Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 65.

Cahyono walks into the cafe with his guitar. He approached Maula who was sitting with Pram at one of the tables where he and his friends were gathered. Rere as usual, he sat at the cashier's desk while Nikita, he was busy helping Dandi while chatting, sometimes his voice sounded quite loud when laughing. I don't know what they discussed, which must be increasingly familiar days.

Jinggg ....

The sound of the guitar was heard again accompanied by his false voice. Chanting mixed lyrics of the deceased's sari known as Didi kempot-artists from Surakarta.

Wis sakmestine ati iki nelongso

Wong seng tresnani mblenjani promise

Opo ora eling naliko

Jroning -- scented flower kebak

He had not finished singing one verse, suddenly stoned with blasphemy because his voice was not pleasant to hear.

“Adduuh ...,” muttered Rere while looking at Nikita and Dandi who held a smile while sniffing her shoulders. They immediately approached Cahyo before the customer interrupted with his voice.

“Mas! Mas! Read that, right? Here free commenting, Mas.” Rere came snatching while Dandi just looked up while raising an eyebrow, occasionally he shook his head while holding back a laugh. And Nikita as well.

Cahyo also frowned while looking over. “Ya Ndak. I didn't ask to be paid, did I? I am free, really, love entertainment for Maula.” replied ngeyel.

“Yes, but the others are distracted, Mas. Tuh see them ... on the ear cap, right?”

“I don't care, I just want to entertain Maula Maula. That's aja.” Stick with his medok style.

Actually, Maula did not hear what song Cahyo sung because his ears were always connected to the earphones that he had just released after seeing people swarming around him. He sighed then asked Dandi to make a plate of food.

“Mas Cahyo wait for me outside, yes. Later I bring food,” said Maula try to mediate.

While Cahyo is seen extending his hand towards Pram-lecturer handsome and also smart. “Known my name Basuki, Mas,” introduce myself with a rancid face.

“Loh, instead of Mas's name Cahyono, yes?” ask Rere astonished.

“Egh ...” He scratched his neck. “Basuki Cahyono I mean. In the village, I was called Basuki. Love it, Ma'am.”

“Ya is there! Wait outside.” Rere pointed at the empty table outside with a waistline.

Cahyo nodded as she glanced at Pram who was looking at her with a smile. He returns to singing while playing his guitar at the front desk. Not afraid to disturb the ears of others anymore because there are not too many visitors who sit while hanging out.

Maula stopped behind Cahyo while carrying a plate in her hand, when she heard the fake voice of the man singing a fragment of the song 'HALF HEART' which was popularized by the band Element in 2002. Maula does not know what the title of the song is and who the owner is, because maybe when the song was popular, she was just born into the world. As he remembered, someone often sang the song on the balcony.

“Abang! The song is so romantic, huh?” sela Maula who sat facing each other while living the song performed by Khayru.

“This is a song for you,” he said while glancing and then continue the unfinished song accompanied by a guitar game.

“Wah, so sweet.” The girl who was looking at him while propping up her chin immediately got up and stood behind while wrapping her hands around Khayru's neck. “Continue, Bang! I like the song. Romantically. Match with voice Brother.”

“Only the last three stanzas. Brother does not like the lyrics of the first two verses in this song,” he said. There are really only the last three verses that Maula always hears from that song. And this was the first time he knew the lyrics of a song complete with the first two verses.

Time keeps passing

Without me knowing there is only me and memories

Still remembered clearly

The last smile you gave me

I never tried

And I don't want to fill my heart with another love

'I'll leave a vacuum in my life

When I have to love

And sharing that heart with you

But if 'I have to be without you

Will stay alive without b ....

Cahyo did not continue with the song as she accidentally saw the Maula from the transparent glass that reflected a bit of her shadow.

“Mbak Maula, really, standing there? Stunned by my golden voice, after all?” cahyo asked as he glanced back.

So like that, the two lyrics of Maula's favorite song that Khayru has never sung so far. It turns out not romantic, but pathetic, her inner.

Maula immediately sat down while putting the dishes on the table. The light hit his wet eyes, making his black bead look dazzling.

“Sing again the first two stanzas, Mas,” pinta Maula.

Cahyono simply shook his head and placed the guitar on the empty seat.

“Why?”

“Ndak. I don't like it with the first stanza.”

“About with su .. hhh My brother.” Maula almost spoke wrongly. “He also doesn't like the first stanza. Looks like, everyone doesn't like ya with the first two stanzas?” he said while shaking his shoulders.

“What is Maula? How have I never met you? Never been here, anyway?” he asked like a curious person.

Maula only commented a smile while nodding.

“Indeed, where is he, Ma'am?”

“Ada .. in my heart, hehe ...” Smilingly. Sounds like a joke. Made Cahyono snort a little.

“I'm serious, Ma'am. The answer is kidding.”

“Serious .. I am serious.” Maula tried to convince. “She's the second male after Papa, who has a place in my heart.”

“Third one ... new husband, so?”

“Hahaha .. unfortunately in my heart there are only two places, Mas. There is no third slot,” he said while shaking his head.

“Ahahaha .. Mas Cahyo's idea is brilliant too, later I want to put my husband in the trash can if it is.”

“Duh wrestling, ngapura cah iki.” (God, forgive this girl). While looking up.

Cahyo picked up the chopsticks Maula brought along with the spaghetti that was forgotten because of the preoccupation with chatting from earlier. Seeing the behavior of the girl in front of him, Cahyo wanted to stick the chopsticks into the dimple of his cheek Maula, but Maula dodged while laughing.

“Yes Allah, Sampe forgot. Spaghetti cold hunt.”

“Actually I want to eat this from earlier, but fear is not for me.” Cahyo started stirring up Spagheti before devouring it.

“Allaahhh .. pretend not to know, deh. Who else is it for? I bring it, especially for Mas Cahyo, kok.” pout Maula.

“Kan, I'm flattered. Unfortunately, there is no place in Maula's heart. Try if there is, mbok I wis ngundang staircase teparo ing village kanggo nglamar sampeyan, Jeng.”(I've invited the neighbors of the village to propose to you, Ma'am).

“Mas, roaming acute if the sampeyan speak Javanese.”

“I mean, if there is still a place, want me to invite the neighbors to your room, so.”

“Oo .. gitu.” Rounding his lips. “Iya, Mas. I also just realized, if it turns out the quota in my heart is over. There is no place anymore.”

“Indeed, can't ya, throw away the old one replace the new one?”

“Udah I tried sliding, still can not, Mas.”

“That cute lecturer, still can't?”

Maula nodded back. “That song earlier, what's the title, Mas?”

“Hide of heart,” he replied as he devoured the already cold spaghetti and felt a little hard. “That song was so popular, when I was in school. Surely you were a baby at that time, Ma'am.”

Maula typed two words in the search engine while putting earphones in her ears. The lyrics of the song he was looking for on his mobile screen and sang it in a soft voice.

Time keeps passing

Without me knowing there is only me and memories

Still remembered clearly

The last smile you gave me

I never tried

And I don't want to fill my heart with another love

'I'll leave a vacuum in my life

When I have to love

And sharing that heart with you

But if 'I have to be without you ....

Cahyo suddenly stopped her hand. He put the chopsticks on the plate that left food on it. He saw Maula singing the song while closed. From the corner of his eye drained a clear circle that he was not aware of.

Cahyo left quietly without saying anything. He let Maula with her sad song. While from the glass partition that limits the inside and outside, there are some people who stand watching them since Cahyo managed to make Maula laugh out loud, until Maula cried over the song she sang. They just exchanged glances and then took a deep breath. Everyone could now know the contents of Maula's true heart, but did not know why it was only on Cahyono that he said all. Was it only that man who could make Maula's heart feel at ease?

Having just finished dinner, Maula returns to her room to study. Sit cross-legged on his bed while turning on his laptop and stacking the books he will learn.

A subtle knock came from the door. He took off the earphones, it turned out that the knock on the door was very hard accompanied by a shout Neneng called him.

“Non! Open door! There's a guest, Non!” It seemed like Neneng was a little tired of calling over and over again.

“Sorry, Neng. No wonder,” he said while opening the door. Maula chuckled as she pointed at the earphones on her neck.

“Ah, Enon. Abis already Neneng's voice, nih.” He rubbed his throat almost dry.

“Iya, sorry, sorry. What's up, anyway?”

“There are guests, below. Down, gih!”

“Guest? Nights like this? What girl is a guy?”

“Hmm .. adult male,” replied Neneng while grinning.

“Ya told me to wait a minute, deh. Ask Tia's sister who was victorious first, yes.”

To Be Continued ....