Getting Married Due to a Trap

mrs bryan 2

Terror that often occurs lately makes Khaira restless, even making him unable to fall asleep.

Counted in the last three weeks. Many times every two days of the week Khaira wakes up and hears a knock on the door.

He even once got a cardboard terror containing a dead cat covered in blood. Not only that, there are also swear words intended not for the owner of the house, but for Khaira.

But at the time Khaira asked Kevin to remain at home in observing the situation and conditions and in digging up information on who had committed acts of terror.

At the moment Kevin was on guard, the sound of knocking on the door did not come from someone who had terrorized Khaira several times.

But only two housing complex security guards who confronted the residents of the housing complex with a new person in Kevin's house.

For three whole nights, Kevin was on stand by at home. Khaira felt safe, as terror was no longer heard.

Very hot skin. In the afternoon, Khaira felt her body feel lunglai. His head was heavy, due to lack of sleep. Making his view somewhat dappled plus exposed to the sunlight of the day that looks arid.

While taking out the trash, and imagining who the intruder was. Khaira was surprised by the voice of a woman.

"Excuse me Ma'am."

Khaira looked back, she saw a beautiful woman who was young, visible from the clothes worn by young women who greeted her was an upper class woman.

"Dad." answered Khaira.

The young woman stretched out her hand before a black hooded woman in front of her, "My name is Clara" she said.

Staring at the clean white hands and nails that wear a red polish in front of him, Khaira scrunched her forehead in wonder.

But in a state of confusion, Khaira still shakes the hand of a young woman who mentions herself as Clara.

"I'm Khaira" he answered. Khaira withdrew her hand that had shaken the hand of a young woman named Clara, speculation surfaced in her mind.

"Can I help you?" khaira asked the young foreign woman before her.

As soon as possible Clara launched the action, "I am from an insurance company, and all the employees at Pak Rezki's restaurant have introduced themselves to me, except for Ms. Khaira,"

The insurance? Khaira had heard of insurance. But he did not understand what the young woman in front of him meant.

"What do you mean, ma'am? I don't really understand?" tanya while scratching her temple that does not itch.

"I will explain, but before that I may not ask for Ma'am Khaira's phone number, for further confirmation of health insurance during Mbak Khaira's work at Pak Rezki's restaurant," clara explained to her target.

Mobile number? What's the matter? Why does she feel bad. Before being able to give an answer to a foreign woman named Clara, Khaira is called by her co-worker.

"By!" it was Vita who called out to Khaira.

Seen by Khaira his coworker was waving to give a code to get him back to work, "Yes." said Khaira, then looked back at the young woman in front of him, "sorry, just next time. I have to get back to work."

Khaira breezed away from Clara, he also did not know what health insurance meant.

Seeing that Khaira was leaving from before him, Clara was quite upset. He hit his feet in the restaurant's courtyard.

"Damn!" he's holding back emotions, "gue's gonna make you fuck Kevin!" he said annoyed, continued to look at restaurants that are currently quite crowded.

In recent days, it has always failed, while it will launch its action in terrorizing Khaira. Kevin was always at home.

Clara thought of another way, to get Khaira to get away from Kevin's life.

~~

"Who did you meet this afternoon, Ra?" ask Khaira Vita after work.

"Insurance?" mita exclaimed, after putting her work shirt uniform in the closet, she approached her cousin.

Khaira nodded, then closed the locker, "Yes insurance, he said all the employees here are already insured for health?"

"Yes, but it seems the officer was not fashionable like this afternoon," said Vita, when looking at the young fashionable woman who was dealing with Khaira this afternoon.

"really?" answer Khaira.

"Maybe it's someone new, Vit." this time Silla joined in.

Vita shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently, "Well it could be."

~~

After performing the magrib prayer, Khaira was sitting daydreaming about the life she was living now. If it is counted, it is almost a month. And a very different life when he was in the village.

In his village there are still many rice fields, and plantations.

Still Khaira heard the sound of frogs after the rain, still he heard the sound of crickets after the rice harvest.

Khaira was looking at the rain spots at night, he was not alone in front of the restaurant directly facing the highway.

The rain is pouring down on the metropolis today. Make some employees undo their intention to go home.

Khaira felt that day after day just passed by. Time is fast for the happy. It feels slow for the tortured. It feels crowded for those who wait. It feels long for those who wait.

And like coffee, any wisdom of life must have its bitterness. That's the way that inevitably, like not like it must be passed, and often erratic, sometimes sad sometimes happy. Often compared to the lives of others. Comparison is the destroyer of happiness.

That trouble is like murky water, be patient do not stir it, for soon it will become clear.

To be what they are, not to be humble even though they do not have and not to be ashamed of their shortcomings, because people who appreciate what they have are better than people who force themselves to a compliment.

Khaira is still staring at the road that looks slippery because the rain continues to pour. It has begun to subside, but the drizzle still hit.

Restaurants on weekends are closed late in the afternoon, around 18:30 wib. And all the employees who are some of the women are very happy to welcome tonight this week. Anybody have a schedule for where? Some just want to rest first. And there are still some more who will spend the night somewhere weekend?

Around the restaurant where Khaira works many office buildings, maybe this is what makes the restaurant quite crowded during lunchtime, not just a pretty comfortable place, he said, but also the price is not too expensive.

Most of what is served is typical Padang cuisine that is served differently from the dish at the Padang restaurant. Because the owner of the restaurant is a Padang person who has long been living in the capital.

Rain that flushed from 16:45 wib. It started at 19:15 wib. Khaira and her co-workers fell at the restaurant after nearly two hours. And now one by one have started to leave the restaurant.

And so did Khaira and Mita.

“Ra, weekly night yuk?” said Mita who had a plan from noon.

Khaira looked at her cousin uninspired, wanting to go straight home and sleep. Because the intruder disturbed his sleep.

Mita poked her arm around Khaira's arm, "Come on Ra, I'm sure you'll be very cool,"

"Emang yes?" answer Khaira lazily.

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