Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 68

“Where, Deck, CCTV recording in cafe, no?” Katia pushed the dirty dishes used to eat that immediately neatened the same Bik Sulis

“Tadi mornin, anyway, there was. I haven't made a copy yet because the electricity went out. I cheque again, no,” he replied as he grabbed a glass of water, the dinner cover.

“Loh, really, nothing? Did you ask Dandi?”

“So morning I asked for help he made a copy, but the cake he was busy. The recording is also already said all power out.”

“You don't feel, weird?” tanyanya, flat.

“Yes, strange man, brother. The strangest thing, it turns out they deliberately nabrakin his car to my car. This is not an accident.”

“Bentar, outside there are guests, deh.” Katia turned her head towards the main door. There was a bell coming from there, he tried to see it. He came back shortly with a smile.

“Who, Brother?”

“Tamu for you. Meet, gih.” Katia is still smiling, but the only annoying driver who invited her to meet at the police station, last night.

“Who, anyway, Brother? Very often there are guests malem-malem.” Forced to get up lazily from the seat because Katia had already pulled her hand.

“You're coming again, Sir?” Maula sat in the living room, facing the annoying driver. “I hope this time, Mr bring my ID.”

“Sorry, anu, Mbak ..” The driver hesitated to say it.

“Anu why, Sir?”

“My employer said ... His ID card was when he was dating his girl, i-that's what I mean.”

“What?!” Maula did not think. It's getting more and more absurd. “What kind of reason is this, sir?” His tone was still very flat.

“I-iya. He said no papa, the cost of repairing his car, pay half aja because he claimed wrong to have lost his Mbak ID card, so, Mbak.”

Maula snorted slightly as she got up from her seat. “Please tell your employer, half of which I do not want to pay unless he comes to me. Sorry I stayed. I have to learn.” Maula leaves Katia and the driver in the living room.

“I've come!”

The voice sounded after three steps of Maula swinging her legs. Suddenly, made him stop and nail himself. Try to make sure the hearing is because the sound is so close.

“To face you ...,” he said this time more slowly.

Maula twisted her body, looking at the man who appeared suddenly before her. However, the world that had been spinning very slowly within a period of one year, suddenly stopped. All the objects around him no longer moved, there were only the two of them staring at each other, there was only the night wind that continued to rustle with messages of longing that were increasingly touching. There were only two pairs of reddened eyeballs, unable to let each other out of sight. Lips that are tightly locked, unable to say what the heart wants to say. In fact, to run into an embrace is no longer possible. To feel his touch could no longer. The eyes that could still stare at it, powerless to hold back the warm vortex that was now falling on his cheek. Just standing like this. Stay like this.

Khayru only commented on a meaningful smile. To step closer and wipe her tears, she did not dare. In fact, his hand was outstretched. However, it ended up just putting that palm over the head of the Maula without touching it.

Aldi who came with him earlier, patted Khayru's shoulder as if waking up all the dead things in this house. Including Maula, it immediately broke free from the array of illusions that filled its head.

This isn't a dream. While squinting his eyes.

“He's home, Maula.” Aldi embraced Khayru's shoulder which was still standing before him. His words seemed to confirm that Maula was not dreaming at this time.

Her lips only smiled slightly while looking down. Katia embraced it while bringing their faces closer to touch.

“Where, gag?” katia whispers that Aldi and Khayru can still hear.

When she realized Katia's question, Maula suddenly became misbehaved. He almost nodded, but there was no way he could answer that in front of Khayru.

“I ... sleepy,” he said as he rubbed his eyes until they looked redder.

“Kok, sleepy? His guest has not been called.”

“Anu ... Where was the driver, huh, sister?” Maula looked around, turning her face to the right and to the left, but when her gaze accidentally passed on Khayru's face, she found it smiling at her. Makes him go wrong.

“Aduh, why the hell, sir Sir Driver sucks it? There is already his master. Please want you apain?” Katia pulls Maula's arm to the sofa. “On all stand, don't pegel it?”

“That is not the driver, brother, but his employer.” Maula swerved towards Khayru who was currently no more than an employer than the driver who hit her car.

“Yeah, Mr Aldi hasn't had dinner yet?”

“Have been, but today's energy came out all-out just for this one guy nabokin.” He pointed at Khayru with his eyes and mouth.

Katia stood up. He understood Aldi's intention to leave Maula and Khayru so he could talk to each other.

“Ayo Mas Aldi I'll eat dinner first.” The call 'Mas' made Aldi anxious to slur.

“Well, that's dong. Prospective husbands can eat too, not just made coffee at work.” Canda Aldi was greeted by a blink of an eye by Katia.

“Eh! You guys?!” Predictably from his face, Khayru was curious about their relationship.

“Since when, Brother?” Maula also just this time heard the 'prospective husband' between them.

“Let's just tell us. This time, it was our turn to show off. Yes, no, baby?” Aldi was delighted to see the faces of Maula and Khayru at this time. Can no longer show off the romance as before.

“Ish! Basic,” muttered Khayru while turning her face away.

They both live in the midst of awkwardness. Somehow it melts this extreme atmosphere. Both are at a loss for words. Lucky to still be able to ask each other's news while throwing a smile, even though after that back to silence.

Maula held out an open palm, adding to the doubts Khayru felt to guess what the purpose of her hand was. Maybe the girl is asking for a handshake. He tried to answer. However, Maula quickly put their hands away.

“KTP-ku,” clear while pursing lips.

“ough ... yes, geez.” Khayru touched her forehead with her palm while hiding her face in embarrassment. Then reach into the jacket pocket to get Maula's ID card.

“Sorry,” said he was clumsy, while pulling the small object.

“Abang accidentally hit my car? Want to find out about me?”

“Ahahaha ..” The laughter sounded light. However, not long since he saw Maula continue to look at him. “Pak Darya who drove,” he said to protect themselves if at any time Maula became angry because of it.

“Abang who told him to take my car, continue to bring this ID card for days.” Raising the card in his hand.

Khayru could not say anything, only holding her breath while raising an eyebrow.

“Abang also told the driver to come for compensation worth 130 million. Actually why do this?”

Khayru raised her eyebrows higher and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

“Sekongkol same Mas Dandi, continue ... who else about?”

“Mas Aldi - no, really, Maula ..!” yell Aldi just finished dinner.

“Hh, Mas Aldi?” cibir Khayru's.

Apparently, Aldi followed Bi Sulis, Tini and also Neneng. Unimaginable were their expressions when they suddenly saw that the Master was in this house.

“Master! Geez, Mister!” Bi Sulis stared at Khayru from the tip of her hair to her feet.

“Thank God, sir did not forget the way home.” Tini breathes a sigh of relief.

“Tuannn!! Neneng kangen very much the same sir. Oh, my gosh, can you hug, no, sir? One time aja.” Neneng came last while stretching out both his hands. However, he immediately corrected his words while hugging Maula. “Neneng kidding, Non. Enon kangen, isn't he, same sir? Kangen, right? It must be a real miss. This must be a great no doubt.”

If it is like this, the only way, Maula must pretend sleepy, then enter the room. If not, he will be bullied on ART. He was flattering before his face was flushed and hot. Though, tonight sure, he couldn't possibly sleep. In fact, when the engine of the yellow car was lit in the yard, Maula was still standing behind the window.

Khayru who was ready to drive his car back to Pak Kiai's house, he took the opportunity to open the car window and waved his hand towards Maula's room which was still burning. She knew, Maula had not slept, therefore she smiled looking at the slightly open window of the room.

“Good night!”

To Be Continued ....