HITCHAK LOVE HEAD OF MOTORCYCLE GANG

CHAPTER 7

“Not remember either?” zimar asked, smiling sweetly.

Syifa shook her head, because she did not remember who the figure who was now sitting on the porch chair.

“I Zimar, your old Junior High friend. Time forgot?” continue Zimar.

Syifa frowned trying to remember how distrustful her Junior High friend was now turned into handsome and polite. Though the school era was still famous Zimar bar-bar and super naughty. Turning 180 degrees equals his current appearance and behavior.

“Zimar, how are you doing now?” Syifa finally remembered everything.

The two of them were engaged in a heated conversation. Syifa sat in the doorway, while Zimar sat on the porch seat. They laughed when they remembered the Junior High which was full of funny memories.

The two dissolve in togetherness until they forget time, and do not realize if the rain has subsided. The conversation continues.

Until a black ninja motor enters the front yard of the house. Then get into the garage.

“That came your husband, Fa?” asked Zimar, and was taken by Syifa.

Zimar's face immediately turned a little gloomy.

A few moments later Zidan approached where Syifa and Zimar were after parking the bike.

“Wah, I think someone cheated on me,” Zidan said, without feeling guilty.

“Mas, if it comes say hello, instead of even the origin of the cake nyeplos,” Syifa said, and replied with a flick of a stupid hand by Zidan.

Zimar then stood up and reached out to greet Zidan. However, it was pushed aside by Zidan.

“Not important! Cave does not need to know the same, lo!” ketus Zidan's.

Zidan then turned his gaze towards Syifa standing up. “Crazy yes, cave does not expect oath,” said Zidan while shaking. “People of your cake can cheat too yeah, it turns out. You hypocritical cupu lo!” Zidan. Then breezed into the house leaving Syifa who was still standing in the doorway, and Zimar who was still standing on the terrace.

Zimar was astonished at Syifa's husband's rude behavior.

“Sorry, if my arrival makes everything runyam. Me ...”

“Nothing. It's just a misunderstanding. Later let me explain to my husband that he has been rather calm,” interrupted Syifa.

Zimar also said goodbye to bring a sense of discomfort that was stuck in his heart. She felt guilty for the estrangement of Syifa's relationship with her husband. Zimar did not know that Syifa and Zidan's relationship was never harmonious from the beginning.

***

After Zidan came out of his room, Syifa tried to explain who Zimar was.

“Heh, according to you, cave cares. Serah you want to do it. It's not a cave business. So, you don't need to report the cave! Disturb people again play games, lu!” jolt Zidan, after Syifa explained at length.

“Bikin bad mood aja lu!” ketus Zidan's. Then stand up, and swing his steps into the garage. Take out his black ninja bike. He then rode on his horse at great speed.

***

“Mas, you should look for a job. Or if you don't help take care of your parent's company, Mas. Not good ‘kan, if our lives are constantly financed by oeangtua, Mas. Rather than just hanging out is not clear with your gang.” Syifa very carefully tried to advise her husband.

Zidan was emotional, slammed the spoon that was originally in hand on the plate so that it causes a special sound of iron hitting the plate made of ceramics. The temprament man stopped feeding his mouth. It seems that his appetite is gone.

Gigi Zidan was furious. “Lo that's why, usually just make a cave bad mood grandiose. Huh?!” ketus Zidan while breaking the table.

Syifa was a little shocked.

“Lo it's here only live. Make it hard anyway!” inbuh Zidan's. Then stand up with rage.

“Mas, you are a little adult why the hell,” said Syifa mixed with tears.

“Elu do not need to arrange the cave, hand over the cave to how. You also want to do something!”

“Yes already, if Mas, do not may work. I'm asking permission to work,” pinta Syifa.

After nagging Zidan left Syifa who was still crying sobbing.

***

Days have changed, but there's no sign Zidan will change yet. Yang Syifa felt that the more days Zidan's attitude even more rude and outrageous.

Tired up?

Don't ask. Sometimes Syifa felt very tired and wanted to give up and just split with Zidan. However, he considered his intentions. Again she tried to give herself a chance to stay by her husband's side. Hopefully there will be a miracle to come greet the household. Although for now it looks impossible, but if he is able to be patient there will certainly be fruit that can later be picked.

***

Sometimes God sends someone into our lives with a variety of traits as a patience tester.

Here our patience level is measured by how wide.

***

Syifa began looking for work, and was eventually accepted into one of the offices. He feels bad if he continues to rely on the gifts of his in-laws.

This should have been Zidan's responsibility as a husband, but he was still unreliable. Syifa finally chose to intervene on her own. At least for the cost of his personal needs from the results of his own efforts later if he has successfully received a salary.

***

“Astaghfirullah thing’zim. Sorry,” Syifa said, while in a hurry and accidentally hit someone.

The two people who are now facing each other after colliding do not believe what is seen in front of each.

“You?!” the two said almost simultaneously, pointing at each other.

The two then chuckled feeling funny with their cohesiveness.

“You work here too?” ask Syifa.

“Iya,” Zimar replied while nodding. Then Zimar's forehead wrinkled questioningly. “You ... work here too?” ask Zimar, turn around.

“Iya, yesterday send registration via online, and today I just started working,” Syifa explained.

Zimar nodded in understanding. “Wah, means now we are one office.”

The two then re-engaged in a warm chat while walking towards their respective work desks.

Until the two often had lunch together, and Syifa was often escorted home by Zimar. The two of them are getting closer every day. The awkward feeling that was originally a barrier between them was now ‘tlah gone. Like a pair of friends. There are no secrets between the two.

They are equally comfortable when pouring out all grievances with each other. Not only confide in each other, but the two also always help each other find solutions to problems with each other. We also support each other in all positive ways.

And now Zimar also knows how Syifa's domestic life with Zidan. Instead, Syifa knew how Zimar lived.

***

After returning from the office, Syifa was surprised by a woman sitting on the porch chair of her house with a distended stomach.

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