I Know Your Secret's

Mission of Buying Gasoline

I opened my eyes slowly staring around the space that seemed foreign, I was shocked and spontaneously sat down to look at everything until my eyes turned sideways.

"Anj***r!!" I was surprised to find my husband still asleep beside me, even the distance of the man with me was very thin. Zayyan woke up to my curse and frowned, "what the hell?!"

"where are we?!" manya panic. Zayyan woke up and looked lazily at me, "this is you, of course this is the homestay you ordered last night. Did you forget?" he asked while scratching his head.

"astaga,why can I forget hahahaha, my goodness." I quipped as I remembered all the situations I was in. Zayyan went straight down from the bed to the bathroom.

"but I slept very well last night, I don't usually sleep that soundly." I glanced at the window. A different view of the city. It's so quiet and peaceful, I tied my hair and walked out breathing in the fresh air in the morning.

"woah morning dew." I cried to see the sky in the morning a little dewy, not wanting to lose this moment of beautiful scenery, I immediately took my phone and was surprised to find dozens of missed calls and messages on my phone.

"astagfirullah, I forgot to tell my family, McKck they must be very worried" I said directly to my family. As I suspected, they immediately threw a lot of questions at me, I laughed slowly while explaining all the situations I experienced yesterday.

After being satisfied, I immediately ended my conversation and turned to look at Zayyan who was drying her hair.

Gilak the more handsome he is. I'm proud to be his wife now.

"why look?" the ketusnya made my smile instantly disappear instantly. I looked lazily at him and then turned to look at the scene. I took a picture of that scene.

"nice." I said satisfied to see the shots from my phone.

"home?" the man suddenly stood next to me. I turned to him, "hiis, don't go home first. I want to look around this area, seriously I like it here." I said gladly.

"it's up to you" he said, wearing his jacket. Zayyan walked towards the car picking up something. I was curious to follow her from behind, and saw her putting on her glasses.

"sister are you minus?" I ask to look at him.

"no, I just want to wear it."

"your eyes are good, brother, why wear glasses?" ask again. I was very curious about the mysterious figure of my husband. Zayyan looked at me intensely with a hard-to-quantify look. I don't know what he was thinking when he looked at me, "it's up to me" he said.

I grumbled annoyedly walking towards the small cafeteria that the dihomestay provided. So did the man tail me from behind.

"what message do you want?" mother asked politely as we sat down. I glanced at the food menu that the banner had placed on, and turned to look towards Zayyan.

"sir, what do you want for breakfast?" my many.

"hmm come along" he said who was still busy fiddling with his phone. I ordered lontong and hot tea. While waiting I play my phone.

"oi." called Zayyan, I was confused to look at her, "you call me sister?" my many.

"yeah."

"hiis I have a name. Can it not be a little soft??" I said I was upset looking at him.

"what do you want me to call you?" tanyanya turned her head towards me, I thought for a moment looking for a good nickname.

"long, mending adeks aja I call." said Zayyan decided, I again bewildered wonder towards him, "adex? why is his name so strange." I said I do not accept if he was called by that strange name.

Zayyan seemed to be sighing softly, "cih, that's your own name" he said again.

"my name? since when my name got the adeks."

"there's."

"where there's a brother, you're so fucked up."

"ck, you're so stubborn, there's lhoo."

"cih, where is my husband" I said spontaneously making himself speechless. I realized immediately after I called her 'my husband'.

I quickly closed the door and rubbed my face rough, grumbling softly.

"astaga, there can be no morals" grumbled softly. Then I looked in the mirror, "godly shame." I said again.

"addiction? why does it feel familiar with that call??" my murmurs slowly recalled the time Zayyan proposed calling me with the call 'Adex'.

"just forget it, you'll be ashamed to see him." I cried again.

"uh, but it's true that he is my husband, it's just that at this time our relationship is still awkward" I said slowly while scratching my neck not itching. I took a breath while patting my cheek slowly.

"yok Dasha, don't be shy!" i'm firm. I slowly opened the door glancing around our seats, but I did not find the man sitting there.

"you pee or make the toilet anyway?, for a long time." when he stood next to me, I jumped in shock while spontaneously hitting his arm strongly.

"o Allah, brother, make a surprise!!"

"hurry up, that's what you ordered already came." he walked ahead of me and sat down at our place earlier, I followed him behind. After that we just kept quiet while enjoying breakfast.

"where are you going?" he asked after we finished eating, I was about to stand back up and look at him, "I want to go to the room, why?"

"together, I'll pay first" he said walking towards the cashier, after paying Zayyan to come up to me and hold my hand, "yok."

My heart was pounding when I saw Zayyan's hand clasping my hand, it felt warm and comfortable. Without feeling we were in the room, Zayyan let go of his grasp.

"yok, let's get this done. Then go home." he said slowly while starting to put things in my backpack. I nodded and cleaned up my cell phone electronics. Once everything is in order and feel like nothing is left behind anymore. Zayyan and I walked over to the owner of the homestay.

"how many Buk?" ask me while taking my wallet out of my backpack. The mother mentioned the price and I immediately paid and thanked her.

"oh yes Buk, here if you want to buy gasoline where?" ask Zayyan to the owner's mother. I patted the eel slowly when I realized that my car was now running out of gas.

"wow, are you out of gas?? hmm here the gas station is very far away, son. Or gini aja, you just buy the first gasoline using mother's conductor." replied the mother while taking the empty conductor under her chair,

"wow, sorry our Buk so troublesome mother." said I slowly feel bad.

"no papa son, this is my key. You guys just buy the gasoline in a small pom on the side of the road. If not wrong 500 meters from here there is a tuh." explained Ibuk the owner of the homestay.

"thank you buk," we said simultaneously, we also went directly to the parking lot of the owner of the homestay motorbike.

"sister Zay, you can bring a motor, right?" I slowly looked at the man turning on the motor.

"the problem is, I've often been back and forth on the motorbike really" he said while wearing a helmet, he also immediately put one more helmet on me.

click the sound of the helmet safety click I was wearing, I didn't expect Zayyan to be that attentive to me.

"thank you." I said slowly. Zayyan nodded and patted the back seat softly, "up."

I immediately went up behind Zayyan and hugged the man from behind so that I would not fall because the man was brashly carrying the bike at speed.

"woi kak, slow down dong. It's a man's motor if it breaks how??!" I cried a little as the wind kept hitting us.

"what???" asked Zayyan who was also shouting.

"i said slow down!!!" yell again.

"whatda? you like your pace??"

Cih, pekak basics, that's not what my husband means. I grumbled slowly in my heart, I have to sigh at him. I hugged the man from behind because the man was speeding up the speed of the bike.

"o Allah protect us." I said quietly while muttering. I could only let Zayyan ride his bike.