Long River

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Aska tried to lie on top of that thin mattress. Not good but that's it. Everything is done, there is no choice for now.

Event after event loomed again in his eyes. It was raining heavily in Jakarta last night and he was on his way home from out of town. Of course it was an office job and he drove the car alone. Unfortunately his car broke down on the road when the rain was heavy so he was forced to push his car pulled over. He pulled over near the river. Suddenly a banana tree near where he was standing fell, causing him to slip and fall into the river. No matter how long he wandered in the river, he could not remember. He even fainted because his head hit something and when he realized it was morning. But he was still in the water and not dead. The current still carries it moving following the flow of the river until it reaches a place where the flow of water is not swift. With the last strength he tried to swim to the land. That's where he can finally rest. He fainted again when he sensed someone had dragged him into a cave. When he opened his eyes, it was the girl he first saw. The girl ran away when she found out she opened her eyes. He had called the girl but it seemed that the girl had not heard because it had already gone far away.

He realized he was in a cave not deep, lying on top of a large flat rock as big as himself. As he tried to move his body he lost strength. It seemed like all the strength of his body had been lost under the river water. It was hard for him to just raise his head. His body was cold and his clothes wet.

Upon his return, the girl also brought her father. An old man who can't talk and can't hear. As not enough he was toyed with, came a group of people do not know themselves telling him to marry the girl who had just saved his life. The misadventure is complete.

If he was healthy at the time, he would have beaten them one by one because of their ridiculous request with the origin of accusing people without evidence. His wushu moves are able to conquer them in seconds as he is one of the wushu teachers in place of Om Arya. His father was not a random person either. Although adoptive father, who does not know Christian Jhonson, one of the richest Caucasian probably in the world because in addition to having several companies, has a mosque and has a television station in America, he said, he also just had a memorization of al-Qur'an pesantren in the outskirts of Jakarta. He had a bule father because his mother married the man.

Aska stared at her shabby clothes. He really felt insulted today. As the saying goes, he fell down the stairs, he who was weak because of the disaster was washed away in the river, was forced to marry a village girl who did not know him. Not yet these shabby clothes and hut house. They forced him when he was helpless. What would his parents say if he came home married and had a wife? This can't happen, but how?

"Bang, this is the food." Leka came carrying a plate of rice with a side dish of fried tempeh and sambal. He handed it to Aska who sat directly on the rolled mattress. The man was surprised. Just tempe? Damn my life only in tempe love, when I was so hungry, he looked at Leka. But he also ate eventually. What is this, how does it taste? Aska finished a plate of rice that Leka gave her. "Mk."

"Yes?" Leka who was waiting for Aska to eat turned her head.

"Can nambah?"

"Oh, yes. There's still." Leka smiled sweetly. He was glad that man liked his cooking.

Present, very easy to make the people of this village happy, inner Aska see the sweet smile Leka. He looked the other way. "Oh, yeah. Drink it." Aska gives a cup containing ginger drinks that stay a little.

Leka smiled back. He saw that the man's face was starting to be brightly colored like never before when he found it. His face looked pale at that moment.

He also took the cup and took it out. Only Aska scratched her head. Why does not a single knowledge of his arrogance affect him? But the cuisine is delicious even though the girl is just frying tempe. It reminds him of someone. A girl whose cooking is also no less delicious when only cooking simple food. Just like Leka's cooking. Name's Nena.

Remembering the name of the girl made his heart sad immeasurably. How not, after breaking up from the girl Aska still can not turn away. Though it has been 10 years passed but he still expects Nena, his former assistant who because of her smart school, schooled by her foster father. When Nena loses her father's only parents in an accident, she is taken by Aska's adoptive grandfather to America and educated there. He later became a lawyer but not for long. Aska's adoptive grandfather, who had remarried his ex-wife, had an accident a year ago that left his wife dead. Therefore, Nena began to help Aska's adoptive grandfather who began to get sickly.

Nena once a year comes to Jakarta to see the tomb of her family. They meet sometimes but not for long. Aska still expects Nena when Nena goes after Kenzo. Kenzo, who is the son of his wife Om Arya, often went out because of his efforts.

He himself now works in the company of his adoptive father as Manager in the HRD, while his twin brother Salwa instead works in another company to work professionally in his field.

Leka's back. She brought her husband the food and drink he had asked for. Aska was actually embarrassed to eat again the girl's food, but she was really hungry.

The story of Leka's sudden marriage shocked the villagers, especially everyone knew the good girl who suddenly got married because of the incident. Some defended it but not a few denounced it because some events similar to it had happened before and it was a bad event. The tragedy that happened to Leka is very gray so everyone can give a different opinion.

This news reached Bara's ears. The man was furious because just this morning he was still meeting Leka who waltzed alone, his afternoon suddenly rumored to be married because of the incident to save people drifting. He felt the door to approach Leka was already closed.

Starting at night, the new Leka was drying Aska's clothes, entering the house and tidying the kitchen. He was confused how to tell the man without feeling he cleaned the kitchen long enough. Azan Magrib also sounded. Leka was ablaze in the bathroom near the kitchen, then she entered the room. He saw Aska asleep. "Bang, wakeup. It's Magrib." Already."

Aska opened her eyes. "Mk." He sat himself on the bed. His body began to lighten, he did not shiver like before. "What?"

"Magreb."

"Oh." Aska stood up. He stepped out. "Bathroom where," he said as he stood at the door.

"Near kitchen Bang." Leka was wearing her face.

Upon Aska's return from the bathroom, it seemed like Leka was waiting for the man in the room.

"What?"

"Depart leading prayers."

I see, I forgot. Aska stood on the prayer mat that had been prepared. He wore a sarong given by his wife, then he led prayers. After the prayer Leka kissed Aska's hand. The man then came out while Leka folded the prayer mat.

Aska went outside the house. The mood of the village at night. The village began to be densely populated but minimal street lights. The house was a little bit away from the paved road but it was quite bright because from the few houses that surrounded the house it turned on the lights.

Aska sat on the rattan chair on the veranda. The chair was slightly broken because it was old. He creaks when he is sitting.

"Eh, is that Leka's husband?" Ask a girl to Rani.

"Looks ...." Rani also peeked.

"While it's not clear, it seems pretty." The girl confirmed her face.

"If it's a handsome, find out ...." Rani laughing.

"Well, said the fathers. If not, not many will try to find out. It's like the house next to ours." The girl pointed at the house beside which contained gossiping mothers. With the appearance of Aska, the house even more noisy with mothers looking towards the porch of Leka's slightly dim house.

Aska did not feel the presence of strange gelagat outside like there were some people pacing back and forth in front of the house and most women. He's not comfortable. Finally he decided to go into the house.

Aska walked into the room while Leka was combing her hair.

"Eh." Leka looks panicked.

"Why? You see a ghost? I'm your husband now."

"Eh, yes."

Sensitive to this guy! What do I want with him? Beautiful face .. but she is more beautiful anyway, when not veiled.

Aska stared at Leka's long, thick hair. The hair framed his wife's face so much more beautiful. Aska then realizes Leka noticed her admiring the girl's face. He hurriedly cleared his throat. "Eh, I remember my sister."

"Did you have a sister?"

"Yes." Yeah." Aska went up to the bed.

"How much?"

"One only. We're twins."

"Twin? Any other brothers?"

"There's a couple too."

Leka brushed her hair. He was curious about the Aska family and approached the man. "That means you four? Does your twin look like you?"

"Mmh, no. Totally different, because that's a lot of nonbelievers."

"Where do you live, what do you do?"

Aska started to pry. He no longer wants to tell stories. He looked at the girl in front of him seriously. "what's your name, Leka?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you love me?"

Leka's face flushed.

"Don't you?"

"W-what ...." Leka was surprised by the words of the man in front of her. A man who has just become her husband, questions the sanctity of a marriage.

"Do you want to sleep with me?"