Love Choices

Chapters 13.

" I'm sorry, sir, I was just kidding you to say something like that." The taxi driver said unwell after peeking at my expression from the rearview mirror.

" It's okay, I'm used to it." I replied short while leaning. The driver who seemed to be the same age as me was back peeking at the rearview mirror. I saw both his eyebrows twitching. "Then mister's reply, it seems that I feel even more guilty."

" It means I'm adding a wound to the wound unintentionally." Say that driver again.

" he.ha...Just relax, bro! How literary is that the word." I laughed and suddenly felt like my heart was light.

" So I'm less focused.At this time, aunty is sick at home.So I'm a bit anofocus." I obviously don't want him to feel guilty.

Then he smiled and rounded his mouth. "O... "

" Then all right, I'll increase the speed." Said again.

" No need to miss racing anyway, better slow than fast but the arrival of the hospital. If bro and I end up in the hospital, who's gonna take care of my aunt, she only has MR. Black is just a relative in this world." I said with a thin smile.

" he.ha...You can joke about you Bro too! " With a glowing face.

" I'm not kidding Bro, you've been called MR Black all along." I was complaining accidentally.

" The noble person who loves the title is so, when in reality Mr. Bro is very handsome, precisely the slightly dark skin makes Bro look masculine."

I shook my head as a sign of disagreeing with her opinion.

" Seriously, bro! The man who gave you that title must be his enemy Bro, or maybe he's the one who really likes you Bro, because the way women express their love is all kinds."

" He is not the enemy, nor the second.. Bro guessed wrong." My rebut.

" Bro not sensitive maybe? or if he is not an enemy, most likely a sign of like.Bisasaja he did not dare to express his joy, for that he conveyed through slurs.

" Where possible, non-love is just a habit of ridiculing." Reject me when my heart justifies his words.

"Bro is the biggest driver in Jabotabek! Where was the talk of "Banggahku later.

" It's up to Mr. Bro to believe it or not, I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I feel familiar with Mr. Bro, meeting with Bro it feels like meeting an actor of Bollywood action film."

" Upps..Enough of the fighting, don't let it

I was wrong about you, bro." I said with a smile.

" No, do not sin later !I'm a real stud, Bugis lovers glutinous.Not eggplant eat eggplant! If you do not believe please see my sosmed account Bujang kelana, there Bro can see Three heroes and one Incesku who was born stacking ferns, as proof of his doy I eat Bugis every night." Cegenesan.

I ignored that perverted-colored figure while looking at the streets.

" Kelana bujang? Where have you been, bro?" my question is getting more familiar because from his account name he is like a person from sebrang.

" Wandering continues.starting from hills, mountain rivers and valleys. Most willing to stalk the meadow while devouring the fruits of heaven."

" Geez...I thought it was serious, apparently still a pervert! "My son shook his head.

" You may be born pagihari ya Bro, so his mouth is like a magpie, noisy! " I said again, pretending to be angry at him and then laughing.

Yeah, you're not wrong, bro! He was born in front of the toilet door. Ha ..ha...

Ha.ha...

We both laughed, until he pulled the car over for safety.

" I thought you were offended, bro, actually laugh even though you know you're laughing." Reply while holding my stomach until it hurts because I laugh. This man I think is complete, bewitching, pretentious and familiar as well.But I like, unknowingly the sadness tonight is a little sidetracked.

The car went back to relaxing after we finished laughing.

" For me life is brought to enjoy Mr. Bro, let alone being outside. "

" Kok outside doang, should be home more dong, our home is our paradise." My timpal.

" My house of paradise applies only to people whose lives are not as hard and sharp as mine, Mr. Bro. I want that anyway. But there if already at home this curly forehead continues to think about the demands of kitchen shopping, the needs of school children and the needs of the wife, the place of residence is still contracted while the child is already four. "this time I see his expression is serious.

" If the problem of contracting is ordinary, which is important smoothly the provision, just build the palace. The important thing is that the wife does not like the ration if the deposit is not enough." Godaku winks a joke.

" I dream not height that is also bro, can wake up the house, schoolin the same child buy a plot of garden in the village is enough." he said while continuing to focus on the steering.

While I just mutter-mangut while agreeing in the heart.

" Wife isn't as bad as that, Mr. Bro! Only his speech was prolonged before going to bed. If it's midnight still if not us he asked. Ha.ha..

" Then you don't need to be given the ironing of the jidadnya, take enjoy, anywhere." My word.

" Yes.Seems so much better.During this has tried to continue to keep smile. But sometimes difficult, let alone hear the complaints of the parents of children about shopping. But yeah how else bro, I'm lucky to be like this."

" Have you tried to work, bro? " i ask you who doesn't want to touch her if

ask about educational background.

" Everybody try it, bro! Starting from the street sweeper, building sweeper, osongan merchant, ngojek, and lastly this online taxi driver." Clearly smiling wryly.

" People from sebrang are usually hobbies and hobbies trading dong..."

He nodded. " If the wife actually has breakfast sales in front of the contract.Kunya who work like to feel at home, so keburuberenti continues before capital is collected.Padahatan also want to have their own business more advanced." He said with a hopeful face.

" Patience bro! Life will be beautiful in time, the important way efforts continue, the affairs of sustenance are arranged." My advice while patting slowly his shoulders.

" Oh, yeah! Good thing, not too late, sorry because I've been acting so hard on Mr. Bro." He smiled shyly.

After braking, he looked at the house.

" Is this Mr. Bro's house? Waw...It turns out that Mr Bro Sultan is too! " His mouth returned to serocos with rounded eyes and a sparkling face.

I had no time to do the chat, I took out a business card and 10 pieces of red money from my wallet, and I gave it to him.

" I...This is mostly, here it costs only Rp 200,000, 00" Refuse to take 200 and put the rest on the bench.

" The rest take it!." My reply.

Watch out! Dare not to be reported to the CEO, if Bujang kelana has been annoying until the passengers hit." My threat.

" Ahh...But this is not, A_

" That's it...Just bring the money and deposit it on your mistress, one hundred percent halal! Give more occasionally, let your bugis be served quickly." Whisper me, then hurry down and close the door.

" But Bro_

" Don't Brisik! Go home! Wus...Whoa!"Usirku sweet.

I saw him smile again.

" If you need anything, if you are no longer busy, you must be picked up!" I shouted as I walked quickly towards the gate.

Long enough, I heard the taxi was driving. Until I was standing right in front of the gate.

" Yet Rajj...Is that really you?"

" Yes sir...I Am Raj Copri." My reply.

" Thank God, son, you're finally back. Your Aunt Canamu since yesterday fretted waiting for you to come home." Said the old guard with a glowing face.

" Has the doctor called to treat the aunt?" My Taeku is full of search.

" Already Rajj, even Doctor Yana's son has referred your aunt to be hospitalized, but she insists on wanting treatment at home, she said she was waiting for you." Pakde Joko

Deg.

My heart rate is back pumping twice as much. I immediately ran into the house, without caring for the call of the captain who asked where my clothes bag was.

Right now my heart wants to quickly see aunt, the fear of loss suddenly comes again to me.

Just before the door of her room, I saw her aunt lying weakly in a bed with her help accompanied by her assistant, and a girl dressed in all white.

" Come here Rajj..." Aunty's weak words raised her hands to greet me, I saw her eyes sunken.

I approached with a body that started shaking." Aunties...Why not take him to the hospital? "my number rubbed my aunt's face with my right hand, while my left hand held the outstretched hand.

I turned to look at Dr. Yana sharply." You are Yana too! as a personal doctor of this family, why not take him to the hospital, even give the treatment alakadarnya like this." I stared at the beautiful woman in front of me.

" Ja.don't get angry Rajj, he's not wrong, aunt won't." Bela aunty spoke with difficulty.

" But bi__" My words were cut off when my phone was on my back vibrating.

I'll grab that thing and turn it off.

" Kok wasn't picked up, son. Huk..huk."

" For me, aunt is more important! We're going to the hospital, bi..." Persuade me who was ready to lift it.

" No Rajj, aunt won't die on the street, it looks like auntie's time is up. Huk.huk..

She kept coughing without breaking it, until I stopped taking her, my aunt's skin without worrying about her cough.

" A recalcitrant aunt doesn't want to seek treatment from an early age." My murmur.

" This is the cause, son..Se..seems like aunty is coming home.To..Please do not be sad, bi.bibi go in baha.gia even though he has not had time to see grandchildren." Aunt's words are broken.

" Thank you for coming home to aunt." Say it again before looking up. " La Ila ha please..Muhammadar Rosulullah.." I whispered.

" la..Ishaillallah..Muhammad da apostle." Just up there, aunt's throat sounded choked, next his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes dimmed, his gurgle slowly depleted, but left a smile, but there was a speck of tears also flowing from both eyes."

" Aunty goes bi...Your Rajjmu is now a country." I said with a clear thread that expanded unstoppably, I just let it flow.

" Let me check on auntie for a second, so that all is clear." Said Doctor Yana softly while touching my shoulder.

I nodded and laid my aunt back. Let the woman check.

" Auntie is right to leave.Patiently so is Rajj." He said while looking at me.

Not how many minutes the house is crowded, maybe aunt Zahra or Pakde who spread this sad news. I was just filled with tears that were not flowing.

Bi Cana's body has been moved to the front room by the neighbors. The mats were spread out, and people kept coming.

Until before dawn alternately people guard the body while chanting prayers and reciting holy verses.

The body was interred at dawn, after being held with local mosque administrators. In mourning still stung awe in my heart on the figure of aunty, the time of five years turned out to be able to use to socialize well with the citizens, proven Sudi people sacrifice their sleep to serve and organize the Almarhumah.