Getting Married Due to a Trap

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🎶 Stress (stress)

Frequently hit humans

No matter whether it is poor or rich

(Many people are stressed)

Stress (stress)

As if it were an epidemic

No matter old or young

(Many people are stressed)

“Many people are stressed!” lantang Khaira in equalizing the voice of the dangdut king Rhoma rhythm.

Not without reason in the selection of the song he was playing through his cellphone which he put beside him sitting. He is experiencing stress.

It has been three days, Khaira waiting for the return of the homeowner. It is like a cat waiting for its owner to come home to feed it.

Three days also Khaira only eat instant noodles, morning fried night soup, and morning fried night gravy that he found in the kitchen cabinet.

Khaira had to eat foods that she rarely ate to survive. It's not about not being able to afford to eat for himself out there.

But intentionally or unintentionally Kevin locked it from the outside. So Khaira was not able to go out of the house even though only to buy vegetables, when he heard the call of vegetable traders who passed the street in front of Kevin's house.

Three in the morning. Well for three days he seemed to be a stalker Abang-abang and the mothers of mobile vegetable sellers, whether using a motorbike or just using a wheelbarrow.

“Sayur!”

Now the vegetable maker passed by again, Khaira immediately rushed to look at him at the window. However, he was told to call the vegetable seller.

His first two days at Kevin's house. He once shouted from inside the house to call the mothers of vegetable sellers. The vegetable mother ran away from her cart in front of Kevin's house.

And this time he could only see the vegetable-seller brothers from the window. He did not want the vegetable seller also run, like the vegetable mothers yesterday.

Khaira was confused.

I don't know if the move that made the vegetable mother run off the ridge left her vegetable cart after hearing her scream from inside the house. Khaira thought, whether the sound was like a ghost, such as Mbak Kunti, or Mbak Sundel, it is impossible for ghosts to sound on a sunny morning.

I don't know if he doesn't know! He can only eat instant noodles in three days. If Kevin arrives on the fourth day he still does not go home. Then he will decide to break down the white main door.

Khaira is very upset, used to live freely in the village to sell chicken and find work experience. Now it's caged like a bird in a cage.

“Is this like a guy named Kevin every day? Not home? Not shower? Not eat? Not cleaning his dusty house, after all he could just mess house!” Khaira sat on the living room sofa, propping up her chin.

He looked at the family photo mounted on the wall of the living room. Family photos were taken when Kevin was a teenager.

“Where did all your family members go, arrogant guy? Why do you stay, do you not feel empty? Are you someone who likes to run?” Khaira let out a long sigh, she was very, very upset towards Kevin.

“Three days I was locked up in your house, I felt really upset in a situation like this! If only Uncle Bengek was not looking for problems with Abah, surely I still sell chicken and my friends will definitely increase!” Khaira grumbled in a dilemma.

In addition, Kouta runs out, the pulse runs out. There was automatically nothing he could contact. I tried using Kevin's home phone, but it turned out the phone was broken.

“Ya fate!” khaira exclaimed, he stared at the main door of the house in white.

Then shift his attention to the window. “If only Kevin's window had no iron trellis encircling the window. I will definitely run away from this foreign house. A house that looks empty, a house that looks gloomy.”

Bored of? Well the exact word that describes the situation is now confined inside this foreign house, until when?

“I've been kind enough to clean this house,” Khaira put her face staring at the ceiling of the house in white shades of golden brown, “Why is this house no cctv? If there is a right, I will wave my hand, I will say that I give up.”

Three days for Khaira to just keep quiet like this, is a waste of free time. Because time cannot be turned back, then his youth for three days is also wasted.

“Come on Kevin, go home. I also want to be free, I want to work. I don't want to eat instant noodles anymore. In your refrigerator there are no vegetables.”

The song that was played was automatically changed, now titled Running in the morning. Khaira got up from her seat she automatically ran on the spot, still with her focus staring at the door of the house.

“Hey come Pak Haji we run in the morning on the spot!” khaira exclaimed in annoyance, to drive away boredom.

🎶

“He, morning run (morning run) young old all. Morning run (morning run) and very popular. Morning running (morning running) is very good. Morning run (morning run) for physical construction. One two, left right, morning gymnastics, refreshing. Let's run, run again, run in the morning, nourish.” accompany the voice of King dangdut, Khaira excited in moving his running legs on the spot.

“Kevin home! Let's go home!” khaira chanted Kevin's name, hoping that the man would come home soon and free him from the cage.

Time is rapidly rolling

Yeah, three days for Kevin not to come home is just a short time. He could even go a whole month not to go home. Because he felt that even going home would only make him feel empty and lonely.

Eating, bathing, changing clothes. Kevin did it in his studio. DJ's music studio is like a second home for Kevin. He spent three days in copying musical components to musical instruments with fast rhythms such as the term pendagg-jedug.

As well as the popular song from the west called Bad Liar, not wild bendel. But the title is Bad Liar which means (people who are not smart lie.) It was created by Imagine Dragon.

🎶 But I'm a bad wild, bad wild

(But I'm not good at lying)

Now you know, now you know

(Now you know)

I'm a bad wild, bad wild

(I'm not good at lying)

Now you know, you're free to go

(Now you know, you can be free to go)

A meaningful song about a tumultuous relationship and ending a breakup.

Kevin is not alone in his studio, there is a friend who is playing guitar. The teary-eyed friend who sat on the sofa behind Kevin was named Yoshua.

Yoshua feels Kevin is feeling a sense of excitement, because it is not usual that Kevin will be like this during his visit to Kevin's studio. Kevin is very focused on applying DJ games that tend to be bitter mixed with DJ music that pauses.

Just like, the pain is wrapped in a smile.

Yoshua moved from his seat, his guitar practice seemed unfocused because of the loud music played by Kevin, when two more days were Easter, and Yoshua was a spiritual accompanist in the church.

He was used to training in Kevin's music studio, because usually Yoshua will meet a lot of people and share about discussing also many friends who help him in learning about the guitar.

Yoshua then patted the shoulder of his friend who was busy fiddling with the Controller Pioneer DJ and laptop, as well as other DJ support tools. “Vin,” he said calling Kevin who wears headphones in the ears.

Kevin removed the Headphones from his ears, he shrank the volume of the sound system, then turned to look at Yoshua who was standing next to him, “Why Yos?”

“Lo is fine, right?” ask Yoshua.

Kevin nodded briefly, “Yes,”

“Lo hasn't come home for three days, and now you're not going to work. You're definitely not in a good mood, right?” yoshua explained with his guess.

“Gue is good, it's just that I'm not in the mood anymore,” Kevin replied while aiming at his shoulder. He saw Yoshua's guitar on the couch, “Do I disturb you guitar practice Yos?” kevin asked, his bad feelings, made him not think of anyone else.

Yoshua shook his head, “No, I was just a prank practice, besides I also want to go home, it's already malem,”

Kevin saw the clock on the wall already showing at eleven p.m.

“Oh okay. Tumben so much else not on dateng here?” ask Kevin. He is not alone in concocting his DJ musical instruments. There were some of his friends who took part in his studio activities. Kevin frees his friend to express himself in the hobby. Kevin is the founder of the DJ music fan community. And tonight there is only Yoshua.

“So much as Vin, they are again on their own busy maybe,” replied Yoshua.

Kevin mangosteen

Yoshua grabbed his jacket on the sofa, then put his guitar in a bag and carried it, “Gue unplug Vin,”

“Yes, be careful Yos. Do not let you meet again,” replied Kevin, commemorating Yoshua.

“Ye! If there is a problem, there is lo. I just call you, Vin.” reply Yoshua lightly, then get out of the studio. That's one of the reasons why he knows and is good friends with Kevin, because Kevin helped him during the break-up five months ago.

After Yoshua died, Kevin re-attached headphones to his ears, but his focus seemed to break when he remembered Sonia who made a friendly fondling. He took off the headphones and put them on the table.

Kevin moved from his seat, he grabbed his denim jacket and then came out of the studio. His mind is pengab, he wants to find fresh air at night.

Unexpectedly his intention just wanted to get some fresh air on foot, Kevin instead met with two thugs who had previously dueled with them.

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