know about what her mother wrote. The departure of Purwasih has made his daughter dilemmatic and inscribed lara.

“One day, you will pay dearly for the pain you incite, Purwasih.” tears are shed, Abah squeezed the letter left by his wife.

•

For approximately nine hours, the bus carried thirty-two passengers and one of them was Khaira. We arrived at the Lebak Bulus terminal. Yes, the goal is metropolitan so much frenetic life.

Become a focus of hope for overseas. Looking for money to meet needs. True what the word Bang Haji Roma rhythms, a thousand and one kinds of ways people find food. From the halal stamp MUI, to the haram left right thumbprint. Asek!

Khaira was waiting for the other passengers to get off, and now it was her turn. Do not forget he said an ultimate sentence, according to him, namely. "Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim.May God bless my journey. Amin.”

He set his right foot on the paved ground, standing for a moment, to see what was now in front of his eyes. As if, he was hypnotized by a sight very foreign to him. Of course this is foreign because this is the first time Khaira was in a metropolitan city. An earth atmosphere where so many tall buildings soar.

"This is a journey,” its monologue in heart.

The atmosphere looks boisterous from the passengers of the bus who just got off or who are about to leave. Not spared also from Khaira's vision, there were so many hawkers who then carried various kinds of merchandise that were carried in front of the chest.

Some of them sell drinks, some sell nuts. And there are many more that make Khaira stupefied to pay attention to all those who mill around before her eyes.

Khaira soon came to a realization when a merchant offered his trade.

“Nuts!”

“Aqua-aqua-aqua!”

It's not just boisterous traders. The bus conductors also harmonized the voices of the merchants to voice the purpose of the bus.

“Come, come, Pekalongan, Semarang, Solo!”

“Mari Mbak! Let's Mas!”

“Puwokerto, Banyumas, Ambarawa!”

Khaira is confused whether she should ask who to show her the way to the address she is heading to. Then he walked towards a man who saw he was a bus conductor, because of what he saw, the man was wearing a uniform bearing the brand name of several buses parked in the spacious terminal courtyard.

Khaira does not want to feel embarrassed, because he said shame will make you get lost in the street. He then asked the bus conductor, who looked young "Please excuse me, I want to ask? Where is the ojek base, yes Mas,”

“Straight, keep turning left and there are stalls and next to it there are..” clear bus conductor.

“There's a motorcycle taxi driver Mas?” ask Khaira again, to be sure.

Bus conductor shakes, “Not!”

Khaira frowned, “Terus if not the ojek base, indeed next to the stalls what is Mas?”

“KUA!” chirps of bus conductor wearing black uniform drag yellow while chuckling little see sweet girl asking about the base ojek.

Khaira is obviously upset that she got a prank, “Ye! Inquired not clear very answer Mas!”

“Iya-iya, next to it is the base of the ojek, Neng.” said the bus conductor.

“Ck. From last kek replied!” irked Khaira then left in front of the bus conductor who was still clucking crisp. But a moment later, Khaira remembered not saying the sentence thank you, “Thank you, Mas conductor bus nyebelin!”

The bus conductor laughed again. “Hahaha... Okay-okay. Equally.” while waving his hand towards Khaira. “We will definitely meet again adek sweet!” exclaimed the bus conductor saw the back of the sweet girl he did not know her name was getting away.

Khaira sneered,“Now will not!” he said without looking at the bus conductor.

After getting directions from the bus conductor, Khaira stepped foot steadily, towards the ojek base. Previously he had contacted his cousin Mita and recalled, instructions from Mita, because his cousin could not take leave and pick her up.

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