Marriage Ends in Love.

CHAPTER 6 THE SWEET BLACK

"assalamualaikum" "tok tok tok" the sound of the front door being knocked on. then I went out to look at the guest room.

"walaikumsalam" I answered while looking at a man in a navy shirt and carrying a backpack, which I did not know.

"sorry, where do you want to ask buk kades? how lonely?" the young man asked me on the doorstep of the living room

"owh buk kades he said earlier wanted to lay mas in the village next to there is a village device that died this morning"

I answered the young man without letting him into the guest room.

"thank you, ma'am" replied the young man and headed straight to the buk kades house next to our post. I saw the young man enter the compartment of the book house of kades and sit casually on a swing made of iron commonly used buk kades or his youngest child to relax.

I continued cleaning the kitchen.today exactly 2 Weeks we in this village to undergo KKN. because there is a volleyball and football tournament held by us KKN students then today I took the initiative to picket myself because my other friend2 is busy to prepare at 2 race venues I still have to teach at school2.

finished all the affairs in the house I also began to open the laptop in the living room because there is a long cable available for the laptop charger.

"sorry, can you ask for a drink?" I was almost shocked to hear the sweet black voice of the young man who had arrived2 appeared in front of the living room door

"owh yes, a moment yes" I rushed to the kitchen to get some drinking water.

"where did he say he asked for a drink?" I asked myself and then I looked out and it turned out that the young man was sitting on the porch of the book of kades.

"this is the pot" I delivered a glass of water to the sweet black youth on the patio of the kades' bouquet.

"owh thank you, I'm sorry to take nicotine"

"ga papa kok mas, pardon his mas where ya?" I asked curiously because looking at his backpack must be this young man from afar

"owh, I am from the City" the young man replied after finishing the glass of water that I had brought.

"have KKN been here for a long time?" ask her.

"almost 2 Weeks mas" I replied as I was going back to the post.

"sorry, can you use a mobile phone?" ask her to me

"owh can make klo ga ngerepotin"

"i'll get my phone first"

"assalamualaikum"

"this is someone looking for mom from this morning like she was from afar"

"less understand buk young man his black sweet and tall buk, and ga Bawak vehicle, owh good buk good buk"

"whose mom asked?" ask me to the young man who sat in the buk kades who has now moved marble floor no longer woven.

"let's just say his girlfriend who nyariin" replied the young man with a smile and showed his dimples were so sweet despite his face and his head were plontos

"uh uh? mas seriously this dong nanya's mother" I said while putting on an unhappy face and a little glaring

"let's just say so" the young man replied briefly while still displaying the charm of his dimples.

"the gold says it myself deh. nih I loud speaker" I said as I pressed the loud speaker button

"Hello my heart, my soul my body, I miss you so much, my queen. don't tell yourself that you're on a city trip with your fat son and your husband who used to be busy with those farmers and forget that today your beloved is back" the young man spoke so vulgarly in front of me that I was wrong. My mind floated2 Is this young man really the girlfriend of the buk kades? aahs.....

"loh, you said you were home late afternoon, so I thought the afternoon could me time with my happy family, okay this we turn around again while we go home you can be acquainted with the KKN mbak-mbak next to the house, many are beautiful Lo who knows can make you forget your heart lover who has started to wrinkle. okay honey wait for us yes 35 minutes we are there, assalamualaikum" answer buk kades with his Javanese voice that is typical of his Javanese medok.

I'm still with a clumsy face, in disbelief, I'm the one who misheard or buk kades and and and this young man who took the wrong medicine, but as long as I'm in this village, I'm in this village, buk kades and pak kades are very polite figures and can be role models. ahhhh I am so confused

"have I been bilanh mbak, mbaknya do not believe, surely mbaknya not yet know buk kades huh?" the young man asked as if he knew what I was thinking

"whatever mas only, I want to pay mas, I don't want to join 2 mas same kades whatever the relationship"

"one more thing my name is not the sweet black, but Bagus Pratama just call Tama" said the young man slightly shouting to see me walk into the house we used to call the post.

"aahhhhh I was so ashamed that he heard me call it sweet black" when I half whispered