Married Because of Ijbar

Chapters 17. On the way Lombok

“Dek. Are you ready to make something tomorrow?”

Khayru briefly went into Maula's room before she came out because there was little business.

“Loh, what is this? So messy?” tanyanya while frowning.

“Abang not see? It sanitary supplies, camera, sandals, medicine, glasses, head set, same ...” Maula mentioned one by one from starting A Sample Z, the items she wanted to bring tomorrow.

“Ngapain bothered to bring this? Everything is in the hotel, we will stay later. All of them are getting engines again. We bring what is really needed, it is enough.”

“This is all not important, Bang?”

“Neg. It even makes our trip bother later. We just brought some clothes from home. Udah.” His feet stepped back to the door.

“O yes, don't forget your clothes, yes. That's also if you still want to take a vacation, you know. If not, it's okay.”

“I can bring a bikini, yes, Bang?!” The half-screaming maula made Khayru turn her head again. He simply replied with a hand gesture that pretended to take off his shoes and wanted to throw them towards Maula and show her wrinkled forehead.

“Ampun, Bang. Ampuuun!”

Maula chuckled Khayru with a crossed hand movement around her neck while rounding her eyeballs. “You know what it means?”

“Mati?”

“Hmm ...”

“Am yes to Bhambhang! want to kill me just for using a bikini doang.” Maula shook her head while clucking.

Two hours before departure, they have arrived at the airport because there are several things that must be taken care of related to *boarding pass*. Just waiting for a moment, the announcement of departure began to be heard from the loudspeakers.

***Your attention please, passengers of Garuda Indonesia on flight number GA328 to Lombok, please boarding from door A12, Thank you***.

***Please, passengers on Garuda Indonesia flights with flight number GA328 to Lombok are welcome to board the aircraft through door A12***.

Khayru pulled Maula's hand, while the other hand pulled a travel bag containing their belongings packed into one. They walked through the A12's door to the plane, which was about to take off as scheduled.

All the passengers began to occupy their seats while *Awardess annauncement*the incense began to sound distinctive with her melodious voice. Provide directions and announcements for a comfortable flight over the next two hours.

Khayru looked at her watch which was pointing at the number one. “We will get there around three in the afternoon local time. So we can take a nap on the plane,” he said, closing his eyes and then pulling Maula's head onto his shoulders so they both slept.

“But I'm not sleepy. We chatted, yes Bang.” Maula pulled her head from Khayru's shoulder.

“Ya. You said it. Brother dengerin while bristling. If you don't answer the question, you pat it hard on your shoulders.”

“Abang inget, no, when was the last time we Lombok?”

“When you are eight years old,” replied Khayru confidently. “Speed with Mama's birthday. We celebrate it there. *Candle light dinner* foursome by the beach. Very romantic,” he explained while commenting on a smile.

Suddenly, though, silence. Khayru opened her eyes slowly turning her eyes to Maula who was beside her. He immediately embraced it because it turned out that the middle Maula was underscored by the memories of the parents.

“Don't be sad,” clean while wiping and kissing the head end of Maula. “Mama together Papa never like to see his children grieve.”

“I'm not sad. I just miss aja.” In addition to his wet eyes, it turns out that Maula's nose is also slightly watery. He wiped it with the tip of Khayru's jacket until his nose became red, and his eyes suddenly became sleepy.

“*Ish .. slovenly it is, loh, still unchanged*.”

However, Khayru undoes the intention to flick Maula's forehead when she sees the boy begin to fall asleep on her shoulder. He only looked before finally They both fell asleep to eliminate boredom during the trip, until finally the melodious voice of the flight attendant was heard again through the loudspeaker.

*Honored Father and Mother, soon we will land at Zainuddin Abdul Madjid-Lombok International Airport, West Nusa Tenggara*.

*Current local time indicates 03 o'clock past 50 minutes in the afternoon. Conversion time 1 hour faster than time in Jakarta. Please wear seat belts, enforce seat backs, fold and lock the table and keep the footrest and vidio screen to its original place. Make sure the window next to you remains open. Laptop and**other electronic tools we kindly turn off now. We need to say that for anyone who carries and stores all forms of drugs or the like will get severe punishment, and for those of you who know to immediately report to the officers in charge, thank you*.

Khayru patted Maula's hand while whispering in her ear. “Build ... It's up.”

“Say it's not sleepy. After sleeping, the rich man fainted. Difficult to build.”

Lombok International Airport, which has now been renamed Zainuddin Abdul Madjid International Airport, is relatively small. But it can accommodate up to two million tourists every year. There is only one terminal at the airport, which is divided into two for domestic and international flight areas. 

“Finally .. holidays also.” Maula breathes the afternoon air which is quite bright and still feels warm from this island.

“You can vacation but do not disturb the concentration of your brother again work, you know,” he said while calling the hotel manager to send a driver to the airport.

“I can walk alone. My brother doesn't have to think about me.”

“Hh .. but this is a region of people. You can't go alone. Wait Brother finished work new streets.”

“Do not bother nganter me, Bang. Find me a guide. Beres.”

“No need. You can also be a guide for you.” Still with eyes that continue to look for the whereabouts of the driver who said he had arrived here since an hour ago.

“Emang basic nih Abang-abang,” complained Maula slowly. However, it was still heard clearly because his face was looking up to Khayru who looked busy.

“What?!” Khayru returned Maula's gaze while putting the phone in her pants pocket.

“It could be aappaaa just to make me. No exception during holidays like this.”

“Iya, nice dong. *All in*.” chirps with eyes Still looking in all directions for the sake of finding the whereabouts of the hotel driver.

At a glance, he faced Maula while scanning his own whole body from head to toe. “Look carefully. This is a special facility that Papa provides for his beloved daughter. Is there anything less?” His smile was full of puzzles.

“What facilities? *Overall bad*.” Maula flicked her palm as she chuckled.

“*Bad* how? Just say less brother what?”

“What brother is not wise to replace the figure of Mama with Papa who has died?”

“Or maybe less fierce as a sister on his sister?”

“Less in giving affection as a husband to his wife?”

“Or less handsome to be the girlfriend of a Maula?”

“Abang said what, anyway?”

The maula just stared with a frown. Then suddenly he laughed. “Pacar ... husband ...”

It seemed that Khayru was in a state of caliphate, fortunately someone who was waiting for him had come to save him.

“I'm sorry, I came late,” he said. A person in a hotel uniform got off a car with the same logo as the one on the uniform. “My name is Jumitri. New driver at the hotel, sir. Sorry to have let you wait so long.”

From his uniform and logo, Khayru could already tell that he was one of the employees at his hotel.

“No problem.” Khayru started to step her foot towards the car with her hands that were never stretched. There is always a Maula hand that he holds and *travel bag* in the other hand.

To be continue