Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 76

“Enough! I'm going back to the office!” Khayru took off the apron and placed it on the table with a rough finish, after which she returned from the dirty plate storage. “If long time, Rere turnover can abis to pay my honor.”

“Hahaha .. thank you, Mas!” exclaim Dandi while folding the apron that was just released Khayru then handed to Nikita to be stored in another apron pile.

“Often-often help me here, yes, Om!” rere shouted while bending his head because Khayru had already stepped out.

“You told him to be a waiter?” Suddenly Aldi's voice came asking the question, oh no, he was reprimanding exactly.

“No one dared to tell. He volunteered because he wanted to keep an eye on Maula,” said Dandi, speak frankly in front of Maula who is unaware of her speech because her eyes and mind are following Khayru's movements until she is no longer seen on the terrace of the cafe.

“Ngapain diliatin continue? Just follow Sono!” Aldi's voice made Maula stunned and then chuckled. Seeing Aldi's face, Maula remembered something she wanted to ask. “Continue, nih. I want to ask you something about Aldi.”

“What, tuh? Don't tell me that the application terms are added again!” Aldi raised his index finger and glanced at Katia who was sitting at table number 13, waving her hand.

“But! the guy I just want nanyain mas Cahyo, really. He must have been whacked at that time until he never came back here again.”

“He's coming home. No more questions, napa.” Aldi took the food Dandi had just made and returned to his desk.

“Back home, gapapa. Do not get scolded or beaten first. Kasian, tau, Om!” He followed Aldi behind him.

“He's lying to people. He should have been taken to the police, La,” always Aldi while sitting next to Katia who was waiting for him. A second later he no longer ignored Maula's questions for fear of mistalking which led to divulging secrets. There has been no official permission from the main perpetrator.

“That's what it is, answered first, Mas, let our application later there will be no more obstacles,” joked Katia interspersed with crisp laughter. His eyes did not stop staring at Maula who had started to pursed her lips.

Aware his words were not heard, Maula who pretended to be upset, got up from her seat while threatening. “Not yet so sister-in-law already so cute. Don't mistake me, if the application is rejected.”

“Hahaha ... Uh! after all, his sister-in-law's candidate who has no morals. People eat, and they wonder. How about it?”

“Pake threatened again!” Aldi did not stop barking.

“Where to go, hey! Back here! Want me to whisper, you got greetings from Basuki Cahyono! Hahaha ..”

“The name is cool, yes, the same office twin that is ono!” muttered Aldi while giving a glance at Katia, then both were blown away.

“If not accepted, nyesel, loh! His face looks like a Moroccan prince, hahaha ...” Until Aldi chuckles, Maula does not speak.

Because tonight there's a proposal, there's no way he's overtime at work. Meanwhile, a lot of files that Khayru had to check on the first day of work. Finally, he brought it home to finish. He put it in the back seat because in front will be the seat for Maula.

“Abang really waiting for me?” When Maula entered her car that afternoon. “Bete for sure, right, wait a long time.”

Instead of answering Maula's question, Khayru instead pointed to *seat belt* which became Maula—'s habit of forgetting to install it.

“Oh, Okay, okay .. ready!” Maula can catch the code from her ex-husband. He only smiled throughout the journey, although some of the questions he asked, never got a response from the man.

“Why, anyway? More *PMS*, yes?” Naughty, Maula continued to ask questions as she stared at the wry face that never melted despite being watered with sweet words though.

“Sariawan.” That was all that was heard from Khayru's lips, and she said it lazily without expression. Other than that word, Khayru only survived to not make any more noise. His lips deliberately he locked tightly, even until he arrived home.

Maula offered to help move some of the files she had brought home. However, he still refused by just shaking his head. He even walked quickly to his room.

“Master why, Non?” Tina was cleaning the dust attached to the porcelain decoration neatly arranged in the living room. He stopped his movements when he saw Maula who was still standing while shaking his head to look at Khayru.

“People if again thrush, usually reduced appetite. This is even the lost lust of speech,” grunted.

“Again angry times, Non? Your friend, you have never gone on strike so far, except ...”

“Except what?” While looking curiously.

“Except ... if the Master again sulks.” Putting back the decoration after he finished cleaning it. Tonight there will be some guests, so everyone prepares time, place and also special dishes for dinner.

“Ya already, Ma'am. Who else sulk mah let me take care of it. Everything is focused for the event later tonight, don't get anything less.” Maula warned before she returned to her room.

After cleaning himself and praying ashar, Maula searches for Khayru's whereabouts in the study, but she finds him nowhere. He only saw everyone who was busy arranging the house, as well as arranging the food menu.

“Hide where, anyway, tuh people? What's wrong, don't want to be better than me?” While breathing out of the nose. Maula had even opened the door of her room while calling, but there was no truth there. Finally, he returned to his room, opening the window so that the circulation of air and light would freely enter.

His eyes widened, then exhaled slowly. *Aaah ... is there apparently*? He snorted while smiling sideways. Go to the kitchen to pick up a cup of warm tea then, return to the balcony quietly. Sitting on a hanging swing, where he relaxes if he wants to breathe fresh air.

*Call ... do not .. call .. do not* .... While finger-winding. *Tuh serious guy very, sih**if again work* ....

Maula has not greeted Khayru who was sitting while opening an important file on the balcony of the next room, because the existence of Maula has not been realized. The faint sounds of Maula's lips as she sipped warm tea did not attract her attention. And finally, Maula smiled as she narrowed her eyes, as the clink of the glass clashed several times with the mat, successfully making Khayru turn towards her.

*Yess!! Successfully*.

“Ng-wapain on it?!” Like not accepting when he realized Maula was looking at him earlier.

“Pengen sit around here, coincidence right, again need vitamin A.” he replied merrily while moving the swing like a rhythm.

“Vitamin is in medicine box.”

“Here is also there.” While playing the eyebrows.

“Try to see my eyes.” He rounded his narrowed eyes while staring at the goal.

“It turns out to be true..beautiful backup...great for eye health,” murmured Maula after Khayru actually returned her gaze.

“Enough!”

Seen the girl is hiding her smile because Khayru's eyes are always sparkling, Maula is like vitamin A that nourishes the eye if viewed. Whether true or just engineering, for sure, currently Maula successfully makes a man's cheeks, blushing.

Because it is not comfortable with the existence of Maula, Khayru shifted the position of the chair to back it. “Can, no, you enter first. Don't sit there.”

*It's not even grogi*. Suddenly he chuckled to himself. *Ternyat*.. *men like me can gerogi also*. *Don't believe, sih*.

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At 20:00, Aldi and his extended family actually came to propose. The event was attended by relatives and close friends. All came to meet the invitation that focused on the dinner and at the end of that Aldi conveyed the meaning of Katia. Everything went well. The host party is represented by Mr. Kiai and Umi Khadijah, while Aldi carries his own parents—lawyer Suryadi and wife— when conveying his meaning.

Khayru sat next to Aldi, occasionally teasing him because Aldi's face tonight seemed tense because of nervousness, although he was finally relieved because his proposal was accepted. On the other hand, there are Dandi and Pram, looking closer than usual.

As usual Mr. Kiai, Om Suryadi and dr. Luthfie is always discussing because it has the same chat, typical chatter of people who are old. However, they remained relaxed because occasionally there was always the sound of her laughter.

The women, all gathered around Katia. Maula, umi Khadijah, Shasha, Rere, Nikita did not miss Aldi's mother who turned out his attitude was not as my appearance. They all blend in until they get to know each other better, each other.

Only Maula suddenly broke away because her eyes were always fixed on the twins Arimbie and Satria who were always scrambling for toys on the floor that was covered with turkish tapestries. He came to break up and play like a child. So enjoying, he was willing to imitate the movement of donkeys for the sake of the twins who wanted to go up to his back.

“Living with my sister in this house, would you, wouldn't you? Let's not deserted sister's house, nih.” While crawling around the tapestry in front of the television.

“Why can it be quiet? It's a really big race.” Arimbie stared at the adult who was cool with his chatter. While his hand held tightly onto Maula's shoulder.

“They're all coming home soon, Bie. So quiet again, deh, sister's house.” Maula's forehead had started to sweat, her breathing was slightly wheezed. He's starting to get sapped.

“Indeed, whose sister lives at home?” asked Satria who was holding on tightly to Arimbie.

“If Tia's sister is married to Om Aldi, the sister will stay alone the same om-om.”

“Ohhh .. om which this means?” point Satria at the man who just came after returning from the toilet.

*Havex*! Pram almost in disbelief, seeing Maula ridden by two children gembul—pastinya has extraordinary weight—typical child couple doctor young.

“Moving here, yuk. His sister's kasian has been flirted, tuh.” Pram patted his shoulder. Without thinking long, Arimbie and Satria also asked to go down because they wanted to move to Pram's back. Finally, Maula was able to catch her breath again while sitting her body down.

On the circular sofa, Aldi, overwhelmed with Khayru jokes, tried to divert the conversation. He interrupted the small talk of Mr. Kiai and his parents.

“Pak Kiai, sorry I interrupted for a moment.”

Kiai also looked over while mangosteen. “Iya, why, Di?”

“I want to ask Mr. Kiai. When can Khayru yellow card be revoked?” Put on a sad face while glancing towards Khayru.

“Yellow card? What card is it, Di?”

“Khayru needs a green card in order to renew his relationship with Maula. Please help mr. Kiai.”

*Astagfirullah, this one does not see the situation when speaking*. Khayru elbowed Aldi's arm so that he would not continue his speech.

“The problem is, the two of their rooms are close together.” While aligning the two indexes to form the number 11. “Fear that something unwanted will happen. Instead, just be quick to memorized,” said Aldi, joking with a serious face.

Spontaneous Khayru kicked Aldi slowly while whispering. “Lo want to embarrass me in front of everything?” While glaring sharply.

Without realizing it, Aldi's remarks, it turns out quite evocative, because it is true that if the situation is like that, there will be a possibility of things happening that are inappropriate between them. However, pa Kiai returned again to the readiness of Khayru who will live it.

“Where, Ru?!” ask pa Kiai. “You are ready with all the consequences?”

Khayru was still silent, not expecting to get questions like this in front of many people.

“Representing Maula's parents, I would ask any man who would propose to her. It's just that, for those of you who have failed, I need a more definite answer. Which is more convincing.”

Khayru glanced at Maula who was playing with the twins and accompanied by Pram to laugh happily.

“I ...”

To Be Continued ....

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Author :

Sorry, yes, deliberately hanged. How you gonna do it again? the part's almost 2,000 words, gays. If it stands for ntar cape read, bosen, forget like, forget comments and so on. Sorry, yes.

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