Getting Married Due to a Trap
Breakfast with bryan
Kevin clapped his eel slowly, “Aih, senile base! How can you forget, if you have married a girl!” he cursed himself with a soft voice, until he forgot this one. His galaxy against Sonia's betrayal, has crippled her brain.
Open the door of the room as wide as possible, but with a slow movement so as not to make the sound caused. From the side of the bed, Kevin saw a girl he married suddenly, wearing a bone-white face, sitting on a long prayer mat stretching by holding the Qur'an.
The chanting of verses from the Qur'an that the girl recited was very melodious, seemed to reconcile a troubled heart. Kevin was silent, he was fixated, observing the girl from the back right side.
Beyond the limits of his consciousness, Kevin seemed to see the girl exuding the light of calmness and peace that he had longed for.
“Shadaqallahul-'adzim'.\*”
\[\*meaning; be true of Allah the Greatest\]
The girl ended the recitation of the Holy Quran, gently rubbed the perfect book of Allah and placed it on a stretched prayer mat. Kevin was still very observant, the girl did not move. Kevin saw him raise his hand as if he were praying, but he could not hear what his wife said.
His soul was curious, yet ashamed to approach. Kevin felt himself dirty and messy, the life he lived so far was full of infinite graffiti of sin, is it appropriate if he misses his way to pray as a Muslim? Is it still worth it to be with the women of Solehah? Or does he miss heaven?
Huhh... Kevin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. There was a sense of tightness imprinted within his soul cavity that had been empty for a long time. There is no purpose in his life, only lies and contempt.
Kevin does not like cheap women, which is why he is not easily tempted by night butterflies. He also did not like the sparkling world of night.
But he still wallows in the abyss of lies the mirage world. Kevin lied to himself. He does not like, but still does the job, a job that he thinks is a hobby, then his ajimumpung produce rupiah coffers.
Not one bit Kevin turned his face or gaze in observing the girl who looked solemn. He was so very impressed.
Until the time when the girl was about to stand up and almost release her face, then the girl named Khaira Ningrum realized the presence of Kevin. Khaira gasped and did not let go of her face.
“Astaghfirullah!” khaira exclaimed aghast when she saw Kevin who was like a ghost suddenly appeared and was standing by holding both hands in front of the chest and leaning shoulders and head to the door frame.
\*“Kok ngagetin ngono, koyok jelangkung, ora ono suworone jebulane ono kujudu!” khaira grunts in the pronunciation of the language of the area live, while rubbing his chest that is like sliding free from the height of Mount Merapi.
\*\[*Translate; how surprising that, like a jelangkung, it doesn't sound like it suddenly exists*!\]
Not only Khaira, Kevin who had been amazed for so long also stunned, hearing the voice of Khaira who was like a mosque toa, so surprised. Kevin smirked and cleared his throat to neutralize the awkward and nervous state, and again stood straight. “Ehem!”
Khaira was still stroking her chest, her shock making her heart beat like a marawis drum in the study.
“Mas Kevin when to go home, why not speak or say hello?” tanya Khaira mentions Kevin along with her frills which she thinks is right to call someone older than her. Mas, can be interpreted as Brother, or Brother.
Kevin darted to the right and to the left and behind, then pointed to himself. “Elo ask me?”
Khaira sighed a bit harshly, “Yes it is indeed here who is named Kevin?”
Kevin raised his eyebrows, then casually went into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, “Yes I think you call who? You see I just heard you first mention my name with the complete package of frills!”
Khaira glanced at Kevin cynically, he did not even answer Kevin's question, he took the Qur'an on the prayer mat and folded the prayer mat and put it on a small table beside the bed.
Observing Khaira closely, and not getting an answer to his question, made Kevin back to voice, “Oi, you can't hear me talking?” said relaxed.
Khaira glanced at Kevin sharply, “Listen, I'm not deaf!” khaira said briefly, she was very upset with the man sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Oh I don't think you will be my existence, because it was just like you saw me, like seeing ghosts,” reply Kevin still see Khaira.
“Yo is indeed a ghost, ora ono suworo krusak babarblas'o!” khaira grumbled withholding a very deep annoyance without seeing Kevin.
Kevin felt his ears disturbed over the mosquito-like Khaira grouse wailing around his ears, “What, what, you talk what? If you talk to see your interlocutor, it's just polite. Continue not to use the language of the region you live to insinuate or gosipin others. I also don't know what it means!”
Khaira grunts in annoyance, she slurps in a cocky heart, “*Basin a selfish guy! Love to criticize, but don't see the error itself*!”
Seeing Khaira just sing lips, making Kevin speculate that Khaira is grumbling in the heart, “How come there are no lips on manyunin? You must be mengedumel in the heart, right?”the sangkanya.
Khaira immediately looked at Kevin cynically, he observed Kevin's face was shocked when he saw Kevin's face bruised bluish red, and blotted blood from the corner of the man's lips.
“Why face? Out of fight?” cynically asked.
Kevin just realized that his face might look bruised, “Not a lo!” affair the hardic. Brushed a trace of blood on the tip of his lips.
\*“Basic wong crazy, getting caught even muruh-misuh!” khaira's gerutu poked his lips. \*\[*Translate; basic crazy person, in question even answer angrily*\]
“I'm just asking Kevin, why is that his face? If you don't want to answer yes relax just answer it, don't make it so hard! Wong I who had been locked up for three days was still patient,”, said Khaira annoyed to reply Kevin.
“Ya is not your business? Why didn't you call me?” kevin's reply still hasn't softened his voice.
Khaira looked at Kevin lazily, “Where is your phone number, keep calling home is also broken!”
Kevin fell silent, everything Khaira said was true. Where he had exchanged phone numbers. Even the home phone was broken four days ago.
\*“Wes dino-eyebrowd, I'm caged neng jero omah, muleh-muleh raine bonyok! Angel-angel orepmu!” khaira said irritatedly, hearing Kevin's unfriendly reply.
\*\[*Translate; it's been three days, I've been locked up in the house, back and forth on bruising. The trouble of your life*!\]
Again Kevin saw Khaira grumbling, “If you talk real, do not let me translate to google!”
For a moment Khaira lowered her gaze, and returned to look at Kevin.
\*“Wes rono gari translated neng google, at most google jabanbe (I do not understand!)” this time Khaira's voice was deliberately firmer, and was frankly staring at Kevin.
\*\[*Translate; already there just translated on google, at most google answer it. (I don't understand*!)
Kevin shook his hand.
“Udahlah, let's just say I'm not denger lo ngoceh whatan! Strange base!” telak Kevin, reluctant to give a response about Khaira grunts that he could not understand.
Hearing all the answers Kevin nyolot, making Khaira reluctant to show his sympathy, “Three days where aja?” tanyanya.
Kevin looked at Khaira, but could not answer Khaira's question. Because Khaira has returned to speaking.
Before Kevin answered, Khaira re-connect his words that are not yet finished, “Mau become a boxer, or wander anywhere you want it may be possible, no one will ban you Kevin,”
Khaira paused her speech, then took a deep breath holding back the emotions mingled with her turbulent anger.
“You don't remember I'm in your house yeah it's up to you, but please don't lock me in from the outside. Three days I feel like I'm living in prison. Even prison is better than your gloomy home!” he could no longer feel sorry. Khaira wants Kevin to see the mistake that Kevin has done either intentionally or unintentionally.
Kevin caught a burning anger inside Khaira who was just standing in front of a small bedside table and still wearing face. He slightly tilted his head, “Indeed you were in jail?”
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