Getting Married Due to a Trap

A fucked up morning.

Thirty-five minutes, with high speed it did not take long to buy time. Kevin and Khaira have arrived in front of a modern minimalist restaurant building, with a wide glass exterior that looks aesthetic from the outside.

On the right and left side there are catapult trees that are quite lush with a small garden. It can be for greening and for cooling in the bustle of the capital city that is crowded will build tall buildings towering.

Khaira thought, the restaurant where Mita works looks quite classy with flanked office buildings. But Mita said that the price menu at restaurants bearing the name Padang Bulan is quite affordable for standard-paying employees and employees.

Because the menu served is a typical food Padang served modern concept.

Khaira saw in front of the restaurant there was Mita who was standing and chatting with one of the women his age with his cousin.

Mita and a black-hijabed friend named Raisa also looked at the motorbike that stopped not far from the two.

“Mit!” call Khaira, then approach her cousin.

“Ya already Mit, I entered first.” said Raisa, then walked to the side of the restaurant that has two catapult trees as a restaurant garden cooler. As well as the hot air of sunlight.

Mita saw Khaira and at a glance she saw Kevin who was still sitting on the motorbike, “Hadeuh, newlyweds, newlyweds, sitting on a pelamine. Buset dah, I even nyayi song head tuyul, hehe.”

"I'm sorry Mit, I'm a little late,” said Khaira immediately took Mita's hand, he saw Mita's face that seemed to be upset.

"Little what? Wong lo was half an hour late, Neneng!” protest Mita, then close her lips to Khaira's ear covered in hijab, then whisper, “Lo three days out ganco lo ya, so on the phone hard for mercy, especially now you are late?”

His suspicions are not without reason, because three days Mita difficult to contact Khaira.

His forehead shriveled, Khaira rounded her eyes looking at Mita, she took a step back away from her cousin, she did not understand what Mita was really saying, “What do you mean Mita? Ga-ganco what? My Kouta is up, and I can't call you,”

Mita does not easily believe it, she flicked her hand, “Choose, reason! Tell me if you don't want to be disturbed, right?”

Kevin was curious about what Khaira and the shoulder-haired girl were talking about in the blow, “What are you talking about? Why whispers?”

Mita and Khaira are shocked by Kevin's sudden approaching presence.

Mita looked at the man who became the impromptu husband of her cousin, she shook her head, “So, why do you want to?!”

Kevin just remembered, the shoulder-haired girl who stood next to Khaira is Mita cousin of his impromptu wife, he then stretched his hand in front of Mita, “Halo! We haven't met well yesterday!” he said with a cold voice.

At first glance Mita is fascinated by the good looks Kevin has on his face, but why look at Kevin's face carefully this morning. He felt familiar with the face of the man who was extending his hand before him. Mita shook Kevin's hand.

“Gue Mita,” reply Mita at a glance shaking Kevin's hand.

“Lo my cousin bini right?” kevin said embracing Khaira's shoulders without feeling uncomfortable and called Khaira as bini. If it means wife.

Mita and Khaira throw glances at each other.

Khaira was about to lower the hand of Kevin who was embracing his shoulder, but Kevin tightened his embrace even more.

“This is what Mas Kevin, Ih!” gertak Khaira tried to release Kevin's embrace.

“Why should be ashamed dear,” reply Kevin even poking Khaira's chin.

Khaira wags the hand of Kevin who pokes his chin, “Asaan anyway, alas, sobermu!”

Forcibly Khaira released Kevin's arm that was embracing his shoulder. But again Kevin embraces and this time embraces his waist, making Khaira more arrogant also uncomfortable to get eyes from Mita.

Mita sees Khaira and Kevin in turn. And suppose that Khaira seems to have known Kevin for a long time, from the way Kevin who seemed to have no trouble embracing Khaira's shoulders as well as the way Kevin spoke that sounded familiar.

“By-times round!” chirped Kevin, then rolled his eyes at Khaira.

Khaira blinked her eyes at Kevin, “Ronde what the hell? Wedang ronde. Aren't we drinking that?”

No fatigue Khaira in breaking away from the snare of Kevin's embrace, “don't drink wedang ronde, wong me in brackets inside the house!” I looked up at Kevin.

Mita widened her eyes to hear Khaira's confession, to the point that Kevin had caged his cousin.

“Sort of aja Khaira is late, it is unimaginable if the marriage that you consider as a diversion of whip punishment and formality, it turns out you enjoy it as well to the point of confining my cousin!” mita stared at Kevin. “Basic pervert!” he sneered at Kevin.

Not feeling sinful, Kevin shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

“Why did you? if I am late and I have brackets, the duty of the wife is to serve her husband. Until her husband is satisfied! Kan restaurant also belom in open,” casual Kevin relaxed.

"He'eh.. I know he's bini lo now!” reply Mita voiced annoyed, he then turned to look at Khaira, “Gue also did not expect lo Ra. Lo initially refused and wanted in the whip, uh you know you also enjoy it. Delicious isn't it?”

Kaira's forehead shriveled at Mita's statement, she looked at Kevin and looked back at Mita, “You guys actually said what the hell, it was a round! Now delicious. My guy last night didn't enjoy the round, yeah I know how good it is not round! Obviously for three days I only ate instant noodles!”

“What? Eating noodles?” pekik Mita heard the confession for Khaira's confession, he shook his head in wonder. “Sadis!”

Trying hard to release the hand of Kevin who still gripped his waist, “Ish, this is what else is Kevin! His hands are so nosy!”

With so relaxed Kevin finally let go of his hand from the beginning to embrace Khaira waist, he gave a smile.

“When you treat me, don't know what, you guys yesterday already scared me!” said Mita memalak tractatan to Kevin.

Kevin also flicked his finger, “Quiet about mah small tracts, usually also you eat most pox kale!”

His eyes narrowed at Kevin, Mita seemed annoyed at the utter disgust of the man standing beside Khaira, “Enak ae lo rancid boy! What are I a duck?! Eat kale pox!”

“Rigger! Thought you were, I'm a sun dried cassava!” reply Kevin.

Mutual affirmation was inevitable, Khaira felt invited around using a rolling Coaster. "Stop, stop... You guys make me feel dizzy. Mas Kevin went home there!” hardik.

“OK I go home,” replied Kevin then reached out his hand in front of Khaira, “salim,” he glanced at his own hand and turned to look at Khaira who was like an elementary school child who was going to school.

Khaira did not immediately shake Kevin's hand outstretched before her.

Mita looks uncomfortable to see the two people in front of her, “Gue go first Ra! I see the strange look of your husband!” He turned around and walked away.

“Hey Mita!” Khaira sees the departure of her cousin. He looked back at Kevin's hand and immediately grabbed him and kissed him briefly. “Be careful on the road Mas Kevin, thanks for bringing me here.” without waiting for an answer, he immediately went from the presence of Kevin and immediately followed Mita.

Kevin looked at his hand that had just shaken hands with Khaira, then turned his gaze to look at the back of his impromptu wife who had been further away following Mita. Both corners of his lips drew a small smile, he sighed softly as he stroked his chest.

“Ah I feel like a father nganter his son work,” murmured himself. “Ralat! Why be Father?Pan my husband? Why am I talking about my status now?” Kevin shakes his shoulders. Then turn around and walk towards the parked motorbike. He slowly left the restaurant courtyard and mixed with other riders

Seriate....