Love to My Widow
Old Friends (Part 2)
The sound of Biyan's car rang out . He parked his car next to Nila's house.
In Car.
"Who is the man who walks with Nila. Look from the view they're so joking. Hem." furious
Biyan was still sitting waiting for Nila and the man reached home.
"It was a long time ago, it seemed to be a long road on purpose" his fingers could not keep tapping on the wheel of the car.
He saw Nila again and the man in the rear view of the car.
"Huh.keong what a man heck, the road is really slow, Hem" let out a long sigh...
his feet were not calm.
"Hah..i am samperin only time yes. don't aaa, ntar they think what. is wrong." Biyan moved her legs even harder.
His fingers unceasingly hit the wheel of the car.
The look on his face was between being curious about the man, annoyed, furious and jealous.
"Aaa..stupid very, I got out their samperin"
Get off the car and the road to Nila which is only about 5 meters away.
Biyan conditioned her face so as not to look annoyed and jealous.
"Where from?" A smile as best as possible hid his irritation.
"Biyan, out of the stall" Nila relaxed
"Ooh..buy something?"
"Soap was told by mom, but the curls paid earlier.I said don't keep getting paid." Smile showed two teeth
Saw Nila smiling cheerfully at the man. Biyan's heart was really like it was being pumped up quickly. His blood pressure rose, his muscles began to tighten in anger.
But he tried to answer it.
Hufff...
Exhaling a long breath.
"Replaced doank Nila, "to take out the wallet and issue a color banknote in the direction of one sheet proffered to the curl.
"No need a'. I used to be the same as Nila,"
Did he say ordinary?
how close they are...
"Take it, now Nila's my responsibility." forcibly put the money in her pocket.
"Responsible?" Confused curls
"Hehe.Known It's Biyan" Nila
"Biyan, Nila's husband" Biyan introduced herself and reached out
The curls of his face were shocked and disbelieving by the word 'husband Nila'.
but his consciousness quickly returned.
" Ingel, eeh Febi" returned Biyan's hand with a questioning face.
"Calms ? Febi's? that's right where nie" Biyan gave a slightly mocking smile.
" His real name is Febi, just a favorite nickname, hehehe" Nila answered casually
Beloved call, cihh
I told her to call me baby, she refused, she said in embarrassment.
take a look at it casually at said favorite call curls...
eeerrrttt
Face that can no longer be controlled.
"Ooh" replied flatly
"You just got home? " Nila relaxed not realizing the look on Biyan's face that had started to tangle like Kumal cloth.
"Yes.., you're done right, let's go in" grim face.
"You go in first yes, I want to talk to you again bang curls" Nila grabbed Biyan's arm
BROTHER??????
huffffff.....
Take a deep breath and let it out violently.
"Hem.yeah I've entered first.okay bro take good care of my wife."
Biyan hit slowly but the weight of her hand to the shoulder of the skinny Ikal while smiling forcedly.
"hehe" curls whining
Biyan entered the house with a quick step of her right hand clenching and flailing her on the left hand. He was annoyed by Nila's attitude which he thought was quite spoiled with curls.
**
Nila and curls sit on the chair under the mango tree in front of Nila's house.
"Emm...are you married?" curls of doubt
" he'em" nodded slowly with a faint smile
" how can you?" curls are getting curious
"Cock you want to?" taking the chips in the jar even though tilapia has not offered it.
"How else, fate Brother curls.!" follow crisps snacking
"Can you refuse?" take more chips in his hand
" How to refuse, father's request" Nila chewed chips slowly
" Your father asked you to marry him?" growing curious
"he'em" put the chips in his mouth again
"you, great son of Sholehah" gave a thumbs up
eating chips is more greedy.
"What paper is it?" Nila sneered at the sight of curls eating chips continuously.
"Between hungry and yes ,hahaha" laughed crisply like the chips he ate
"You.re really the brother of curls that I know with the skinny body version, shabby skin hair not to take care of.hahaha"
A crisp sound of laughter They were heard all the way inside Biyan's room.
**
In room
Biyan sat on the bed with a huff of hearing Nila and curls talking and laughing together.
"Damn it, the conversation was so good that their laughter reached the room.
As close as they are, until Nila is indifferent to me and chooses to chat with the rice field people.
Look at the body of his flat, especially his hair does not know where to go.
I've been derelict if he's one of my troops
cih...
mumbling to himself
***
Under the mango tree
"Why don't you go to college,?"
"the same question I asked you, may I smoke again?"
Nila nodded somewhat awkwardly actually. But how about it again
"If I had, you know, now I'd be married"
"But getting married doesn't rule out the possibility for a smart girl like you to join the top three, doesn't college, right?" smoking cigarettes with a lighter
"yes.." nodded slowly
"Then?" smoke cigarettes
**
Inside the room, Biyan peeked at them behind the window,
"Suck, that flat-man is smoking cigarettes near my wife" his hand gripped tightly against the window.
Nila, please,
"Maybe next year I'm thinking about it "
Though it is undeniable Nila wants to go to college as quickly as possible like her friends.
"Excited," clenched his hands towards Nila.
"Excited, uh bentar brother has not answered the question "
"i guess you forgot, hee" scratched his curly hair
"Let's answer!" Nila stared at the curls.
*
In the room getting riled up,
"Damn, Nila why are you staring at her like that...??
eerrrrttt..awas you Nila yes, wait for the punishment that I will give" hit the wall with his fist.
" I'd better tell you from the beginning huh.." kelik styling her stunted hair.
Nila looked carefully
"After graduating from Junior High, we moved to Jakarta because my father was mutated to teach at Bina SMP karya, I would not want me and my mother to join. Then we plan to sell my house here"
Nila began to absorb the curl story.
" One year in High School, my father was exposed to an affair scandal with an office friend, who turned out to be his ex-girlfriend" began to get serious
Nila is getting clingy listening to the curl story.
Unlike the human figure who is still peering at the window. His face began to turn red, his blood pressure started to rise and his roaring breath held in anger. Seeing his wife looking closely at another man in front of the house.
back to the curls and Nila.
"At first the mother was patient, and it was positive that the father was caliph and would definitely come back to us,"
smoking his cigarette again.
"Then.pak Samsul back again with you guys" Nila was curious
