Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 74

“Abaaangg!! I'm eating!” maula shouted as she put the spoon she failed to send to her mouth.

“OK, okay! Continue to eat it.”

Khayru immediately distanced her face as it was more important to make Maula calm at this moment.

“So tell me my appetite!” his gerrick.

“Abang bribe.” Khayru immediately pulled Maula's plate and stirred the piece with a spoon. “Bismilbornrohmannirrohim. Not magic not magic, brother's hands can restore your appetite. Bimsalabim open his mouth aaa ..” Khayru exemplifies how to open a wide mouth like feeding a small boy.

Maula shook her head as Khayru brought a spoonful of food to her mouth. His eyes glanced at the woman sitting in front of him and the three other women standing behind him while observing as if watching a performance.

Khayru looked towards them.

“Seru, yes?” he asked when he realized their eyes were reluctant to blink. “Your beloved drama is airing again now. Stay tune there so as not to miss.” He pointed to where they stood.

As a result of his claws, he managed to get a pinch on the thigh that made him grimace in pain. “Aww!!” While rubbing the former pinch.

“Ngapain told them to watch us?” whispered. “We are playing ludruk?” Maula almost landed a second pinch, but Khayru caught her hand first.

“Gapa, dong. We make them baper. Hahaha!”

“Yes, go ahead!” sepang Neneng enthusiastic.

“Reality show that aunty has long missed this, anyway. Long time no airing in our beloved Chanel.” timpal bi Sulis while smiling smile.

“Nyimak, listen ...” Ma'am Tina raised her palm while grinning.

“I just wanted to watch, anyway, the show is gone again. Though already tiker.” degree Katia returned to eating her food after being stunned for a while with three ART.

“Nstill entertainment for them, pretty can reward,” Khayru said while squinting at Maula and then chuckling.

Although he knew that many eyes were looking at him, he did not refuse a bribe from Khayru's hand until the food was gone. Because Khayru will squeeze his nose if he doesn't open his mouth.

“Newly this time, Tina saw Enon eating it ravenously again.” Tina poured some more water into the empty Maula glass. Somehow the three of them did not want to get out of the dining room even unceasingly tempting.

“No more eating, Non? Let the duration be longer, so, Non?” Tina brought a beautiful basket closer where she kept various kinds of fruit on the dining table.

“Aduh ... why my forehead suddenly twitched,” murmured Maula while looking down and then massaged her forehead with both hands resting on the table. “Why don't you guys go to the kitchen, anyway.”

“Why, deck? Want to massage your forehead?” Although his offer was stale, it was certain he would do so if Maula asked.

“The fruit was washed first, no, earlier, Ma'am?” maula asked Tina as she took the apples from her basket. He pretended not to hear Khayru's offer.

“Udah, dong, Non.. Here, Tina peeled first.” While taking a small knife from the spoon.

“No need. I'm leaving now.” He got up from his seat and looked at his watch. “I want to wait for class, while helping Mas Dandi at cafe.” He immediately parted while biting an apple in his hand.

“Only we don't leave together, Dek? I waited for Mas Aldi to stop. He wants to pick you up, he said!”

“Sir papa, Brother. I can bring my own car.” Looking back for a moment and then stepping back.

Actually, Maula used to bring her own car, but because their destination is in the same direction, it is not uncommon for them to leave together if office hours and lecture hours, coincidentally the same. However, from now on Katia will probably leave more often with her future husband-Aldi, and Maula must be accustomed to leaving alone.

“Let me ante Maula,” Khayru initiative while getting up from the seat and then following to the yard with a small run.

“Depart with Brother, aja, Dek!” yells.

“Everyone brings his own car, anyway, whatever, yes, the person he bought the car with his own money. Just .... What's it for? It will only add to the traffic on the road. Kasian apparatus, we are also dizzy, right.”

Intentionally, Khayru persuaded because Maula would not easily accept his invitation. Apparently, there is no need for hard work because Maula who almost got into her car, stopped and decided to stand waiting for the man to open the yellow car door for her.

Before long, the car drove, passing in front of Ferdi who stood greeting after opening a high gate in front of his house.

“Again, Fer.” He greeted Ferdi with a wave of his hand. Slowly the car began to go out of circulation, passing through the mini market in a fork that he had visited eight years ago. His lips suddenly smiled at a banner that was plastered in front of the store.

“What's funny?” asked Maula with lips slightly forward.

“Banner ad that's funny.” Still with his thin smile.

Maula sniffed while gulping.“Advertising sanitary napkin? Don't think that's nothing about pads, that's women's furniture.” Maula warned as she raised her index finger.

“Abang ever angry shop waitress for buying pads here for you.”

“But make Brother, it feels just yesterday.” He smiled while glancing. “All moments about you, still fresh in memory.” His smile grew wider with his breath.

“But during this one year, many things you missed about me.”

Khayru glanced back while nodding. “Sorry,” he said slowly.

Maula smiled back while shrugging her shoulders. “How are you doing there?” He tried to show his most beautiful smile because he imagined Khayru happy living with her father.

Khayru sighed before finally answering.“Not yet landed there, Brother was already hallucinating. Like you were on a journey. You continue to babble while holding the hand of Brother. Whining while pulling Brother's shirt. Even after Dad's home, you're never far away. While sleeping, you suddenly hug from behind. When eating, you ask for a bribe like a baby.”

“Like that, Brother lived his days there. Until one day, I realized it was a hallucination. Brother realizes you are far away and it makes you fly several times to Jakarta just to make sure you are. Worry if you are sad, feel things exactly as you feel.”

“Secretly come to school, looking at you from a distance. Until the last brother came, Brother began to be relieved because you look happy and okay. From that moment on you no longer come to see you. Brother believe in your promise.”

Maula wanted to make a protest, why only Sampe there he cared about her. However, every sentence he heard from the man's taste buds was still clutching tightly around his small neck. So tight he felt. Instantly the blockage in the nose also makes it difficult for him to breathe.

Traffic jams make the speed of the car falter. Give them a little time to talk and realize what separation and meeting mean. Also about togetherness.

“After you see I'm happy ... are you happy?”

“Between yes and no.”

“Why should there be two answers?”

“Happy, because there are no other words when you see you happy.” Looking straight ahead.

“Not happy .. because I leave my heart in Jakarta.” He looked at Maula who was turning her face towards the window. “My heart is lagging here,”.

Maula never showed her face. This kind of expression was indeed what he wanted to hear, but he did not expect, his chest could be this painful. His sudden presence brings to life the once frozen mood. However, sometimes now makes him apathetic, and always want to deny.

“We have arrived. Where's the parking brother?” He was able to show his face while opening his seatbelt.

“There is still business. Want to walk again.”

“Om Aldi said later tonight he came with his papa to the house. You can help take care of everything, right? Later I help too,” he said while preparing to get off, when the car had stopped on the shoulder of the road.

“Surely prepare everything. There will be Mr. Kiai, Umi, dr. Luthfie is also his wife.”

“But ...” He soon followed his words. However, pausing.

“But what?” Opening the car door and landing his foot on the sidewalk.

“Where with us?” Khayru was always curious about his proposal.

“I think about it later,” he concluded

“But don't last long! Tar if you've returned to Morocco, you can't come back here again.”

Maula held back for a moment, the hand holding the car door frame. His eyes that seemed indifferent, suddenly stared fixedly at him. Stare for a few seconds then nod while closing the door tightly.

Khayru drove back to the hospital, because today there was an appointment with dr. Luthfie and dr. Aini's. He also has to take care of Aldi's proposal tonight. Invite some of the closest people before returning to work.

By mid-afternoon, he had not been able to return to the office. Maybe because of the slow chat in the hospital, it could also be because too long stop by the house of Mr. Kiai who is sure at this time he wants a short break in the cafe.

“Di! I'm cape. Lunch first at the cafe, yes,” he said over the phone while devouring an iris potato stick made by Dandi for him. “Lo come here, I ...” He did not continue his words as his attention was on Maula and Pram who had just entered the door together.

“Lo date, I wait!” he hung up while hanging up the phone. While his eyes continue to watch the movements of Maula's movements that are not yet aware of her existence.

“Mas Dandi! Look at Cahyo dateng, right? How long have you not been here?”

Kahyru swallowed her food that had not been chewed while rounding her eyes when she heard Cahyo's name. Die me!

“Never, La,” he replied as he glanced at Khayru who was sitting on the leftmost table blocked several tables and also a fake cherry tree that decorated the room.

“Where, anyway, he never showed up again?” He muttered to himself, but Dandi, who was brewing espresso, could still hear it.

“Try Aldi. Where he dumped that community trash the other day.” His eyes again glanced towards Khayru who had started glaring sharply at him.

“Very bad, anyway, his mouth Mas Dandi!” He pursed his lips while glaring in annoyance.

To Be Continued ....