HITCHAK LOVE HEAD OF MOTORCYCLE GANG

CHAPTER 4

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Syifa decided to go to bed. After locking all the windows and doors.  From ba’da isya, she waited for her husband, but never returned home.

“Hemm, surely Mas Zidan does not come home again, mending me to sleep,” muttered Syifa.

Just drowning herself in the blanket, Syifa heard a noisy motorbike entering the front yard of the house.

‘Who's coming, rame amat?’ inner Syifa, while revealing the blanket that covered her body. Then shuffled from the top of the bed. Wear the hijab and then make sure who comes.

“Woy! Open door!” screech Zidan from the outside, banging on the door.

“Yes, briefly, patiently,” Syifa said, running in a hurry to get closer to the door, then open it.

Syifa was stunned after opening the white door, and found her husband coming with almost all of her gang members.

Netra Syifa also monitors all the men who stand on the terrace almost all her appearance typical blur appearance street children, tattoos, polish, piercings, torn pants. Syifa's hand was still holding the door knob.

“This is your bini, Boss? Makep too,” chirps one of Zidan's men.

“Cakep what. Cupu gini looks,” says Zidan.

“A-what is this, Mas? Why are there so many gini?  And why on bring ...”

“Have said, don't call the cave ‘mas' still only!” sidelines Zidan with a nyolot tone.

“Ck, beware, move aside!” sentak Zidan then while pushing Syifa's body. Syifa almost fell to the side of the door.

“Come, please come in, gaes!” tell Zidan to all his friends.

“Okay, Boss!” some of its members are almost compact.

“Ayo-ayo, think of it as your own home, yes,” Zidan added. A moment later Zidan threw his body onto the sofa located in the living room. Even with his gang friends. Some were sitting on the terrace, and some were sitting in the living room. So that the atmosphere of the originally quiet house is now like a night market. Noisy.

Syifa was still stunned by the side of the living room door. Baffled. He felt uncomfortable because in the house only a woman alone.

“Heh, you why be a statue there?” Syifa was aghast by Zidan's jolt. “Sono to the kitchen make us food cake or what cake. Keep one more empty glass here!” Zidan.

“Eum, ge-glass empty?” syifa said to make sure.

“Iya! Lu budeg ya?” answer Zidan ketus.

“Bu-make what?” syifa did not understand.

“What are you doing? Yeah, make a drink. Pe’a!” snapped Zidan. Then two of Zidan's men took out several bottles of alcoholic beverages from a papper bag.

“What you! Katrok see drink kek gini aja see satan, lu!” tease Zidan. While his gang members chuckled amusedly at Syifa expression.

Syifa shook her head, her eyes began to glaze over. “Mas, everyone, I beg you not to make this house for worship! Don't drink liquor here!” syifa said, and was only responded with harshness by Zidan and his men.

“Mas Zidan, please don't drink that kayak in our house. Our homes will be kept away from blessings. Don't drink, alcoholic beverages again!” syifa said in a raucous tone withstanding the cry.

“Argh! Many bacots you! Sono grab a glass!” jakak Zidan, while throwing the former bottle container papper bag towards Syifa is located. Greeted laughter by Zidan's men.

“Ma’af, Mas, I do not want to participate in this activity. So, I don't want to take a glass,” firmly Syifa.

Zidan also had his emotions ignited. Once he struck he immediately stood up and stepped furiously towards Syifa.  Then immediately pulled Syifa's arm violently and dragged his wife into the kitchen.

Zidan paid no heed to his wife's agonizing moans. After reaching the kitchen, Syifa was immediately pushed roughly. “Now prepare glass for cave and cave friends!” tell Zidan, force. Syifa shook her head unwillingly while occasionally wiping her tears that fell apart.

“Mas, do not drink alcoholic beverages. Besides haram is not good for health, Mas! Let alone drink it here, in our home. Na’udzubillah, Mas.” Again, Syifa tried to advise.

“Cave area. It's a house, a cave house. Don't forget you're just living here. So, don't be so gnarly, lu!” snapped at Zidan, pointing roughly at Syifa.

“Udah, move aside lu!” snapped at Zidan, sliding Syifa's body roughly. So Syifa's body crashed into the refrigerator located on her left side. Again, Syifa groaned in pain and then took a bite.

“Kalok you don't want to takein. Cave can take ndiri!” sulk Zidan, while taking a glass with a huff.

Prahaang!

“Subhanallah!” cry Syifa, as a glass fell and broke right next to her feet. Even some of his shard shards hit Syifa's feet. Zidan did not care, after taking a glass, he immediately went to where his friends were.

While Syifa cleaned broken glasses in the kitchen while shedding tears.

Zidan and his friends downed the booze in the living room, some in the living room and some on the terrace.

After cleaning the broken glass in the kitchen, Syifa rushed to lock herself in the room. His body trembled in fear. Tears kept dripping from her beautiful eyes.

While in the living room to the adaan began uncontrollably. Noisy by the sound of music played with a loud volume is also the sound of babbling typical of drunk people.

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