Marriage Becomes Love

Chapter 83 Abdi bogoh ka anjeun

"Same Papa mending rest gih," said Rayhan.

"Yes, Ma, Pa, the journey from there to here is far, must be tired," Ashila said.

"Yes, you're real, you're as good as mommy going to the room, yeah."

After the mother Princess and father Yahya passed, now only Rayhan and Ashila are left in the living room.

"Darling, we are both alone, why is this good," said Rayhan while playing the Ashila hijab.

Ashila taps her index finger on her chin. "Emm.. why, yes," he thought.

"ah! Yeah, you come with me, yuk!"

"Where?"

"So, come along."

Rayhan immediately took Ashila out of the house to the garage.

Arriving there, looking at several cars and one thing covered in cloth, Ashila thought, it looks like it is a motorcycle.

Rayhan threw away the cloth that enveloped the object, it turned out to be a black sport motorbike.

"This is your bike, Mas?" ask Ashila.

Rayhan took a kanebo lap and then wiped it on his favorite motorcycle. "Yes, I used to use this motorcycle after college, but since I took care of the company, I always used a car, never used the Blacky again" said Rayhan

"Who's Blacky, Mas?"

"This bike is called Blacky."

Ashila ber oh ria.

"Where if we go for a walk with this motorbike, I want you to travel around Jakarta."

"Byeah, I happen to wear jeans too" said Ashila.

"Nih put on the helmet first, honey."

Rayhan helped Ashila put on her helmet.

"Udah, yuk, up," Rayhan said.

Ashila nodded and immediately got on the motorbike.

"Strong grip, yes, okay number.." Rayhan said ala-ala film ojek polling.

Motor sport Rayhan has also sped out of the yard of the house down the streets of the complex.

However, just a few tens of meters away the Blacky drove, suddenly the iron horse stopped, for some reason.

"Why, Mas?" ask Ashila.

"I don't know, yang, the bike died suddenly, why, yeah."

Ashila got off the bike. "Break time, Mas, this bike long time you do not use again."

"Yes, yeah, I check first." Rayhan got off the bike and immediately checked the iron horse engine, looking for the cause of his favorite motorbike. "The motorbike does not really understand, use strike everything," grumbled Rayhan, the man changed the position from squatting to standing. "When I want to take you for a walk around Jakarta, make a romantic moment like a high school boy who is dating again, failed deh…"

"Yaudah, mending us a walk in the park, Mas." Ashila.

Rayhan nodded. "Jude, please."

Rayhan first called his papa's housekeeper to pick up his beloved iron horse and take him to the workshop.

Rayhan holding Ashila's hand took a leisurely walk towards the park. "Sorry, yes, dear."

"Gapa, even though we're just walking in the park, I've been really cool, which is important to you."

"Darling, you want some cotton candy?"

"Where?" ask Ashila.

Rayhan pointed to a cotton candy vendor not far from them. "That!"

"That's mah, gulali harumanis, Mas."

Rayhan pinched the second squash of Ashila's cheeks. "Just like, honey, don't want to."

Ashila chuckled softly then nodded. "You."

They both walked towards the cotton candy seller who was not far from them standing earlier.

"Bang, the cotton candy is the one that is pink, yes," said Rayhan as he pointed his index finger.

"Ready, Mas!"

"Kok you know I like pink sweet arum?" ask Ashila.

Ashila ber oh ria.

"Some time I know what you like and don't like, I know outside in ka–"

Bugh!

Ashila hit Rayhan's arm. "Maas..don't be shy!"

Rayhan just chuckled as if he was innocent.

The cotton candy seller also gave Rayhan a small cotton candy. "Mas, this is so," he said.

"Thank you, Bang, how much?"

"Ten bamboo shoots, Mas?"

Rayhan gave a hundred thousand to a cotton candy barber. "Take it back, Bang," said Rayhan.

"O Allah, dearnuhun pisan, may you both tea always be healthy, always lasting, pokona mah always happy hereafter deh."

"Amin, haturnuhun brother, may brother oge rezekina always smooth," replied Ashila, while Rayhan just pecked at the conversation of his wife and the cotton candy maker.

After that they immediately passed leaving the cotton candy seller earlier.

"What language was that?" ask Rayhan.

"Sundanese language."

"How can you speak Sundanese?" ask Rayhan.

Ashila nodded again. "Yes dong, umi sundanese, Mas, so I know a little sundanese language that," said Ashila.

Rayhan only ber oh ria aja.

"Mas, abdi bogoh ka anjeun, bogoh pisan," said Ashila.

Rayhan frowned. "what does that mean?"

"So, find out for yourself."

Rayhan pursed his lips. "You know napa, you made me know not."

Ashila shakes. "Don't want to, find out for yourself."

"Huh! Okay, I'm looking for."

While walking, Rayhan also took his cellphone in his pocket, the man opened the internet looking for the meaning of the word his wife meant. "What did you say? I forgot about it."

"Abdi bogoh ka anjeun, bogoh pisan," said Ashila.

Rayhan nodded, then typing the words out of his wife's mouth earlier, before long, the man smiled to himself.

"Why smile for yourself?" ask Ashila. "I think people don't know," he continued.

"Sir papa, I'm sincerely said to be insane, as long as it's not sane because of you."

"But! Fuck up!"

"Honey, servant oge bogoh ka anjeun, bogoh pisan," said Rayhan while reading the writing on his phone screen. The man said in Javanese manner, making Ashila laugh.

"Why?"

"You're funny you know, the Sundanese language talk using Javanese dialect," said Ashila without stopping laughing.

Rayhan grinned at the horse while rubbing his nape. "What does the accent have to be like?"

"Yes, it's normal, abdi oge bogoh ka anjeun, bogoh pisan, it's so subtle, Mas."

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There's no sundanese here, huh? Do you know what is the meaning of abdi bogoh ka anjeun?

Who doesn't know, find out for yourself.

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