Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 63

Before long, Vidiocall was connected. The fugitive's face appeared so curious to see Maula's face. Silently, the camera pointed at Maula.

“Dan, Dan ...? it .... it ... who, Dan?” khayru's voice was heard directly in Dandi's ear through the earphones.

“Yang again sit with Maula it's called Pram. He's Maula's lecturer. This time did Iru see it? Though he comes every day, loh, Mas.”

Hearing the name Khayru, Maula and Pram called, Nikita immediately took one of the TWS (True wireless earphones) from Dandi's ear because he wanted to know what Dandi was talking about. Spontaneously, Dandi asked Nikita to face the direction she was leaning against the table. This is so that they look like they are chatting together and do not invite suspicion from people around them. Dandi also put his index finger on the lips so that Nikita does not make a fuss.

“Name Pram? W-why did that teacher come there? What....he often comes to Maula's house as well? Do they often sit alone?”

“Dan? What do you know about that teacher? Why didn't you tell me from the beginning, Dan?” From his voice that flocked Dandi with many questions, it seemed that Khayru was being curious. Dandi said the man came every day for a semester. It's just that this time there's a chance Khayru sees them sitting together. Every day they sit at the same table. Actually, they don't sit alone. There was always Nikita or the others, but since Dandi called Nikita, so this time Khayru only saw them with the scenery as it is now.

While later, Maula moved from her seat and came to Dandi and Nikita who seemed to be talking face to face. Dandi immediately shifted the phone to hide it from Maula's vision.

“What are you chatting about? It looks so cool.”

“Just the music, La.” Nikita returns the TWS to Dandi's ears with as much supernatural an attitude as possible. “Why, La?”

“Bikinin food for Mas Cahyono, dong. Later when you're done, call me,” pinta Maula.

“What do you want, La? Waffle, potatto wedges or sanwich?” ask Dandi while turning off the phone.

“What ajalah, Mas. If you can, rather filling.”

Dandi immediately turned on the stove after filling the small pot with water to boil.

“Such attention Mas Cahyo?” goda Nikita prank.

“Eh! We must thank him. You see, he takes care of our cafe every malem.”

“Bene, La. I also saw him on CCTV,” said Dandi while putting two packs of raw spaghetti into boiling water and then put a frying pan on another stove.

“What's he not coming home for?”

“I talked to him. He said he didn't have a home. Tuna Wisma,” firmly Maula. “Kasian's right? If I was a big kasian.”

“Just cassian, huh? Are you sure you have a crush?” Nikita is getting more and more concerned about her.

“Naksy?” Maula's forehead frowned until it folded.

“Yes, did you say you want to find a husband who is far from perfect? Let there be no actors among you. Inget, no?”

Dandi who was stirring the sauce on the pan, spontaneously laughed, but his agile hands still worked. He drained the spaghetti and put it on a plate. Drain it with sauce and arrange it as beautifully as possible.

“Hahaha .. if that happens, I'm sure there will be no such thing as an actor, but not sure it can be safe from the player anyway, La.”

“And who will be a player in the front row, that's the person. Hahaha ..” Nikita pointed at the older brother who was still sitting at her desk. “Times anyway, Kak Pram can lose by Cahyo?”

“What are you talking about? Do not need to, bandingin Cahyo equal Pram? I'm just kasian with Mas Cahyo, but if I'm a match with him, I have no problem,” he said while leaving with a plate of spaghetti that had just been made by Dandi. “Oh yes, thanks for the spaggeti.” He turned back while lifting the plate he was carrying.

Nikita just shook her head and then glanced at Dandi who was looking at her while raising her eyebrows.

In Katia's room, before she goes to bed. The sound of the phone kept ringing. Katia was a little scared every time that happened. Worried that Nursyam might contact him again. However, many business relations also contacted him to that number. He had to look at the screen to see who was calling.

He breathed a sigh of relief while rubbing his chest because the one who called turned out to be Khayru. Not Nursyam. *Alhamdulillah*.

“Finally, Mr. Iru called as well. Don't tell me just want to ask Maula, yes, sir?”

“Indeed, what should I ask besides Maula?” answer's relaxed.

“Working problems, for example?”

“I'm not interested in office issues, Kat. I trust you both.”

“If you only miss Maula can call her person directly, sir?”

“Not miss, Kat. I just want to ask who is the man who is close to Maula right now? Anu .. the Pram it .. who is he?”

“Hm ... Pram it ...” Katia stopped her words for a moment. “As Mr. Iru said first, there will be a good man who wants to propose Maula. Well, this Pram may be the guy, Mr.”

“What?! Pram has asked Maula? Is that right, Kat? You're kidding, right?”

“B-not kepo, but .. I still have to make sure if he is a man for Maula or not? Even if I'm nobody else, I still care. I. ... still have the same responsibility as the late Papa,” Khayru replied while continuing to think whether this spontaneous answer sounded reasonable or not.

“Ahaha .. have Mr. Iru. If kangen just said it. I understand Mr. Iru's feelings as well as the current Maula. Don't let you regret being too busy testing each other's feelings.”

“Feelings Maula ...? What do you know about how Maula feels? Didn't he find my replacement? I don't want to let it go.”

“You sure you want to let go?”

“As long as he is happy. All I can do for his happiness.”

“Akh .. geez. I'm so moved to hear it.” Either he should praise or scold. Because in reality, Khayrulah who has brought the happiness of Maula far from her life.”

“Pak Iru did whatever it took to see Maula happy until closing her eyes to see her sadness for one last knowing.”

“What sadness, Kat? I see it even if it's just from a photo or Vidio. He always smiles and laughs. I've never seen his moody face.”

“That's because he had his own time to vent his grief.”

“You mean?”

“I often caught him in the bathroom. He often cried himself while turning on the water tap so that his voice could not be heard by anyone. No matter how much I comforted him, I still couldn't. I have to how is Mr Iru? I don't want to see a Maula like that.”

Ever since they ended the conversation on the phone, Khayru had only spent time sitting in contemplation. He recalled the habit of Maula since childhood who always sat in the bathroom if his heart was sad. However, Maula was still able to vent her anger until her heart was relieved. Unlike the current Maula who tends to hold back her true feelings. Until Katia said that her heart was almost never happy.

Why does Khayru's heart feel like it's sliced when he hears a reality that is far from his expectations all along. Katia also said that if the destruction of the heart of Maula, there used to be Khayru where she complained. Unlike the time that rolled over the past year, Maula had actually lost half of her life.

“Yes Allah. How do I return the time that has passed? Restores the happiness of the lost mamaula. Even if I came to him, maybe his heart was closed. He will see me as a wound. My arrival will only bring out sad memories. What should I do to make amends, O Allah.” Khayru shook her head when she could only blame herself.

A week later, Maula arrived in front of the cafe. Want to park the car at the end, which is lined with cars owned by Dandi, Nikita and Rere. Suddenly a car hit the back until both of their cars suffered a little damage. Maula immediately got out of her car, as well as the driver who was driving behind her.

“Yes geez. I'm sorry, Mr.” Maula observed parts of their car that were equally damaged.

“Well, how is it, Ma'am? My employer can be mad big on me!” said the driver who was worried because he had to bear the damage to his master's car. Actually it is not the fault of Maula because the position of the driver was the one who hit the car Maula.

“Yes, how are you, sir? My car is also damaged, this.” Touching the broken back light. Maybe the impact was pretty hard.

“But my employer's car is worse, Ma'am. That broken the front, again. Mbak must replace the cost of damage anyway.”

The driver who clearly made a mistake, instead blamed Maula all-out. However, considering that the driver was about to get into trouble with his employer, Maula chose to budge.

“Good, Sir. Please take this employer's car to the workshop. When finished, I will pay all the cost, agree?”

“What if the Mbaknya suddenly run away? I pay pake what later?”

“Yeah, I can't escape. You come back to this place again. You can meet me anytime. I studied there.” Maula pointed to the campus which was only a few hundred meters away from the cafe.

“What is the guarantee that Mbak will not run away?”

Maula sighed while shaking her head, then took out a business card. “I have to rush to class, so can't stop by the ATM. Just hold my business card. My phone is at that number.” While preparing to leave the cafe.

“Wait, Ma'am! What if this business card does not belong to the Mba?”

“Astagfirullah! Do I need to give my ID to Mr?” Maula shows the KTP with the same name as the one in the business card. Without cue, the driver did not have the character to take the ID card from Maula's hand.

“I will return this ID after Mbak pay off the cost of repairing this car.”

I don't want to waste too much time arguing. Maula only agreed to the driver's will and left before it was too late.

To Be Continued ....