His wife, Mr Guru ?
Call me love
Paper bag is purple pastel, with ribbons and pretty flowers being simple wedding hampers of Shania and Arka. Not much.only 20 pieces, two cups of mugs and one beautiful bowl, two jars of cake.Sagu cheese and almond cookies, also candied pineapple in a neatly wrapped jar, beautiful and elegant in it, it says.
The wedding
Arkala ❤ Shania
Already slid first, sent by Arka through her friend the travel owner. Arka often did this, if he and his mother could not go home.
"Bun, mas Kala nanyain.so how many ?" ask Shania via phone.
"Go on, itung itung itung during the mother, the first time you married the cost was borne by the Ark of all !"
"But Kala sent money to Sha's account, ma'am !"
"What do you save, said the parents of Sunda tuh pamali if the parents of a girl are not married to her daughter !" that's how mom, modern people but still always believe taboo said the parents first.
"Mas, at home bi Atun himself dong ?!" Shania picked out the clothes to put in the suitcase.
"Bi Atun, I give you a leave of absence for as long as we go, let the house be guarded by the same Slamet pack Hari,"
"Oh," Shania nodded in understanding.
"Tomorrow we leave early, afraid of traffic jams, because the train departure schedule at 8 am,"
"Yes, "
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Shania's ready, "want to have breakfast ? here's Shania's food in the lunchbox for lunch, huh ?!" Shania put jam bread, cakes and fruits.
"Yes, don't do much. We'll buy it when the train stops at the station."
All was ready, only one suitcase of clothes, and a million people's green cloth bag inscribed with go green, containing food and drinks for provisions while on the train. Arka unplugs the gas regulator, turns off the entire light switch, and unplugs the cable from the terminal, minimizing unwanted things.
After leaving home on a pack of Slamets and a pack of Hari, tucking in just for coffee money on both, an online taxi finally came.
"Thank you sir, be careful in the way master, neng Sha ! don't worry about the house and its contents, " said Mr. Slamet smiling clumsyly folding a white envelope, and put it in his pants pocket.
"Yes sir, leave the house.Fear no one is fat !" kekeh Shania's.
"Sir, we go first" said Arka, one hand dragging the suitcase and one hand embracing Shania's shoulder.
The suitcase is put in the trunk, while Shania enters the car followed by Arka.
"Mas, "Arka turned to look at Shania who looked riled up.
"Why ? is something left behind ? or are you drunk land ?"
"Ck, ihh.not !!" the Decak hit Arka's arm, this is her Shania.
"Keep what, "
"What about the Kala ga nerima mas family ?" shania asked, at least from most novels or soap opera lists of mother spectacle that is peppered to the bullshittan until the mother always nagging her own in front of the tv, so that the mother always nagged, most of the male family did not accept even expelling the female lead, oh no !! this is not the era of Bidadari soap operas.
"The mas family is not a victim of soap operas, it is precisely the mas who are worried you can not accept a family mas that is just a crumb of cake, " replied Arka chuckling, rubbing the cheeks as soft as silk belongs to Shania.
"You can make a jar full, mas !" shania Cibir.
Because it was still early in the morning, the streets were not too crowded, until they reached Gambir station quickly.
Arka buys tickets at the counter, both ride on KA Argo Bromo Orchid (2) Gambir - Surabaya, Pasarturi.
"It's been a long trip, huh ?" shania asked, sitting in the waiting room.
"Lumayan. About 9 hours less,"
"Take the silver lining, we can chat and sit together for 9 hours !" the answer is, always take the positive side of all events.
The sound of train wheels vibrating until echoed along the hallway, the passengers departing Gambir - Pasarturi into the car according to their respective classes.
Arka puts the suitcase in the trunk over the seat, while Shania sits right next to the window. Just waiting for about 20 minutes the train has started to go.
High speed does not make passengers to slam like when riding public transportation or kopaja. Shania instead sits comfortably, accompanied by sunlight that still feels warm because she goes when the air is still very piercing the skin. Only Shania realized since the online taxi, Arka never let go of embracing her shoulder, so she could comfortably lean her head on a sandarable chest. Why creating rewards can be as beautiful as this felt, why halal can be as comfortable as this feels ? the answer is because in the ridhoi of Allah.
The scent of woody and lemon reminds of the first fragrance that Shania smelled from the figure of Arka, making her intoxicated. Is this the first gasp he feels.
"You want to go to bed, just sleep." he said making Shania look up.
"Yes, "he answered.
"This time will not be traced again using a ruler right ?" shania asked with a crisp laugh, Arka smiled.
"Engga, "he answered gently rubbing Shania's shoulder, not knowing the shame of this girl even more grinning her head on the chest of the Arka field. Let the person say what, he will close his ears, which he obviously does not want to lose this moment.
Feeling her eyes are heavy, Arka leaned her head on the chair and closed her eyes. Perhaps even, it could be said if he began to thirst for the embrace of his mischievous wife.
The train did not disturb either. Until it was not realized the train had passed through Jatinegara, Manggarai and Karawang stations.
Arka squirms, feeling if his right shoulder is numb can not move. He peered at the base of his nose as the sun several times pierced through the glass right towards his eyes. Her smile was broken to see that Shania was still comfortable leaning on him.
Call me love....
When you need a backrest I hope only I can make you comfortable, only me..
Apparently the train has left the border daop I Cikampek and entered daop II Cirebon region.
Shania started writhing like a caterpillar, her eyes slightly reddened, probably due to her deep sleep. Shania straightened her head and sat down, leaving a wrinkle mark on the Arka T-shirt. The man reached into the green bag and grabbed the tumbler filled with white water, thrusting it at Shania.
"Drink first, "Shania accepts it.
"But the mas, "he gave another tumbler to the Ark, instead of storing the Ark instead of drinking from the former mouth of Shania. The man puts Shania first, and numbers her. Small and trivial things indeed, but this is the sweet Arka.
"Would you eat the food ?" ask Arka, like a father who is taking care of his daughter.
"By the mas, "
"You want what ? bread, cake, snack chips, or fruit ?" he lifted the green bag.
Shania picked up a box of fruit that she had previously peeled and cut.
Arka kept the bag under her feet.
"Krekkk !" Shania opens the box cover, picks up pieces of fruit.
"Ga good husband eat wife's provisions, said mother ustadznya mother." her hand outstretched thrust a piece of apple in front of the mouth Arka.
"So said ma'am ustadz ? " Shania nodded.
Arka ate an apple just now from Shania's hand.
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* pamali: taboo / prohibition of ancient parents.
* daop: operation area
