Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 64

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.

The driver got into the car and handed Maula two identification cards to her employer in the back seat.

“Thank you, Sir,” said the employer while opening the car window. His eyes were still looking at Maula who continued to walk away from the cafe courtyard which still looked lonely. He looked back down at the two cards in his hand while widening the corners of his lips.

Why relented? You should have been angry.

“Street, Sir!” he told the driver while wearing sunglasses and then closing the car window. They also passed with a slightly damaged car on the front.

“Where, Mister?”

“workshop, Sir.”

Arriving at the workshop, the employer continued the journey to a place by taxi. He left the driver and his car there because there were still important things he had to take care of.

“Pak, wait for the car until it is fixed. Later I will tell you where you have to pick me up,” he said before taking a taxi.

“Good, Mr.” The driver was again watching the mechanic who was checking the damage to the car while chatting.

“Abis accident where, Sir?” ask the mechanic while taking a quick glance.

The driver laughed at the question of the mechanic who suddenly frowned afterwards.

“This was a deliberate accident, Mas,” the answer is still chuckling.

“Loh, really, weird. Anybody invited their own death?”

“No, coke. My employer just asked to make a small impact aja.” His eyes were still following the motion of the mechanic's hand. “I am an impromptu driver. Nyetir is still training. Do not know also if a little impact can cause damage like this, Mas.”

“Crumble Zone is deliberately made fragile, for the safety of the human soul, Mr.”

“Loh, no mudeng, i.”

“Made fragile to dampen the impact so as not to continue up to the cabin. So, the driver will stay safe during an accident.”

“So, yes, Mas.”

“Not to mention if this car hit a human. Shadow only if this is designed too strong,” said the mechanic while patting the monocoque body. “The car may survive, but the consequences will be very fatal for the victim hit,” he explained while starting to repair.

“Oh that, yes.” The driver understood. The chat continues to relieve boredom while waiting. At the end of the story, the driver whispers something to the mechanic. He was a little pushy because this was the request of his employer. After the strange Master called directly to the owner of the workshop, his request was granted.

“This is bill. Payment has been paid by the car owner,” said the owner of the workshop.

The driver kissed a piece of paper with another name-bill-while smiling with satisfaction, a sign that his mission from the employer had been successfully carried out. The next mission, he had to pass the bill to the Maula-girls he met this morning. He just had to wait for the Master to give the order.

After a few days, Maula did not seem to see the whereabouts of Cahyono in front of the cafe. Several times he prepared food for her.

“Loh, really, brought the food again? She doesn't come anymore, don't you want to eat?” dandi asked casually, but his hands were always busy.

“It seems, Mas Dandi does not need to make food for Mas Cahyo again deh, from now on.” He put the food plate back in front of Dandi.

“Why?”

“Udah these few days right he does not exist.”

“Where is he?”

“Not knowing,” answered while slicking the shoulder. “Yes, Mom, I'm back, yeah. I want to shower first. Tar return again here.”

“OK,” replied Dandi without glancing at him as he was busy concocting a cup of customer-ordered capuccino.

When Maula was opening the door of her car, she suddenly saw the figure of a man with a slightly dark skin was back sitting in front of the cafe. Finally he just put the bag and laptop into the car and closed it back. He paused the intention to go home and return inside the cafe to pick up the food he had prepared a few minutes ago.

“Mas! Wait, Mas!”

Dandi almost devoured the already cold toast. However, the voice of Maula managed to prevent it.

“There's Mas Cahyo, tuh. Let me give her food to her.”

“But it's cold, loh.” Put the bread back on the plate.

“The important thing is still clean. If make it again even long.” Without saying much, Maula brought the plate outside.

I don't know what made Dandi chuckle while looking at the excited Maula going outside. Could Dandi be reminded of a mole on Cahyo's cheek? Or ... she remembered Cahyo's thin mustache? Or maybe, dark skin that is either innate or even because it rarely takes a bath? He tried to guess what was the attraction of Cahyo so far.

“Where to, Mas?” maula exclaimed as she placed a plate and a glass of mineral water on a long bench, where Cahyo sat while playing his guitar.

Cahyo who still had not expected the arrival of Maula, just looked at her with a smile.

“Wahh!! Cahyo has a guitar?” Maula became interested in sitting next to him.

Jinggg ....

Cahyo nodded after playing one guitar passage with a smile.

“Wah!! Cahyo a lot of money dong now. Pantesan already do not want to come here again.” kelakar Maula while reviewing a smile.

“There is little to make Mbak Maula tract,” reply is still with a typical Javanese accent.

“You buy me what I eat, Mas?” Maula just idly responded to Cahyo's joke that today seems a little different, maybe because the guitar she brought, made it a little cool in Maula's eyes.

“What aja, whatever. Want ice cream or ... eat satay, maybe.”

“Kok, know my favorite food?”

Suddenly, Cahyo laughed while playing his mustache. “I even just knew that it was Maula's favorite food. It was just coming out of my mouth, you know, Mbak.”

Maula looked at the dark-skinned man's face. “Feelings, just this time I saw Mas Cahyo laughing? Mas Cahyo again happy, yes?”

All this time, Maula only saw Cahyo sitting, pensive, not much to say let alone joking. This is what made Maula feel sorry for him. But today he looks different than usual.

“Because today again a lot of money, Ma'am,” he said while issuing several dull sheets with a nominal of ten thousand, he said, five thousand and I don't know how many pieces of money two thousand from his jeans jacket pocket.

“Yes, that's enough to make my treat, Mas,” joked Maula with a smile.

“Tomorrow I ngamen again find extra.”

Maula chuckled because she felt funny with the Javanese accent that came out of Cahyo's mouth. “I'm kidding, Mas. Do not treat me all,” he said while rising from the seat while pointing to a plate of toast with slai contents in it.

“The bottle may have been cold. If it is not good, please ask for a new one with Mas Dandi. I have to go home now.”

“I eat, kok.” Cahyo immediately devoured a piece of bread. However, he seemed to stop for a moment while rounding his eyes when he felt the smell of peanut butter in the bread.

“Slow-slow it, Mas.” Maula pulled out a bottle of mineral water as she thought, Cahyo is choking.

“Makasih,” said Cahyo with a full mouth and then opened the seal of the drink and gulped it after swallowing the bread. Supposedly, he did not swallow the bread, but .. he could not possibly spit it out in front of the Maula.

“Good. I'm home, yes, Mas.” While moving to the place where he parked his car. Maula pressed the horn, as her car came out of the cafe courtyard and passed the smiling seat of Cahyo towards her.

When he arrived in front of the house, Maula stopped the car because there was blocked by Aldi's car and another car that was right in front of the gate. It was like there was a small commotion that made Maula frown and then come out to confirm the true incident.

Just a moment ago, when Aldi drove Katia home, someone was already standing there against the newly arrived Katia. Nursyam apparently found Katia's place of residence and did not want to stop to disturb her. Aldi is brave, stand up to protect Katia. He tells Nursyam that Katia is his future wife. No one should bother Katia unless she has to deal with Aldi. He had also summoned Ferdi and Mang Sodik to forcibly expel Nursyam. They took the man and forced him into his car which blocked the road. For the second time, Nursyam returned without a twist, but he still did not accept if it turns out Katia will fall into the hands of other men besides herself.

“What is this storm?” mula exclaimed while looking at the Nursyam car that passed through it.

“Nothing. You guys just go in.” Aldi advised Ferdi and Mang Sodik to keep the house safe, because they are only male residents in this house.

“Who is he, Brother?” asked Maula as they entered the house. The angry man's face seemed to have never been seen before.

“Let's just the story, yeah. Now take a shower first, gih!” Katia pushed Maula's body so that she would immediately enter the room. They would meet again at the dinner table after cleaning up.

One WhatsApp message and call appeared on Katia's phone screen, as she exited the bathroom.

\[Kat, sorry, yes, I said you were my future wife.\] Chat from Aldi because the installment never lifted.

\[Father, Mr. Aldi. Apparently, Mr. Aldi's words were quite helpful. I should have said thanks, but I forgot.\]

\[Hahaha .. but it's not free, you know. You have to pay by making me coffee every day at the office.\]

\[Beres\] Chat closing from Katia to Aldi.

To Be Continued ....

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