HITCHAK LOVE HEAD OF MOTORCYCLE GANG
CHAPTER 9
Syifa stepped closer towards Zidan who was embracing the shoulders of the two women sitting flanking her. The three of them giggled affectionately without feeling sinful to Syifa.
“Who are they?” syifa asked trying to remain calm. Zidan stared at Syifa at a glance, then glanced towards the woman on his left and right sides.
“They're cave girlfriends. Why?” sahut Zidan ketus.
Syifa shook her head in disgust. “I swear, I really don't understand how you think, Mom. Your problems with Lynna are not over. Now bring two more women,” cerocos Syifa. A moment later he snorted in annoyance.
“Lynna ... Lynna's not the cave boyfriend anymore. He is an ex.”
“He was pregnant ...”
“Iya, tau cave. If she's pregnant, keep the same relationship what cave?” sela Zidan fast.
Syifa crossed her arms while shaking her head. “He's pregnant with your child, Mas. Yes, you have to take responsibility.”
“Ck, what responsibility?” zidan asked him, playing with the long hair of the woman on his left and right sides.
“Married Lynna!”
“Ck, ogah. Marry the same way you ask for forgiveness. He was told to go back again. No cave!”
“Then it stops female mainin!” syifa.
“Cave area. Live cave ngapa you who bothered.”
“I am your wife, Mas. Obviously I care, because I want the best for you.”
“You want the best for the cave. Lu pegi from the cave house, from the cave life. Let the cave enjoy life quietly. That's if you want the best for the cave.”
The two women on Zidan's side giggled, then leaned spoiled on Zidan's shoulder. His eyes looked at Syifa in such a way as if he was mocking the hijab-wearing woman standing in front of them.
“You two still want a man who has no sense of responsibility like him?” syifa asked the two women, Zidan's girlfriend.
“If I am, relax. Life, don't be complicated with all the plans and rules. Live what we like and enjoy,” replied the woman to the left of Zidan. While the other one pinched the finger of the sign agreed with the words of the other woman.
“Subhanallah.” Syifa completely lost her mind with the behavior of the three humans before her. They are like the jungle man, disobedient to the rules created by the state and religion. Though they have a standard of living in the form of religion, but the norms are ignored just like that.
“You all really broke!” Syifa looked at the people in front of her one by one. No exception Zidan. “You both want to go alone from here or I call people to drive you both out of disrespect!” gertak Syifa to both women, her husband's boyfriend.
“Ck, I don't want complicated dealing with citizens. Mending went home alone.”
“Gua also came home, ah. Just disturb. Basic grandma drop by!” the other taunts Syifa.
Before leaving, the two women kissed both sides of Zidan's cheeks simultaneously. One cheek of Zidan is on the right, and the other is on the left.
Syifa can only be privileged. Already banned, but not heard how else.
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“Alhamdulillah, fortunately I have good in-laws,” Syifa said thankfully. Because the advice submitted was responded positively and approved by her in-laws.
“Hopefully after this Mas Zidan can turn independent and mature,” muttered Syifa. The phone that was still in his grasp was placed on the nightstand. Then continue to clean the house. After the homework was done, Syifa rushed to the office.
Arriving in front of the alley of his home complex, Syifa stopped by the highway waiting for the public transportation. However, up to a matter of minutes not a single angkot passed by. Syifa was restless once in a while looking at the clock that was coiled around her wrist and then looked left and right.
A few seconds later, a motor stopped right in front of him.
“Asalamu’alaikum,” greet motorists, while nodding small.
Syifa smiled politely and then replied greetings, “Wa’alaikumsalam.”
“Against angkot, yes?”
“Iya, but from earlier no one passed as well,” replied Syifa, while looking left and right.
“Yes already, we are together, yuk!” said the cat in front of him while thrusting the helmet.
“Sorry, for the umpteenth time I trouble.”
“No word of trouble for a friend,” replied Zimar.
Syifa smiled as she busily put on the helmet hook.
“Can, no?” asked Zimar, when he saw Syifa had trouble hooking the helmet.
“Nnot knowing, how hard is it?” sahut Syifa, still trying to hook the helmet hook. But it didn't work either.
Zimar tilted his body slightly. “This is what I helped you with. Sorry, yes,” said Zimar while taking over hooking the helmet hook.
Without them realizing there was a pair of eyes watching the second scene, and intended to take advantage of the video recording in his phone.
***
Returning from Syifa's office was seen as strange by his complex neighbors who happened to cross paths on the street in front of his house.
“No doubt yes, hijab looks pious, but the behavior is minus,” whispered a woman to another woman, but it sounded clear in Syifa's ear.
Syifa, who did not know what the complex mothers meant, chose silence. Then enter the area of the courtyard of his house with a facial expression full of confusion.
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