Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 70

It's still very early morning. Without breakfast, Maula has gone to the cafe, but usually this Sunday, she is ready to go to school. Aldi and Khayru were suddenly at the door. Looks like, they were already planning something regarding the chat last night.

“On the tumben-tumbenan come early in the morning. Want to let me have breakfast, huh?” Let them sit.

Ever since Katia opened the door, Khayru just stared around the house. As if understanding it, Katia could guess what she was looking for. “Nyariin Maula, yes? He just got out. Should, anyway, Mr. Iru did not come home last night, already missed, at this hour,” as good as Katia with a smile.

“Ohh ... Ehh. ..” Khayru grimaced a little embarrassed, but no, since disguising herself as Cahyono, she had already put aside the shame she had.

“Only Sunday did he always go to the cafe? Shouldn't I go to Mr Kiai's house?”

“So he said he wanted to see Dandi, abis it has the same promise Pram, he said,” Katia replied exactly as Maula said before leaving. Making Khayru rush to stand up again while patting Aldi's agitated shoulders composing the words.

“Do not strain, dong!” Looking at him and laughing. “Pull breath first, throw away slowly. Don't be groggy .. I just go for a minute.” He patted Aldi on the shoulder and left.

“Eh! Mo where to, anyway?!”

“Nyari Maula!” Looking at it for a moment. “From here just being a doang referee. Hahaha ..!”

In addition to making room for Aldi and Katia, Khayru must investigate what Maula and Pram would do on a holiday like this. Coincidentally, Dandi who was being asked a lot of questions, asked him to come right now.

Without noticing Maula's unfinished facial expression introgating Dandi, he immediately pulled her sleeve and carried her outside.

“What the fuck, this pake pulled? Where do I want to take you?” Maula took off her sleeve, then Khayru pulled back.

“As far as you want to go, Brother cemenin anyway.” Khayru opened the car door and let Maula in.

“Do not bother. There's something about me, really, right there. Anyway, I brought my own car.” While pointing at his car parked next to Khayru's car.

“If you drive yourself, worry that you are sleepy. Katia said last night you couldn't sleep, right?” He opened the car door and raised both his palms while saying 'sorry' for having to push Maula's body into the car.

“Ngawur! When did Tia say that? You must be lying, right?” His eyes moved following Khayru who was walking half-run around his car then sitting behind the wheel.

“Abang from your house earlier, together with Aldi,” he said as he glanced at the seat belt that Maula had not worn. “Seatbelt wants a brother who uses?” candelessly. “But don't, yes. Ntar who see can galfok.” Khayru. If he were to pair the seatbelt like he used to, their distance would certainly be very close. There are so many habits that he must change as their status changes even though sometimes he still likes to forget.

“Ish ... I'm going down!” Maula turned her body while preparing to reopen the car door, but .. 'click' heard all the doors start to lock. Maula only snorted while sighing in annoyance.

“Seatbelt her dear ...” Khayru reminded back while joking. “Do not really, want a brother who uses,” murmured slowly.

The darling?

Sunken eyes returned a gaze with a forehead that was no less wrinkled so with his lips. Move your hand pulling your seat belt from behind. Without proper procedures, Khayru waited before the car drove.

“Yang actually dong, the pair.” Khayru had already stretched out her hand, but Maula quickly patted with the palm of her fingers.

“I just want to find a reference book, really, Bang. Deket. Five minutes also nyampe,” grunts while repeating how to wear seatbelt. And it's still not perfect. Still inviting the attention of her ex-husband to fix.

“Pake seatbelt, really, on the neck?” The man pulled the tie and shifted it towards Maula's shoulder until it was neatly attached.

“You want to find a book, huh? You know the most complete bookstore,” he said while turning the wheel and turning around.

“Lho, you know .. why turn the direction, Bang? I've made a deal at 'LITERA BOOKS SHOP'” he said as he turned his gaze back, worried, someone was waiting for him there.

“In the store 'MARIBAYA' more complete, Dek.” While pointing forward.

“Ish ...” Maula sizzled again while turning the eyeball and then pressed a button on her cellphone to contact someone. He apologized for having to change the meeting place. Right then, the person behind the phone headed for the bookstore that Maula was heading to at this moment.

“Wah, the store is still closed. We go around first while waiting, yes.”

Khayru passed through the Mall building and continued to drive her car until several rounds. The maula was made dizzy just because she had to see the same scene around the roundabout alone.

“Bang! The shop is in the Mall. Not too tight, if the store is still closed?” his grunts while staring at the towering Mall building.

“If not wrong, not him around 10 am.” He looked a little at the car window.

“Tau, why not find another store? I can, really, go alone, instead of wasting time just making the commuters here.”

“OK, okay. We find a parking spot first, yes.” Finally, Khayru could not give any more.

“Bang! Stop it, Bang! I'm down here.” Opening the car window, he waved at someone standing waiting for him.

“Kak Pram!!” it's from a distance.

“Ntar just down together. He did not run anywhere kok,” muttered Khayru while sneering.

“Sshh ... what the hell?” Maula snickered while pursing her lips. “Kasian knows, he's looking for me. Where to wait from earlier, again.”

Apparently, her ex-husband is still as he used to be. Nothing has changed. He does not like to see her close to other men, still likes to chat even though he does not realize it.

Half-running, Maula approached Pram who was standing with a smile towards her. “Sorry, Brother Pram. Long wait, yes.” Usually Maula is a little shy, but this time she looks familiar.

Unimagined Khayru's facial expression as she called Maula to show her the location of her subscription bookstore. However, Maula replied in a slightly taut flat tone

“Iya! You know, kok!” Maula only turned her head for a moment then continued her steps. However, Pram immediately asked wonder why there could be a man behind him.

“Who is he, La?” Pram stops while facing Khayru. As a lecturer, his attitude was quite polite and friendly.

Khayru approached while extending her hand. “Include, I-”

“She's My Brother, Brother Pram.” The maula precedes Khayru's unfinished speech.

“Kok, no one ever told you that you have an older brother?” While replying to Khayru's hand. As much as possible, Pram tries to keep the image in front of him.

For some reason, the better Pram's attitude, the more Khayru doesn't like it. Honey, he can't do anything.

'The Human Side of Enterprise' by Douglas McGregor. Pram took the book off the shelf, then showed it to Maula. As they were driving around in the bookstore-MARIBAYA-subscription Khayru.

“Kak Pram have read that? How's it?”

“Already read, but dear never had it.” Looking at the writing behind the book.

“While this book is an old book, the contents of the book until now can still be used as a reference for those who want to learn to manage business,” he said.

“The book is already in Papa's workspace, Dek. Try to get in there often. Papa's personal library, it's all books.”

“This ..” Khayru suddenly approached, also showing a book called 'Winning' by Jack Welch. “This was written based on the author's personal experience.”

“Oh yes? Don't-don't, this is in Papa's personal library as well, Bang.”

“Makanya, you read first all the books at home, just turned on in the store.” Again while glancing.

Maula sniffed her shoulder and then stepped onto the other bookshelf. Neither the book Pram nor Khayru held, he ever had any interest in reading it even though it was related to his college materials. He turned to fashion and fashion books that he had always liked. His face showed how much he was interested in the collection of titles of the book.

The Little Dictionary of Fashion: A Guide to Dress Sense for Every Woman – Christian Dior - A classic book first published in 1954. It was reissued in 2007.All About Yves by Catherine Ormen. Coco Chanel: An Intimate Life by Lisa Chaney. Vogue: The Editor’s Eye. There are many more book titles that make Maula quite tempted. He wanted to have it, but ....

Wh-wh-what for?

He put back the books that had made him smile for the last few seconds.

“Looks .. I'm hungry.” Maula rubbed her stomach because time had shown her lunch hour. Moreover, he did not have time to eat breakfast when he left his house.

“If so, you choose the book you want to buy after that we find a good place to eat,” proffer Pram.

“Do not buy a book first, I think. I'm trying to read Papa's first at home.”

“OK. Let's just find a meal.” Pram stared at Maula and Khayru alternately, as a sign of solicitation.

“You guys go first. I'll be following.” Khayru still wants to find something there. “Eat in regular place, La! Let Brother not be difficult to find you.”

“He-em,” murmured while nodding.

In a barrel that is still in the Mall, Maula sits opposite Pram while laughing at something.

“Rere right, that's the guy, La.” Pram repeatedly stared at the watch, occasionally he turned on the phone screen.

“Masa? I think he's kind and tough, Kak.”

“Well how? Every time he plays at my house, he always takes the pocket money I put on the table. Make irritated anyway.”

“He stole?!” Maula looked in disbelief.

“Gimana, yes. He always leaves a small note every time he takes my money.”

Sis, I borrowed the money again, yes ... This is my total debt that was the same yesterday. Don't say the note. I paid for it.

Pram showed me small notes from his wallet.

“Continue, he paid, no?” mula asked increasingly curious.

“No!!” he answered while laughing. “Boro-boro pay, there she forgot.”

“How much, anyway, is the debt? Try me see.” Maula slightly brought her face closer because she wanted to see the contents of Rere's writings from her childhood to the present.

They didn't realize there were some people coming towards him.

To Be Continued ....