Getting Married Due to a Trap

Mom's visit

Keep ringing song performed by a man named Damar for his wife named Wulan.

My half? It's a very romantic song. Huhh... Khaira let out a long sigh, after cleansing herself she laid her body on the bed.

"Beautiful Sunday night, why did I feel what the general public did for young couples on Sunday night? Where have I been all this time? Why did I close myself? Was it because of the trauma of my parents' marriage? Why do I keep thinking short?"

Khaira joked about the new Sunday night she felt and her youth that had been wasted due to the reason of the truama about marriage and fortifying themselves so as not to be tempted by love and courtship.

He shifted his position to lie on his stomach, and raised his chin using both palms while his fingers were tapping his cheeks.

"Ahh but it's also good for my trauma, I'm not involved in a relationship called courtship? Because of the general view, not a few courtship relationships can mislead people themselves, especially for a woman, if she is at the age of continuing to get pregnant, the party of her man avoids that she does not impregnate her boyfriend, especially for a woman, keep on what's going on....?"

He turned back to look at the white ceiling of the room, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Khaira shook her head.

Huhh....

"It is very difficult to accept the fact that if pregnant outside marriage, especially for women can be a crown and can be a major disaster for his family, nauzubillahi minzdalik.."

Khaira was silent, silent and empty. Such were his nights, no friends, no one to talk to. Khaira always said it herself and answered her own questions.

Crazy one?

Nah! In fact, research says talking to yourself can be better. And that's what Khaira did. When no one can hear it or hear it.

Say to yourself, maybe the solution. But is there anything he regrets tonight? Khaira was thinking, what felt there was less.

Kevin's? Huhhhhhhhhhhh... Khaira took a deep breath back and exhaled slowly. Why for tonight, just tonight. He wants Kevin at home. Not one room though.

But Khaira wants someone to accompany this pleasure, a sense of pleasure for what reason? Was it nice to be able to feel how wonderful his first weekly night was? Or was his first weekly night with him?

Khaira looked at the genealogy of her heart, but there was a feeling that still continued to fortify the heart. It was as if the word fear of farewell came back.

"I think I should let go of my negative thoughts towards Mas Kevin."

In prayer Khaira began to close his eyes, the next second plunged into a dream. But suddenly....

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The sound of knocking on the door made Khaira immediately open her eyes, who was it? Is that the terror again? Astaghfirullah hal'azdim could not the terrorist feel deterred.

"I have to ask Mas Kevin to put up a cctv, let me know who exactly is the one who's been nosy terrorizing."

Khaira dared herself to walk out of the room. Continuous knocking of the door was heard. Khaira rounded her eyes looking at the whitewashed door.

"Who?"

There was no answer from outside, but the knock on the door was still heard.

"Who? Don't you scare me?"

The knocking of the door stopped, Khaira continued to stare at the main door of the house. This time he did not want to risk opening the door, like a week ago which was surprised by the presence of cardboard containing dead chickens covered in blood.

Khaira returned to her room, and immediately scattered herself onto the bed, covering her entire body with a blanket.

03:40

Kevin just came home, after parking his motorbike, he saw a small cardboard box at the door. Didn't intend to open, for fear that it was a terror. Kevin immediately put away the cardboard without seeing the contents.

After getting rid of the cardboard, Kevin opened the door and entered the house not to forget he locked the door. He walked towards the room, but not his own, but the room Khaira occupied.

Kevin sees Khaira covered in a blanket, approaches the bed and sleeps next to Khaira.

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Towards dawn, Khaira awakens but is shocked by someone sleeping next to her, "Astaghfirullah, Mas Kevin!"

When he saw the door, he forgot to lock the door last night. Luckily Kevin was no longer acting.

"Obviously, I can't afford to lock the door. Kevin always gets a chance. Not even an opportunity in narrowness though." he murmured softly

Kevin was still asleep. But the next second, there was something like piercing the recesses of his heart, Khaira felt sorry to see Kevin's face that looked very tired.

Reflexes raised his hand and rubbed the right side of Kevin's face, justifying Kevin's hair covering his forehead.

"Be careful of yourself, Kevin, if you don't care about yourself then who else will care, don't be too hard in pursuing the world that we are chasing less and less, remember your afterlife. Abah said, between the world and the afterlife must be balanced, seiman and in line." said Khaira Lirih, he saw Kevin's face, especially on the chin Kevin seemed overgrown with small hair but looks stiff, "you don't even have time to shave a bud that's starting to grow."

Khaira sighed, then she got out of bed to clean herself and after that took ablution to perform dawn prayers.

After Khaira's exit from the room, Kevin opened his eyes. He's not really asleep. A small smile was painted on his face, he rubbed the face of Khaira's former hand rubbing her face.

"He's really sweet, like Javanese sugar."

Kevin got up from his seat, he sat on the edge of the bed. The door to the room that opened with Khaira had returned from the bathroom with her clothes changed, but not wearing a hijab.

Looking at Khaira's beautiful hair, but also seeing Khaira surprised, Kevin was amazed to see Khaira who looked surprised and misbehaved.

Khaira was surprised to find Kevin had woken up and even sat on the edge of the bed. He confirmed his hair that had been shed all along, but Kevin's voice suddenly surprised him.

"Let it run, you look beautiful. Pretty even. No, not just beautiful but lo it's sweet like Javanese sugar" said Kevin, he stared intensely at Khaira.

Khaira is getting more and more misbehaved, hearing Kevin's compliments, even Khaira as if she's not walking on the floor, "Ehemm... What the hell is Kevin do not be sweet dad!" hardiknya commemorate Kevin.

"Gue never lies if again want to praise people, and I never lie just to make others happy, I am what I am, if I say beautiful yes beautiful, and I never lie just to make others happy, but I don't like to insult other ugly people" Kevin replied, he then moved from his seat to approach Khaira, Kaira, but he stopped walking when he heard a long whistle sounded by Khaira who was still standing in the doorway of the room.

Priiiittt!!!

Kevin was bothered to hear a long whistle sounded by Khaira, "What the hell is that noisy parking attendant cake?"

"Yuk praying?" Khaira.

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