Getting Married Due to a Trap

Fear ane

It didn't feel like time had just passed, dusk had arrived. After completing all the affairs are fairly solid, from the workshop to the music studio. As he promised this morning, before Kevin would leave for the discotheque where he was working.

He's going to pick up Khaira. However, unlike the previous days, this time Kevin picked up Khaira is still a bit late afternoon, a tinge of orange color is still visible on the western horizon.

At first glance Kevin looked at the white clouds gathered like cotton jumps that melted into one-unity with a golden red tinge.

His days are no longer empty, no longer empty. But at the time of re-think that the presence of Khaira as a vacuum or love? Still not perfect he distinguished. Or is it possible that love will be present because it is accustomed? Or is it present as time goes on? Hemm I don't know, Kevin feels more fun now than before Khaira.

Arriving at the restaurant's parking lot, Kevin got off his bike. And walk to the restaurant. However, before entering the restaurant he saw Khaira coming out of the restaurant, seen carrying two jumbo-sized plastic bags.

Kevin was surprised, has Khaira now switched its work function as an introduction to delivery? Being curious, he then approached Khaira who looked very troubled with eyes bowing their gaze towards the two large plastic bags of red color.

"What's this?" kevin asked, looking at Khaira who seemed surprised because he had not realized his existence.

"Astaghfirullah, I'm Kevin ngagetin wae!" khaira exclaimed straight at Kevin who was already standing in front of him.

"What now, you've switched the function of the work, no longer be waiters?"

"Did you mean Kevin?" khaira asked not yet what Kevin was asking.

"Yes, are you an order handler now?" ask Kevin again.

Khaira just shook her head, "No,"

"Well, what does this much food do? This is boxed rice, right?" asked Kevin again, still in a feeling of wonder.

"I.." said Khaira, seeing Kevin who looks confused.

"Well, don't you feel this much as you eat?" still with astonishment, Kevin who did not understand the mind of Khaira.

"Would you help me take it?" khaira said, seeing Kevin since just asked about the plastic bag he was carrying.

"Yes, you haven't answered, you bought a lot of rice boxes, like there want a celebration?” kevin asked still in wonder mode.

"I got a discount from Boss Rezki. I also asked for permission to go home early. I didn't expect Boss Rezki to be so good" Khaira said praising his benevolent Boss.

Some pinched Kevin's heart, when they heard Khaira mention the name of another man, let alone accompanied by praise.

"Oh, so because of the discount, so you buy a lot of food. I can also buy more food than this! Let you be Khaira bolo-bolo!” the word Kevin does not want to lose shows his arrogant nature.

"Hemm, arrogant, the story. I know that Kevin has a lot of money, not just handsome doang!” answer Khaira.

"Newly realized, if I'm handsome?" proud of Kevin for himself.

Khaira shuddered his shoulders hearing his arrogant Kevin coming out.

"Mas Kevin has prayed?” khaira asked.

"Udah, in the mosque near here," Kevin replied, lately, Khaira remembers him for prayer. He took the plastic bag Khaira was holding.

"Alhamdulillah,” reply Khaira. Then walk to the parking lot, where Kevin parked his bike.

"Keep Kevin's eating?" ask Khaira again, walking.

"Now, too," replied Kevin and followed Khaira who went ahead of him, "what do you keep this rice box for?" Kevin asked again, having not received an answer from Khaira.

"Later too Kevin will know, let's go now" replied Khaira.

"All right, all right." As was the case this morning, Kevin painstakingly fitted the helmet, and did not forget to hook the helmet strap to be safe.

Now, Khaira has been hugging a jumbo-sized plastic bag next to her thigh.

Kevin still did not understand where all the boxes, brought by his wife. Not long after, he finally understood. After Khaira asked him to stop the speed of his motorbike, in front of a (sorry) beggar.

"Stop Mas Kevin." said Khaira so Kevin stop the speed of the bike.

Khaira got down from the piggy bank and gave a box of rice catering from Rezki's restaurant to the beggars and vagabonds she often met when she left and went home to work. He was very sad to see (sorry) beggars and homeless people in the streets. Some look old, there are also women who hold their children to seek mercy from people passing by, and not a few children who busk in the streets.

With Kevin's help, all the boxes of rice have been dispensed to beggars, a hapless motorcycle taxi driver and a busker and a few homeless people who have met.

~~

Now that he finished distributing rice boxes, Haira sat in the front seat of the supermarket with a blue yellow logo while calling Abah. He was waiting for Kevin to shop in the supermarket.

Inside the supermarket, Kevin keeps looking outside the supermarket. He saw Khaira who was sitting while calling someone.

Admiring? Perhaps that one word is the benchmark in the heart. That there is positive energy Khaira has in her life. Kevin smiled slightly at Khaira, his wife whom he had married by force. But the word must it be?

After picking out a few bottled drinks, Kevin pays at the cashier's desk and gets out of the supermarket, he observed Khaira who was calling Asep on the phone but before long Khaira realized his whereabouts and ended the conversation on the phone.

"Ehem.." Dehem Kevin, something's stirring his heart. I don't know what, but it feels so painful. He sat down opposite Khaira.

"What was Asep?"

Khaira nodded briefly.

Kevin mangosteen, and put a plastic bag containing bottled bottles.

"Drink, I think after talking on the phone makes you sore throat," said Kevin stared at Khaira for a second then threw his gaze staring at the streets.

Khaira looked at Kevin's gloomy face. Possibly jealousy? "So Asep just asked me how I was, that's all."

Still staring at the vehicle, Kevin confirmed his jaw. Equalizing with a long sigh, "Why don't you say you want to share food? I can participate,"

Khaira looked at some bottled drinks, and saw Kevin's disinclined face, "I've made a vow after getting my first paycheck. I'll share a meal even if a little. 50 rice boxes have been at the same discount Boss Rezki. At first I was reluctant to tell Boss Rezki of my vowing intentions. But Boss Rezki was suspicious and forced me to be honest, so Boss Rezki added another 50 boxes of rice to share, a total of all 100 boxes of rice."

Hearing Khaira's story, Kevin shifted his attention. This time he stared intensely at Khaira, "Next time include me too, don't hesitate,"

"With pleasure." Khaira replied happily, "Then where was our first weekly night?" ask her about Kevin's plan to take her on a weekly night.

"Wantsyou?" ask Kevin according to Khaira's wishes.

Khaira shuddered her shoulders, "Either, I don't know the ins and outs of this city?"

Kevin got up from his seat, "Alright, come with me."

"Where?" Khaira enthusiastic.

"Somewhere is exciting." replied Kevin, holding Khaira's hand.

"Wait a minute!" before leaving, Khaira cleaned up the bottled drink that Kevin had bought, then brought it along with a plastic bag.

~~

Ten minutes have passed, now Kevin invites Khaira to visit a live music show in one of the city centers.

Sitting opposite Khaira, enjoying the atmosphere of a fairly crowded night and live music presented by the singer on a stage that is only knee-deep.

"Who here wants to sing?" ask an MC to the visitors.

A man raised his hand and walked onto the stage.

An MC asked the man who had been standing next to him, "What's his name Mas?"

"Damar, my name is Damar Mangkulangit" Damar replied.

"Wow sounds like a really great name, my name is Rara, Mas Damar" exclaimed the MC named Rara, then gave the mic to a man named Damar, "Mas Damar wants a song what?"

"My half," replied Damar.

"My half was popularized by the band Nano. A very good song selection to dedicate to someone we love, if Rara knows. Who is Mas Damar for?" ask MC.

"For my dear wife, Nawang Wulan. Thank you for wanting to be my wife, and complete my life, now you are my half" Damar said, pointing to a pregnant woman sitting in a row of visitor seats.

Wulan blushed in embarrassment.

"Well, wow. can be just as perfect as Mas Damar, Mbak Wulan looks shy" said MC Rara.

Four songbirds began to play music.

Damar came down from the stage, walked up to his wife and kissed Wulan's forehead without any discomfort to the visitors present, he then went to live in front of Wulan, the woman he married one year ago, "A smile on my face. When I remember you. Your laugh, your pot, makes me miss. Can't wait to meet. A soft voice greeted me. Soft, as soft as your heart. Absolutely, as sincere as love for me. I'm lucky I'm. My life without you. It will never be fully filled. Because you're my half. Sharing the joy of grief. Fill and perfect each other. Because you're my half..."

It was felt that Wulan was feeling, she did not expect a year to be Damar's wife. Just this time her husband sang a song for her in front of a crowd. His intention to come to the metropolitan city accompanied Damar to do business and meet his extended family, most of whom are in this city.

Not only the woman named Wulan, Khaira was also amazed to see a husband singing a very romantic song for his wife, "God is romantic.." he unconsciously grasped Kevin's hand.

Seeing Khaira's hand holding his hand, Kevin replied by holding Khaira's hand.

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