Getting Married Due to a Trap

Abi's cry.

Seeing Khaira silent makes Mita shake the head of her cousin, "Eh Ra! I talked at length. Don't tell me you're not horrifying what I am?"

Khaira diverted her attention, she looked at Mita while rubbing her head that Mita had pulled out loud enough, Khaira snorted, "Yes, yes I'm with Mita, I heard all your lines from A to Z, I heard all the words, I'm gonna beat up all Mita,"

"If you're hearing why do you diem bae, like a goat conge?" hardik Mita was upset.

"Lha keep me should what Mita? You didn't even give me a chance to talk, you were too eager to express your opinion about me, if I don't always generalize everyone like Mom. That I can't equate my life like Abah, is that what you're saying?" obviously Khaira gave a response on the advice at length.

Mita was a little satisfied, "It turns out that a month living in the city does not make your brain grow."

"If it's in cas" Khaira replied spontaneously.

"Eh how about the same event lo kamerin afternoon, smoothly? No one's scrambling to make a rice box that you share, right?"

Khaira nodded briefly,

"Alhamdulillah smoothly, right I was also helped by Mas Kevin, and no one is a usurper," said Khaira sumringah.

"Thank God," Mita replied with pleasure.

"Eh but you know not Mit, it turns out the people I share the rice box, also know Mas Kevin lo, one of them whispered and said to me, if Mas Kevin is a good person" Khaira said remembering when distributing boxed rice.

Mita Antuas, "Oh yes, what did Kevin do? Why did they know Kevin?"

Khaira shook her head, "I don't know, a Mother who whispered to me just said that,"

"Well, you heard yourself that Kevin is good, why bother to move?" mita asked in amazement at the attitude of Khaira who insisted on moving.

“If you let me stay at your boarding house, it's much better Mit. But unfortunately the residents there must have asked this and that. And I'm males asked this and that. Moreover a mistake that is not my fault,”

Mita mangosteen, he saw that indeed Khaira's determination was round. Or indeed his cousin was reluctant to connect with Kevin.

Although Khaira rarely tells about Kevin, but somehow Mita assumes from her point of view Kevin is good enough with the man to drive and pick up Khaira.

But once again, Mita asserts in her. That he doesn't want to interfere too deeply with Kevin and Khaira's relationship. He thinks Khaira must know what's best for him.

Looked at the watch, the break hour is over. It was time for her to return to work to take turns with her other co-workers. Khaira patted Mita on the back, “Udah time to get back to work Mit,” he said.

Mita nodded, then followed Khaira to her feet. He embraces his cousin's shoulder, “Yuk.”

The two girls who are different ages this year also return to their respective activities and duties.

~~

At night at 21;15 wib, it's time for all employees to go home. And Khaira too. But not with Mita, because her cousin had asked permission to go home early because of interests.

"Dah Khaira, dah Vita, dah Susi, I go home first yah" said Silla waved to her co-workers after doi picked her up.

"Dad, hug dong hug!" heboh Vita and Susi reply to Silla with excitement and teasing for Silla to hug doi.

Khaira replied to Silla's wishes with just a wave of her hand.

Khaira then goes hand in hand with Vita and Susi. There must have been a chat that accompanied the trip of the three from the restaurant court to the stop.

But Khaira tends to be quiet. Because he has no taste if only just discussing about handsome men and bustle.

If she can boast about good looks, her husband is also very handsome. But Khaira prefers not to do that, because he is just a formality.

"Ra, aren't you going home?" ask Susi.

"No, I'm waiting for an invitation" replied Khaira.

"If so, we go home first Ra" said Vita waving at Khaira.

Khaira waves a fleeting hand to avenge Vita and Susi, she ends up only alone from her troupe of co-workers. And there were only two other people who seemed to be waiting for the transport as well.

But after a long time, Khaira waited. There was a young man who looked like a short-sleeved delinquent looking tattooed all over his arms.

The appearance that looks blurred supported by worn short jeans is also filled with tears in the knee.

At the beginning Khaira did not budge, after all it is not good to look at someone just from appearance.

But over time he shuddered in horror, while two people who were also waiting at the stop had left when the intended public transport came.

Now, there's only Khaira and a delinquent. Khaira tried to be relaxed and relaxed, as if she did not see the young delinquent.

But his relaxed attitude did not last long. When it was time for the delinquent to get the opportunity, because the stop was in a state of desolation, the delinquent, began to squeeze and was about to take a bag sling Khaira.

"Copeet..!” khaira shouted, as loud as possible, a shouting voice mingled with the noise of horns and vehicles crowding the streets of the Capital City.

"Lo, more dear life lo, or bag lo?” said the young man with a voice like an order and pulled out a folding knife from his pocket.

Khaira shook her head, as strongly as possible she wanted to keep her sling bag.

"No way I'll give it up, I love my bag and my life!” sergeant Khaira, refusing to give up.

"Cepet serahin, or you want this knife to scratch on your face" said the ruthless delinquent.

"I will not give it up! If you want money, you have to work" said Khaira nervously, with fear, looking at the folding knife held by a delinquent.

"Alah, lots of bacot lo" suddenly a delinquent swung a knife at his target.

Khaira widened her eyes, she took out her silat style. He swung his legs up and in time, his kick dispelled the knife held by the delinquent. A knife slammed into the street.

"Bad!" the fierce delinquent stared at the girl against.

The fight is inevitable. As much as possible Khaira fight, although the power of reliability greatly exceeds his speed.

Khaira fell into the street due to a kick that was swung by a delinquent right into his stomach.

"Arrhhh." Erang Khaira withstood the pain in her stomach as well as her buttocks that hit the hard sidewalk.

The delinquent smiled faintly at the sight of his victim having fallen. He came back to his victims to take a sling bag.

Khaira was dumbfounded at the moment she was about to move, the delinquent approached her. As much as Khaira could keep her bag, she held it firmly, "Never dare to take my stuff !" firmly Khaira commemorates the delinquent.

"It turns out you love your bag more, than your life?" yells fierce delinquent.

But the voice of a man surprises Khaira as well as the delinquent.

"Khaira!" a man came from the left side of the bus stop.

Seriate