Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 79

“Abang ..!” call Maula from her balcony.

Lately, Khayru prefers to work in the open rather than closed places such as his office. He seemed to be scratching his head. Occasionally inhaling with a frown when finding something strange with the system in and out of goods in the factory. Moreover, there are many names of new suppliers and customers that are not recommendations from him. However, SOP changes may have occurred over the past year or so. He barely touched this job all that time.

“Abang ..!” Maula called back louder until Khayru accidentally dropped the ballpoint pen he was playing while daydreaming.

“Iya.” He took a quick glance then got down from the chair to pick up the ballpoint pen that fell to the floor. He did not sit back, but walked closer to the balcony of Maula's room.

They stood on each of the one-meter-high wall fences that made the barrier.

“What's up Jamilah? Want to tell you to jump in there, huh? Don't jump in, yeah. If you really jump, you can get a red card from Pak Kiai. Can be null and void, dong!”

“Yeeee ... Who wants to tell you to jump? Just want to ask, that's Mas Dandi's car has been taken to the workshop has it not? I can get hit, dong, because make the car broken.”

“Ooh... relax, office people have brought the car to the workshop.” Flicking his finger and returning to the chair, facing the pile of files waiting for him.

“You're in aja, temenin Dad chat first.”

“Dad again rest. Not out of room.”

“Yes you have done, cake, in dalem. Don't put it on there.”

“No, ah. I want to nemenin Abang here.” Still standing there looking at him. “Why not in the workspace, anyway, Bang? I will also be there.”

“You want to find disease? The workspace is now a mess. There are sewing machines, picture paper scattered everywhere, clothes hanger, pieces of cloth, even Brother never stepped on a needle there.”

“Abang don't want to go in there again, horrified.” Shuddering.

“Hehe ... You saw it, huh? That's so my template is creative now, because it's not good if the room is emptied for too long.”

“It doesn't matter if the place wants you to make your work space too. But at least, clean and tidy also to make it comfortable working.”

“There are some clothes there. I design myself, sew myself too, good, no?” Maula was expecting a little praise from Khayru when, clearly visible from her face, the man was thinking hard about something else.

“Let's see, if the room has been cleaned.” Focusing on his work.

“Ish .. kirain already viewed. Praise me, cake, let me grin,” slow down.

“Yes, you go in first, ask Ms. Tina to clean the room. After there are no needles scattered on the floor, just look there.” Khayru glanced at him while shaking her palm so that Maula would immediately leave the balcony.

“But when do we go to home sir Kiai!”

“Yes geez. I can't stand it, huh?” Khayru got up again from her seat and approached again with a smile.

“Not giiituuu, ih...” Maula plucked some leaves from the flower pot and threw them into the face of Khayru who was staring, until she chuckled. “I will have arranged the words for me to convey to Pak Kyai later. But over time, it could be all over again. I won't even be able to say anything there.” Raising the corner of his lips.

“Write it on paper, like a speech script. longer will be even better. Keep you hafalin until you remember everything outside your head,” he said at length while chuckling.

“Is ... Brother!”

“Iya, yes... We just need to wait for Dad. You said yourself that Dad was still resting. Just wait until he's ready. If necessary, tap the door.”

“I can talk to Daddy? Afraid of being wrong if the same parents,” he said while staring at the clear blue sky that slowly displays sandikala.

“Say the same Dad, if you ask news of Chaima, Seeda, Habiba and Latifa. Who knew they killed themselves because they wanted to be left out of marriage.”

Suddenly, Maula twisted her wrinkled face. “That's the girl's name all?”

“Not! That's the name of the hen.” Khayru chuckled as she returned to her seat to clear the files. “Yes, girls are. Brother playing with a guy?”

“Abang likes to play with girls?!” The eyeball is round like you want to jump from its place.

“Abang is normal. If playing with guys, even gatel-gatel later.” He was ready to enter while hugging the pile of files because the day was approaching the Maghrib.

“Ish ..!!” Reflex, Maula picked up a flower pot that she was ready to throw towards Khayru, fortunately the man was already moving faster towards the entrance.

“Yes Jamilah! fast in! Do not forget to lock the door and window tightly,” he shouted while chuckling by bending his head and locking the door that limits the room that leads to the balcony.

“Udah accepted, just looked at the grass. Should I cancel marriage again same model guy so. Old, many styles, again,” grunts while also locking doors and windows.

Dinner this time three, because Katia was visiting Aldi's house, dinner with her family there. Only Khayru, Maula and also Mr Omar were immediately brought by Maula to the family room after finishing with his dinner. As Khayru said, Maula will ask him something so that he has a chat tonight. He only mendelik because he did not want to talk to the son of his father-in-law. After being left alone in the dining room, Khayru rushed to finish her work in the room.

“Nak... I do not have much time in Jakarta, because there are many jobs waiting. So, you should your event can be implemented as soon as possible if indeed you are equally sure,” pinta Tuan Omar after sitting in the family room.

“Iya Father, but ...” Maula turned down the volume of the television first, before continuing the chat. With a slight clumsiness, he suddenly inquired about Chaima, Saeeda, Habiba and Latifa who were called Khayru this afternoon.

“Who are they? Brother's girlfriend over there? Must've named Jamilah one of them too, right?” A curious look on his face that was starting to get a little disappointed. Moreover, the reactions and answers of the in-laws showed no signs of a fresh breeze that would be pleasant to hear.

“You guessed it? How about right?”

At that time Maula turned her body to face the television while changing Chanel one to another Chanel without knowing, what kind of show she was looking for. Hearing Mr. Omar's words made him look for a way to hide his disappointment from the in-laws' gaze.

“Kelak .. if in a household, appear third, fourth, fifth and so on, you just need to believe in your husband. Because I've known enough of my son all this time. He was never tempted with any woman, even though they always come in turns.”

Momentarily, Maula turned off the television screen and turned back around slowly.

Mr. Omar nodded confidently because starting from the daughter of his own relatives, the daughter of a business partner, one of the working partners who was fairly young, or ordinary acquaintances, even Risa, was, they all always came with a million charms to captivate her heart.

“Possible if Brother is not captivated by one of them.” Maula nodded in disbelief.

“Dad even persuaded him several times so that he chose one of them to be a companion for life, remembering ...” Mr. Omar slightly lowered his voice. “Shhh, you know for yourself 'what age it is right now,” hiss slowly.

“Just good enough is not enough.” Mr. Omar said cynically as he shook his hand. “If old age, how will he take care of his descendants later? That's what dad worries about.”

“But ... The father's son always shakes sure if the father continues to whine asking him to get married soon.”

Maula kept staring because she was fascinated by the words of the in-laws. “Could he be too busy, dad? Until you can't think of getting married.”

“Not, no! Not because that's the cause.” He immediately shook his head quickly. “Yru said, even if she chose one of them, she still wouldn't be happy.”

“Why?” Maula looked seriously.

“Because he said..have left his heart and happiness in Jakarta. In this house exactly.”

Suddenly the narrow eyes seemed to glaze over, hearing a meaningful speech similar to Khayru's confession the other day. The air rippled warmly around him, until he felt something had touched in the recesses of Maula's heart.

“At first, I tried hard to pull Khayru heart so that it is no longer adrift in this city of Jakarta, but with the rest of the day he said he wanted to come back here to marry you. While playing the mini ring that he came out-insert from his box.”

“Dad would disagree?” Maula guessed.

“Of course dad disagrees. Dad said, *why lick your own spit*? *Seek a more mature woman so that her way of thinking is also**more mature*.” Mr. Omar rubbed Maula's arm while apologizing for saying something unpleasant about her.

“Continue, Father.”He nodded with a smile.

“You know what it says?” he asked, then continued after Maula answered with a headband.

“*It wasn't spit that I threw away, Dad. But ... he's a gem that's always stored in my heart*,” said Mr. Omar mimicking Khayru's words and smiling.

Maula's heart melted, as she never expected that the man had such a deep love for her.

“Therefore, father asks, have a very strong heart as strong as Yru's heart keeps your name all this time. Do not waver for anything, like his feelings that never waver despite being away from you.”

Maula nodded with a smile, though her eyes began to drip clear furrows, falling down her flushed cheekbones.

“You don't worry, Chaima, Saeeda, Habiba same Latifa, all the names of Yru's favorite kittens. She loved him because she said, the mother of the kittens was similar to her beloved wild cat in Jakarta.” At once Mr. Omar stared at all corners of the room, because since he arrived at this house he had never seen the whereabouts of the cat in question. “Where is the stray cat? Can you see?”

Maula only grimaced while pulling her face because she was aware of the stray cat that Khayru meant, was none other than herself.

“Hhhaa .. cat? Where is that cat?” Maula snorted in confusion while scratching her head because in this house there is no cat. It is also impossible that he admitted that he was the wild cat in question.

*Babang's Basis*! *Still call me a stray cat*. *Thank you didn't know*.

“Oh yes, you know what is the mother name of Chaima, Saeeda, Habiba same Latifa?” ask Mr. Omar suddenly. The maula that was still scratching her head immediately shook her head. Unfortunately, Mr. Omar laughed and asked Maula to ask Khayru directly.

The To Be Continued....