Married Because of Ijbar
Chapter 77
Because last night was too busy with the twins, Maula missed the men's serious chat. He did not know what confession Khayru had made to Kiai in front of the guests. Clearly, at this early hour, the man's nose was already invisible at the dinner table. He stared at the astonishment of his empty chair. One day, the chair was filled again.
“Mas Iru has left for the office. You leave with sister today.”
Katia seemed to know what Maula was looking for when she saw the empty chair, and her guess was right on target.
“Departing this early? She didn't have breakfast first?” While sitting opposite Katia who was already sitting there.
“He should be able to finish his work until noon time later, he said. Why .... You didn't listen to her chat last night?” Katia glanced at him while filling her plate.
Maula only frowned then asked, what chatter did she miss. Because last night he did not want to spend time with twins who did not necessarily come in the period of one year, so he did not focus on others.
“Let's go. You will know for sure.” Katia is not enthusiastic to re-explain, especially when she is at the dining table. He just said that lately maybe he will be more busy taking care of the wedding and other things. The maula was not too messed around if she was not told anything. He only offered time and energy to participate in preparing for the wedding later.
“Still, Deck. Later sister says if you need your help.”
They were completely silent before finishing their breakfast. Until the sound of the spoon clashing with the plate, no longer heard, changed with the sound of sipping a glass of water that had been poured before he returned to the kitchen.
“Kaak ...” The maula re-opens the conversation while shrinking the mouth area with a napkin.
“Iya.”
“Someday... if a third person appears in the household brother, please tell me, yes.”
“You mean, Nursyam?”
Maula shook her head sure. “Not just Nursyam, but aunt Risa, and other dream women, I mean. I'm the one who's going to confront him before they tear apart my brother's household.”
Katia smiled as she reached out, rubbing the back of Maula's hand while nodding. “Still.”
They go back to their routines. Go to college for students like Maula, Rere and Nikita. While Aldi, Katia and Khayru, struggling amid the complexity of the world of work for business stability that must continue to run and stay awake the pace of the round.
At lunchtime, they will regroup at a cafe fronted by the handsome, multitalented Dandi—si. Not too handsome, anyway. It's just enough to make Nikita's heart frown. So, no wonder if Nikita looks most diligent to help him.
“Mas! Dandi is not bored what, anyway? Work every day. On Sundays, cafes never take a day off. Wonder!” Again, carrying a tray of dirty dishes in front of him.
“Ngapain holiday, Nik? For me work here also includes holidays.”
He turned his gaze towards Khayru who got up from the seat after finishing her lunch.
“And! Thanks for lunch, I have to go now!” the man shouted while standing from a distance without approaching.
“OK, Mas!” Pause, then again ask “Where the hell, Mas? Don't sit around?”
“Ke airport!”
“Airport?!” ask Dandi to make sure he doesn't hear wrong.
“Iya! Sorry, yes, hurry!” he answered while waving and running small towards his car.
“Do not want that date, Mas? Rich pair of other singles,” asked Nikita, continuing the chat after Khayru completely left.
“Work here, ngedate also I'm here only.”
“Iya ... Ngedate same wok. Don't miss this slippery &te skillet butt because it is kissed by Mas Dandi mulu every day.” While pointing a hot skillet on the stove. He went back and forth left right, waiting for the order of the person who was still on the process to be delivered to his desk.
“There are still you who are single. Why nyiumin skillet butt?”
“Out there, so many single girls. Hence, Mas, play a little far away and so his eyes can see the clear-clear rich ice blocks.”
“Don't clear the. The bohay, plump, tall, blondy hair, white skin, blue eyes, even the darts without clothes I have often seen, Nik.”
“Ish! Where do you see that?” Nikita raised a look of disdain.
“There deeehh ...,” replied Dandi while chuckling. “New to know, huh? My clock is too high. Girl problems, once a phone directly come with the person.”
“Bohooongg,” timpal Nikita in disbelief.
“Ish ...,” his hisses grew in disbelief but his heart was a little disappointed. In fact, for a male overseas graduate like Dandi, that is very likely to happen. Free association became commonplace there. His delusion was glared at one incident when Nikita accidentally saw a man similar to Dandi with a woman. However, the daydream came to a halt when Maula came to surprise him.
“Hey! What are you doing diem-dieman? Again marahan?”
“Now!” elak Nikita's. “Ngapain marahan? Rich people dating.”
“What are you guys not dating?” Maula snickered while sneering. “Dating times, ah. It's so sticky, not dating time?”
None of Nikita and Dandi responded to Maula. They only exchanged glances, even if only for a brief moment.
“Still mending, yes, you guys are courting her in a public place, so I can keep an eye out if you guys cross the line.” Maula pointed to her own eyes with two fingers as she said the word 'watch' with great emphasis.
“Despite Mr. Kiai's words, actually the courtship does not exist in Islam. Yes hopefully for the future, you can decide to get married soon rather than lingering courtship. Yes, no?”
Dandi and Nikita are still no coment with the words Maula. Until finally, Nikita took off the apron and said goodbye to leave.
“Ya... Let's not think we're dating. From now on, I'll keep my distance.” While staring at the watch, he said a reason to leave.
“I went to Mama's subscription boutique. Take my sister's clothes. See you, Mamaw ..” While kissing the cheek Mamaw—new call for Maula.
“Eh, he's gone right away. I was wrong to say, huh, Mas?” maula asked still with a shrunken forehead while looking at Nikita. “Sorry, if I'm wrong. No mean—”
“No! He didn't leave because of what you said but because of what I said,” let Dandi who realized what he said a few minutes ago.
“Which Dandi mas greeting? You guys are really marahan again, yes.”
The typical fragrance of potatoes that have just ripened from the frying pan has begun to smell. Dandi serves it on a plate then composes it on a tray.
“From wondering mulu, mending cepet help me, La. Repot, here, no one helps a single person.” While pushing the tray in front of Maula and preparing to make the next order.
“Lha, new employee company—mas Dandi—gak help you again?” While pulling the tray then stepped in search of the table according to order.
“It's not! she just went to the airport.”
Reflexes, Maula stopped her steps and turned her head. “Airport? Why?”
Dandi just sniffed his shoulders. “He's in a hurry, so don't say anything more. Just say thanks and then go.”
The airport?
“How long has he been away, Mas?” While putting back the order that he had not been able to deliver to the customer's table.
“Regardless, fifteen minutes ago. Right before you came.”
“I borrow your car, mas, spout!” Maula knocked on the table many times and then stretched out her palm.
“Where to?”
“Pick!”
“Wait, again giggle!”
“Can't! Cepetan!” The more he could not wait, he turned off the stove so that Dandi could reach the car key in his pants pocket.
“Can't drive while grasak grusuk!” yelled Dandi warned. However, Dandi's voice seemed to break up to form the smallest missing compound carried by the gust of wind.
This time, if you go to Morocco, you will not come back to Jakarta...
Only that sentence was ringing in Maula's ears. Rotating and repetitive. However much he tried to calm down. But another with the heart. Strike the heart that he can't voice, just push him to drive the car as fast as possible. The scorching afternoon where the school clock broke up added to the complicated traffic congestion, around the urban road.
Frustrated when the car's speed is getting stalled, making him want to get out and run if not considering the distance of the Airport is still quite far, he can not travel on foot.
The To Be Continued....
