Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 78

By exerting a million patience with traffic jams, Maula finally arrived at the airport yard, although the biggest part of her consciousness was almost lost somewhere. Driving like a madman, hitting a car he remained numb. He just focused on calming himself first. The breath hunting that keeps chasing. Restore the strength of the body because all the bones seem to be soft like getting 100 strokes that are endless.

His eyes widened when he realized the car he had just hit, it turned out that the car was the target of the chase. And he breathed a sigh of relief while getting out of his car. Likewise with the car owner in front of him who stopped suddenly before entering the parking area, because his car had just had a collision.

“Waduh ... waduh! Get another car! Not front not back, hit teruuus. Workshop again, workshop again. What will my car be, Yes ... Tuhaaannn!”

Although he realized the moment Maula slowly got out of the car she was driving, Khayru's mouth did not stop Nyap Nyap, for the sake of her broken car for the second time. He continued to snort his breath from the nose while touching the broken parts of the car.

Realizing her presence did not get any attention, Maula roared like a child while tossing her body next to Dandi's car. This was also a form of relief as it could eventually stop Khayru's departure.

Hearing Maula's cry, Khayru immediately approached and squatted in front of her.

“Why are you suddenly here?” he asked slowly while lowering Maula's hand that covered her face. “Ngapain?”

The cry of the Maula grew louder, inviting the attention of those around her.

“Eh uh! Pake crying again. Stopit! People on come watch you.”

“Already, already, do not cry anymore, embarrassed,” whispered while pulling Maula and hugging her. Meanwhile, Khayru also tried to convince people that Maula was okay.

“Nothing, sir, ma'am. My wife is having a toothache, can't stand it he said.”

“Do not worry, I will take him to doctor.”

“Sorry, it has disrupted its comfort.”

“Sorry .. sorry.” While mangosteen and smiling kindly at them.

Then he whispered back. “Where are you going, anyway? Ampe bumped into people's cars?” Taking off his embrace and staring at his watch. “Abang can't nganter you, yes, Brother hurry, nih.”

Maula hugged Khayru again with a sob. “Abang where to go? I have not answered the application, but Brother went straight away aja.” His hands clenched while hitting Khayru's back.

“But Brother has to enter now, Dek.” His eyes looked at the international arrival gate area where his father would arrive this afternoon.

“Yesterday I said, wait. I'll think about it first. Now I accept Brother's proposal, so don't go anywhere. We marry again.” Maula's face was still sinking in the man's chest and her crying had not subsided.

Khayru gave a smile while holding her breath. “Who? Really want to get married?”

Maula nodded quickly.

“Available convince mr Kiai?”

This time Maula looked up. “How?”

“Yes you said that you only want to spend the rest of your life with your brother. Just want to be the mother of your children because only your brother is in your heart. Can?”

“But no meaning,” he continued when he saw Maula was still thinking.

“Can... let's go to Pak Kiai's house right now,” take him to weld.

Khayru smiled as she touched the arch of the veil on Maula's head until it was perfectly upright. “Night I promised Mr. Kiai not to touch you. So lastin first.” While distancing Maula's body.

“But don't go.” Maula's hand was still trying to reach Khayru's body.

“This is because of the Aldi who said that our room was deketan, Brother was told to move again to the house of Mr. Kiai. After the official marriage, we just stayed together,” he explained.

“Don't stay home long Kiai.” Now they don't touch anymore.

“Depends you. Ready to get married fast or still want to spend time? I want to refuse it is okay too. You said it yourself, Mr. Kiai. My brother would go back to Morocco if he wasn't married.” There seems to be a mode behind his words.

Once paddled, two three islands were surpassed, that was the saying. Or ....

While diving drink water, maybe. Aha!

“I? Why should I? Am I the only one who wants to get married? Brother not?”

Maula thought, it turns out that Khayru's feelings towards him are normal because he did not participate in the struggle in front of Pak Kiai. Spontaneous the man chuckled to remember himself who was even determined before Kiai to keep marrying her even though Maula never answered the proposal. Although his heart hesitated a bit as Maula grew closer to the young lecturer, Khayru would still insist on getting married because she did not want to leave him.

Khayru did not expect to get a response this soon. About Maula's confession that really didn't want her to leave. And, it turns out that it does not take a hard effort to persuade and invite Maula to marry again, like her shadow all this time.

“Abang has deployed everything you can. It's your turn to convince him.”

“Sealin it ..”

“After marriage. At most, we maximize our efforts so that you can get pregnant quickly.” Again the disguised mode came out of his mouth. Shamelessly.

“Ish.... has nothing to say about the project to make me pregnant?” The red face of the Maula is getting wrinkled and feels smaller.

Seeing Maula's reaction, Khayru laughed. He said if the marriage was still going the way it used to be, they would all think if this remarriage was very unhealthy, not normal like the others.

“Because from a marriage we must get an inner satisfaction, and get a good offspring it merup—”

“I know, I know.. but don't discuss here also kali.” Maula immediately cut off his words. His eyes revolved around looking around who was quite busy with human traffic coming in and out alternately. “Until when will we stand here? It was a really good afternoon.”

“Bentar,” he said while issuing a phone because he felt the need to call an office person to bring Dandi's car home from the airport. However, when he saw a short message from his father, he just remembered the original purpose of coming to the airport.

[Ru, dad has arrived at the airport. Please pick him up after you finish work] a quick message from his father an hour ago.

“Astahfirullah! I'm sorry dad.” He muttered while trying to contact his father. Before the call was received, he glanced at Maula.

“Ikut Abang,” he said while running into terminal 3.

“Where to go?!”

“Cute only! Don't forget, his face was tidied up before meeting the candidate-in-law.”

Khayru's phone did not get an answer because it seemed, the father's phone was running out of power. After wandering around, looking for him, he was found sitting in one of the charging points of the area and immediately stood up when he saw Khayru running towards him followed by Maula from behind.

“Dad! Sorry, my dad is late.” Khayru gave a hug to the father who took the time to come just to make a proposal for him.

“Sorry to wait too long.” While taking off a hug. However, his hand was still holding onto the shoulders that were no longer that sturdy. “How are you doing Dad? Healthy?” He scanned the father's body from head to toe to confirm his condition.

“Health dong.” While showing the hand muscles, like the movement of the bodybuilder on the television screen, followed by booming laughter from both.

Mr. Omar only realized the existence of a girl who smiled at him while waiting for Khayru to introduce him. He just bends down whenever his eyes collide.

“It ...? Who's Ru?” He looked at Khayru and Maula alternately.

“Oh yes. This is Maula, Dad.”

“Maula?” He wanted to know who Maula was.

“Abnuh qanuniana(son-in-law) Dad,”.

“Abnuh qanuniana? Masayallah. Jamilah it. Yes Jamilah ..,”(Help? MashayAllah. Well-favoured. Hay Beautiful..) muttered as she touched Maula's shoulder. Repeatedly nodded her face in admiration for the beauty of the son-in-law.

“Not Jamilah daddy, but Maula.” While grimacing because the in-laws repeatedly mention the name Jamilah. She doesn't know if in Indonesian it means 'beautiful'.

Spontaneous Khayru laughed and instead suggested to her father to call her 'See' only.

“Daddy right. Call him Jamilah.”

“Abang... I am not Jamilah, Bang. Not cool name,” whispered Maula while tugging Khayru coat on the back.

“That's a call from in-laws. Don't resist, it's not polite.”

“Aa ahh ... Brother,” murmured he did not accept, but hearing the words in-law, he really had to obey what he said.

“Iya, because Jamilah matches his face.” Mr. Omar laughed in wonder. Don't know why his son-in-law objected to the call?

They have always been sons-in-law and in-laws, ever since Khayru married her almost thirteen years ago, but in that time, this was their first face-to-face encounter.

“Nak, are you sure of this decision?” asked Mr. Omar on the way home, looking at Khayru who was driving then glanced behind— where Maula was sitting at this time.

They both answered compactly with a nod.

“Do not make dad sorry because it has come all the way from Morocco.”

Khayru glanced at Maula, and again they nodded at the same time.

Mr. Omar rested his back while sighing in relief with a straight forward look.

The To Be Continued....