Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 39. Durian trail collapses

Dinner time's coming. Maula accompanied Katia in the living room while Khayru opened the door for her guests. Suryadi's lawyer came with his son-Aldian Syahputra Suryadi. In addition to accompanying his father, Aldi also brought an invitation for his engagement to Risa, then gave it to Khayru.

“So the show, tomorrow the day after, yes, Al?” ask her while reading the contents of the invitation.

“Lo equals Maula must dateng.”

“For sure, I try to come,” he replied while closing the invitation that read the gold ink.

“Sit down, Om. I call Katia and Maula inside.” Khayru stepped foot into another room. Before long, he returned with two women who brought snacks and drinks in his hands. Khayru also introduced Katia to Aldi and his father. Because maybe in the future, Katia will also manage the company together. However, they had to confirm Katia's identity first. Katia showed me all the documents she had and put them on the table.

“Aldi, help papa check these documents,” ask the Lawyer on his son. Not only Aldi, Khayru also opened one by one.

“Katia Alfi Mayasari S.Ak Aldi read Katia's full name on the family card. “You are an accountant?” aldi asked a little hesitating because this was their first meeting.

“I took S1 majoring in Accounting because it happened to get a 'Bidikmisi' scholarship at the University of Mataram,” he replied a little embarrassed.

“Dikmission? Scholarships for truly outstanding students?” ask the lawyer while showing admiration.

“Accomplishments but poor, to be exact, Sir,” replied Katia with a smile.

“I wonder, why did you choose to be Assistant manager at our hotel?” Khayru remembered Katia's position at her Hotel in Lombok.

“Because of the job vacancies available at that time was only Assistant manager, Mr.” Katia laughs. “Again I have not been so confident to become an Accountant or the like.”

Maula sighed while tapping her head with a knuckle. “Looks like I'm the only one whose head is empty. No pinter-pinter my brain,” murmured.

“That's why you don't have to pinter. If it is also imposed later that ngajarin you even stress.”

“Although not papa huh if I do not pass SMA?” ask him while glancing.

“Why is Brother? You will be ashamed too. Ha ha ha ...”

Seeing Khayru laugh at her to the satisfaction, Maula smacked a fist on her husband's thigh. “That's a sign the husband doesn't care about his wife. So not ashamed if his wife did not graduate school.”

“Everything diligently learn so that her husband is not ashamed.” Khayru pulled Maula's head in a fit of rage until she screamed that she was nearly entangled by Khayru's hand, which had been coiled around her neck.

It was not until mid-night that they had finished examining the documents. The result is certain that Katia is indeed the nephew of Mr. Zul. He's the only brother Maula has. And Khayru will introduce him as one of the company's shareholders apart from giving him an important position in the future.

Before saying goodbye, Aldi invites Katia verbally to come on the day of her engagement which will be held at Risa's house. Considering he didn't bring any more invitations when he came to this house.

“InsyaAllah, I will come with Maula and Pak Iru. Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Aldi.”

After the guests actually went home, they returned to the room. However, Khayru said that from tomorrow, Katia can come to the office.

“Good. If I'm ready, I'll come. I need a job, but I'll start from the bottom. Give me a position as Cleaning Service only, it is enough.”

“Yeah, Brother Tia it's all right, anyway? Shareholder period, position Cleaning Service?”

“If it's more than that, I don't want to work.”

“Ya, whatever. Work or not, starting later the monthly money will go into your account.”

“Loh ..?”

“Goodnight, happy resting.” Before Katia protested and asked a lot more, Khayru left her while pulling Maula's shoulder.

Katia came in and closed the door. He accidentally saw a lot of incoming messages on his phone. There were a lot of missed calls as well when he was still in the living room. He was only able to sleep after talking at length when calling back the number that contacted him.

“Abang where to go?” Maula is awake.

“You said there are a lot of mosquitoes here, so you want to sleep in your room.”

“And I killed the mosquito, Bang. I'll be Kang Ronda every night.”

“If so, make sure no mosquitoes bother you. Brother wants to sleep well tonight.”

“Ya already, let's go to bed again.” Maula patted the bed beside her. Then gently rubbed her husband's hair that began to break down.

“You are rich mom-mak,” said Khayru while closing her eyes.

“From on Brother, rich baby boy. Same mosquitoes are afraid. ” reply spontaneously make Khayru chuckle.

“If the mosquito is big anyway, Brother is not afraid.”

In a bedtime chat, Maula has always been the first person to go first. However, he had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night blind as he had said a while ago. It was then that Khayru just drifted away in her dream. In other words, they have different sound schedules.

Well, the habit of the clock as soon as you wake up yourself, his mind when you wake up while staring at the wall clock that points to the number 2 in the morning. He shook his head because there was not the slightest bit of drowsiness when it was this way. All she did was stare while touching the face of her sleeping husband. He kissed the man's lips once. But now it has become a habit.

The hell do you always have to do this? Obviously the man is not willing. Hhh!!

Bodo is so happy, he doesn't know. The important thing is that I can sleep again.

If I get caught, I'll pretend to avoid it. Hi hi ...

Maula began to feel her husband's face and then close her face until there was no distance.

Unfortunately, it turns out that this time Khayru deliberately stayed awake. You're a bad mosquito! without changing the sleeping position in the slightest.

Despite all that, Khayru still let Maula run the action. In fact, he had to endure a half-dead laugh in order not to disturb the Maula who was playing around with her lips.

Like with his new toy. That's what the current maula is like.

Blind this morning. Khayru woke up, but did not immediately go to the bathroom. He just sat in front of the mirror observing his own lips.

“Bang!” call Maula while wriggling.

“Awoke up, huh?”Khayru twisted her body. “Enight many mosquitoes, no?”

“Nothing, Bang. Safe,” he replied while closing the mouth that was yawning.

“But, really, there's another trace.”

“Masa? Try me see.” Maula wakes up and approaches. Holding her husband's chin, she seemed to be thinking. “This is not because of being bitten by a mosquito, his lips, but abis ketiban duren collapsed.” Maula took off her husband's chin and went to the bathroom.

Khayru patted her head while shaking her head. “Ya karim ... What kind of girl is Bajay Bajuri, anyway? Ngeles teroooooss.”

“Abang! Thank God, yes, Bang! Abis ketiban duren!” tease Maula before closing the door.

“The durian is you. The mosquito is you too. When will I ngaku? You brat! Brother give me a lesson later.”

The To Be Continued....