Married Because of Ijbar
Chapter 69
As soon as Maula saw Khayru waving her hand, she immediately closed the curtains and turned around. Just realized if the shadow might be clearly visible from the page.
Where's he going? Is this not his house anymore?
Get into bed and pull the blanket over his entire body and face. Trying to close his eyes, however, his consciousness was still awake.
That afternoon, after Aldi learned that Khayru had been in Jakarta for more than a week, he immediately came and dragged her from the cafe. Put him in the chair like a sickle.
“*Alon-alon to, Mas*. *Sampeyan or polite because I'm*. *Ta*police report, want?” He rubbed his arms while grimacing.
“*Alone-alon, alon-alon .. ndasmu*!” pekik Aldi while pulling the same mustache a fake mole on Khayru's face.
“*Sek, sek, sek ... mole'e! (the mole) mustache'e*! (whiskers)” Cahyo KW aka Khayru immediately went down to the floor to pick up his mustache and fake mole, then he put it back on even if not in the right place.
*Astagfirullah* ...! Aldi shook his head while holding back a laugh.
“Since when was this crazy, hhh ...? You're so stressed because you're away from me, right?” Aldi stood up while shaking his waist in front of him.
“Ahaha! I'm still sane, Aldi! Indiscriminate about me saying I'm crazy.” While tidying up the tall moustache next door.
“If it's not crazy, what's it called? Absurd, yes?”
“As far as you, deh. If you don't like it, I want to go back to the cafe.” He prepared to leave, but Aldi again forced him to sit down.
“Eits ... mo where to, lo? Business has not been run, want to run away aja.”
“Gue not running away, Di. If you miss, you can meet me at Mr. Kiai's house. Repot very, anyway.”
“Lo don't mess around anymore, Ru. Little boy cake knows, don't you?” Aldi pulled a velvet jeans jacket attached to Khayru's body. “Ngapain, anyway, glamorous everything?!” While releasing it violently.
Khayru sighed while raising a small smile. “After a long time not meeting Maula, it seems I need another approach with her. Moreover, everyone said that Maula changed a lot. I have to know the new Maula before she rejects me.”
“Why not ask for my help if you want PDKT?”
“It turns out he hasn't changed, Di.” Khayru's smile grew. He ignored Aldi's question. “Feelings for me are still the same as before.”
“Don't most ngarep! Lo many rivals now.” Aldi turned his face to the campus building not far from the building where he worked. The place where Maula is surrounded by students and young lecturers since studying there.
“Before, yes I think many male models of the Pram who will be rivals. Apparently, no. My only rival is one, kok.”
“Siape?”
“Cahyono.”
“Oh my God!” Aldi rolled his eyeballs while dropping down on the chair. “Now you choose, want to keep posing or want to follow my advice?”
There is no best option for Khayru because if she stays nyamar, Aldi is ready to dismantle her disguise. Meanwhile, if he follows his advice, Khayru will be back busy with the world of work. It was really a tough choice until he finally decided to meet Maula tonight. Not too bad, because his meeting tonight got him back to a youth he never had. It is fitting that his friends could not stop smiling after coming home from his girlfriend's house.
“Now fretting about something like this for your whole life, huh? Very cool with me.” Aldi punched Khayru's arm while laughing at her.
“So like this it feels, come to the girl's house? Go home with heart pounding, not koruan.”
“So forgot, right, same age lo?”
“Lo too! How old are you? Why the wedding ball? Wait for me, huh?” his cock in between driving.
“You don't understand that I'm busy!”
“Yes already, from now on we work together again. Want to marry together also come,” always.
“Gue married to whom, huh? Risa, have you escaped out of nowhere?”
“Lha, yes Katia ... said ..?”
“Ahaha...it was just a joke of me, again. Because there is a man who likes to disturb Katia, yes I said that I would be her husband. Forwardness, if joking.”
“Who's bothering Katia, Di?” Khayru glanced at a glance with a curious face.
“Needs receivables? Lo help selesein, dong, how, anyway?”
“Gue wants to help, he just refuses. Katia said, no matter how much we pay, the problem won't be solved.”
“Kok, so?”
“Maybe because Si Nursyam just ngincer Katia aja. *I don't know*.” Aldi shook his head while shrugging his shoulders.
“Fix, you must marry Katia to protect her from the Nursyam, Di.”
“Lo, think, marriage doesn't need love, what?”
“Love is number. Importantly, goodwill, responsibility, mutual loyalty, understanding, that was it. Others followed later.”
“Ceileehh, my snobs and nasihatins. In fact, his own household was sunk by a typhoon.”
“Gue promise, I will rebuild my household with Maula. If God allows us to have twenty children, then.”
“Yes ... You want to marry what would you like to make a farm, Bro?!”
“That's it, the ideals of Maula. It's up to her to have what kind of child!”
“Ya udah.” Aldi thought for a moment. “Let's sleep together.” Sounds like a joke. However, Aldi was serious about his good intentions.
“Lo lamar Katia first,” he said with a laugh. “Gue dapet yellow card from Pak Kiai, nih.” Squinting his eyes then scratching his nape. He should be able to convince Mr. Kiai that his second marriage later, not to mess around.
Actually, ten minutes ago, they arrived at Aldi's house, but no one got off Khayru's car yet, for the sake of unfinished chatter.
“Ya. Lo buruan. I went home.”
“Lo why not stay at Maula's house, anyway? It would be easier if mo deketin him.”
“Asthetic boy, dong. Ex-husband sleeps at ex-wife's house. If raided by citizens, how?”
“Which people want to raid you? They, you know that you have never been a husband and wife,” muttered Aldi while down and then closed Khayru's car. “Do not want to stay at my house, Bro?!”
“Still. Next time, though. Want to consult with Mr. Kiai!” yells. The car left in front of Aldi.
“Ceileee .. hahaha! Basic!”
At 07:00 in the morning, Maula had already arrived at the cafe. Sundays are open, but Maula is supposed to be on holiday. The first person he looked up there was none other than Dandi. Of course to ask for an explanation because she had conspired with her ex-husband.
“Mas! Mas Dandi!”
He came in and put the bag on the sofa. He saw that Dandi was busy preparing all the equipment. In addition to hearing Maula's scream, she also saw Maula who was following her movements while shaking her waist, but Dandi seemed busy chatting via phone. He only showed his palms so that Maula would not be noisy first.
“Chat on the phone, really, not finished?”
“What, anyway, La? Sunday night to come to the cafe. Pake yelling, again? Vocal training, huh? Let's chat with Cahyono, yes?”
“Mas Dandi! Since when did Mas Dandi lie to me?”
“What's lying, anyway? You're weird.” Dandi makes use of his busy life so as not to focus too much on answering Maula's questions.
“Mas Dandi don't pretend, deh, Mas! He told Mas Dandi, didn't he?”
“Yes, who is he? Call it his name, let me understand what you mean.”
“He who hit my car on Wednesday. I asked Mas Dandi, but pretended not to know. I saw the CCTV, Mas Dandi even deliberately shut down the electricity. That was the day, the CCTV footage was gone. All must be your behavior, right?”
Maula approached while pounding the table. “Leave just say that he's the one!”
“What's the name?”
“Yeah! Paid how much, anyway, make shut up?”
“Try looking back. There's a yellow car, tuh.” Dandi immediately welcomes Khayru to avoid Maula.
“Mas! Something's coming, tuh!”
“Who, Dan?” the question is stale because he actually already knows.
“Chick. Tuh in dalem.” Dandi pointed with his mouth.
“Cakep, no?” selorohnya again.
“Okaya, tuh. If you're craving again, very ugly.”
Khayru who already knew that the girl who was sitting on foot on the sofa, it was none other than Maula. He stood beside her smiling.
“Nyari Brother, yes, Dek? Coincidentally, Brother also wants to talk important with you.”
“Who is expecting Brother? I'm not!” Maula looked up while pursing her lips.
“Acute Brother, yuk.” Khayru pulled Maula's sleeve so she could stand up.
To Be Continued ....
