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A long trip, approximately 4 hours is enough to make the body stiff.

"Sir, wake. I'm up to it",

Rayhan patted his wife's cheek.

The woman who was halal to him was sleeping leaning on his shoulder. It was Rayhan who pulled his head.

Raya slowly opened her eyes. Grazing, yawning, and when going to stretch his muscles he puffed. Shame on the man who has become her husband.

The Raya Group is getting ready.

Next stop they'll be down.

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"Get your brother what time are you?", asked Mamah Mia.

"Jam 1'an mah" answered Raka.

He was tidying up his clothes. Prepare to go.

"Trus where's mo ?",

ask mama again.

"Go first, ma'am, bentar ".

"Tumben, how neat ?",

another question to Raka.

"Ihh, ma'am, ", the pot starts coming out.

Mamah Mia just chuckled at her son who was whining.

"It turns out that the boys are not less effective than Caca, hmm ".

Mamah muttered, ruffling Raka's hair.

"Mama. ", so sulk the child.

"Wkwkwkkx... ",A,

Mama even laughed crisply. Passing by without guilt, has made a mess of the hairdo of a handsome man.

Raka sighed while returning to tidying up her hair.

"Bang, Caca picked up mbak Raya huh?", requested Raka's younger sister.

"No !".

"Ishh, really ketus. Pantes no girls are decked out ", Caca's sneer.

"Eh just haphazardly if you say ",

Raka does not trima like that. He was ready to throw a comb towards Caca, if only Bima was not there.

"Hush, Caca." cried Bima.

Caca just turned his head towards the source of the sound.

"You know, I really like that ",

"What !!", Raka was flabbergasted, after hearing Bima's sentence, the latter.

"WkwkwkkX.. "

Caca, who was in the room, thinking that she would be scolded by Bima, now laughed loudly.

They were both tos, right in front of Raka.

Raka thought he would be defended by his brother. It turned out that the brother was no different from his little adek.

Feeling a bully material, Raka was soon passed from the presence of his two brothers.

He had snatched the key on the table.

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"Absolutely so when you say ".

Raka grumbled in his car. By ourselves.

"I will prove it. I'll take my future wife in front of them ".

Again, talking to myself in annoyance.

Raka stopped her car in front of a small cafe. He plans to meet someone. A woman who for Raka, is fun.

Beautiful is relative. Women if they are modal will be beautiful. But what's fun is hard to find. Especially those that click on the heart.

That was according to Raka's thinking.

"Sorry", Raka said as she sat in front of a young girl. They're just table-topped.

He pulled up his chair and sat down a little rough.

"Sorry, it has made you wait ", continued Raka.

"Why ", said the girl.

Raka raised her hand. Facing his palm towards the person in front of him. A sign that the girl is silent for a while, before continuing her speech.

Raka took a deep breath, with her eyes closed and slightly lowered her head, then she exhaled slowly.

"You've been waiting a long time?, asked Raka.

"Sorry, a little late ",

Raka apologized again.

Silent..

"Sorry, I'm sprained. At home diletedekin my brother and sister ".

Raka said as she looked at the expression of the person before her questioningly.

"Why do you keep apologizing ?"

"I just arrived. And you're not late. Ok!?", he continued.

"Yes. I'm just not good, the first time the date made you wait ". Rabbet.

"Dating??", asked the girl while looking at Raka seriously .

"Eh, no. Emm. anu, we'll meet, so yeah, it's like some kind of date. Is it the same, right ?".

Bela Raka, with a wave. The words he spoke were unclear.

He rubbed his face. Shame down, smiling to himself.

"You're so neat ".

Redirection of topic of conversation.

The girl was actually embarrassed by what Raka said. So he tried to divert the conversation.

"This. for the sake of meeting you", this time Raka spoke with her face to the interlocutor.

"What ?",

"I'm proposing to a girl today. So I want it in neat clothes. It's good to see ".

Not answering, but expressing his intentions and goals today.

"Owh, who is it ?",

"Hopefully accepted yes ".

I don't know why, he was a little disappointed. Because the man he met would actually propose to another girl. He thought, this is really a date like Raka said earlier. Turns out..

*I'll be an experiment. His training ground so as not to groggy pas later nglamar actually his girl..*.

The inner voice of a girl, who felt herself just as a training ground.

"I mo nglamar kamu."., said Raka lirih.

"Huh ??",

*What ??, misheard me. that.. for me or. *, his mind again churned.

"I mean?", asked the girl as calmly as possible. He tried to calm his heart. Trying hard to hide feelings that are not careless. I don't know what his face looks like at the moment.

"I??", the girl pointed to herself.

Asked her once more, because Raka did not also answer her question, just smiled.

°°°°°

The clock has shown at 12.55 WIB.

Raka's at the station. He was already sitting sweetly on the platform waiting for the arrival of the newlyweds and the troupe.

Not long. Approximately 15 minutes he was there, who was waiting to arrive as well.

"Welcome back to Surabaya ",

Raka said when she met her brother and sister-in-law.

He greeted both of Raya's parents, and kissed their hands.

They also help to carry their things.

Rayhan whispered something to his sister. And answered with a nod of the head.

It was without the knowledge of Raya and her family.

The car slowly left the station, heading towards the Husni family's residence.

Along the way, only Raya and Raka's father had a conversation. Rayhan only occasionally chimed in on their chatter.

Ayu and mom, go back to sleep. Maybe still tired, because it is not used to long trips.

But Raya herself was silent. Whether lazy to join or enjoying the view, because the view from earlier towards the outside of the window.

Or. he remembered the incoming chat on Rayhan's phone. Because while on the train, Rayhan's phone rang again, several times. Indicates message notifications. And again her husband just looked on without retaliating. It was immediately put back into his jacket pocket.

Honestly, I became more curious.

I want my heart not to think. But what power, synchronization of heart and mind does not go well.

So Raya thought things out. Questioningly. *Who is the message from.. ??*.

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