Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 9. The 13th Birthday

Three years later ....

The reminder sign on Mobile Khayru rang in the middle of his busy life. He only glanced at it for wanting to finish his work first. After all, he grabbed the cellphone that had stopped burning and leaned his body while sighing.

 

“Yeah! Birthday of Maula!?” Khayru immediately got up from her seat. Pulling a suit draped on the back of the sofa while calling Aldi. “Di, I went undaunted, yes.”

 

“Where, Ru?”

 

“New inget, today's birthday.”

 

Khayru half ran towards the parking lot. He drove his car to a cake shop and a toy store. A few hours later his car was on standby in the schoolyard.

 

“In the meantime school hours. No surprises in class. Must be him mad.”

 

On his previous birthday, Khayru always asked the teacher for permission to come at the break. But this time not. He waited in the car while blowing many balloons with his own lips.

 

The bell went off. One by one, the class dispersed its students. At the gate that was jostling sounded the sounds of boys and girls who were fighting.

 

“Heh?! If you look around, dong. Got your eyes on dipake!” maki the girl while pointing her index finger at the boy's eyes.

 

Whether intentional or not, the jailing boy always ran from a distance and ended up crashing. Instead of apologizing, he smiled cynically.

 

“Apologies, no?!” The girl ruffled her waist while staring intently.

 

“That's just angry. People accidentally, kok.”

 

“Huge habit, yes. Wrong, ngeyel again.” The daughter who had started to rise in blood blew her punch and there was a fight that did not happen how many times since they were together in one class.

 

Everyone nearby screamed in shock.

 

“As Maula” voice. Khayru immediately got out of her car to break up.

 

There was a boy who began to fall because he deliberately did not give a fight.

 

“Stop!”

 

Khayru held back Maula's hand that was about to strike her fist again.

 

“Yes, geez. What the fuck are you, Dek? Who taught you to be a bouncer like this?”

 

Khayru also helps boys to get up and tidy up their uniforms.

 

“Sorry, yes, Riel. You okay ‘kan?”

 

He shook his head. “Nothing, Om.”

 

“Tante you haven't picked up yet, huh? ”

 

Suddenly a very beautiful woman came down from the taxi.

 

“Ariel ..!”

 

“Oh, the Aunt has arrived, Om.”

 

The beautiful woman came over with a smile.

 

“Sorry late, Riel. Aunt's car broke down. We'll take a taxi home, yes.” He frowned when he saw that there was a slight wound on Ariel's face.

 

“Custom ... They war again.” Khayru immediately explained while shaking her head. “Sorry, yes, Riel.”

 

“Tante wonder, loh. What's wrong with you guys? There is no day without a ceasefire. Fortunately, I broke up school. If not, we all carnival rame-rame again to the student room.”

 

“He who started, tuh!” Maula pointed at Ariel.

 

“I've given up, really. Look it! Hit aja, I did not reply you.” Ariel pointed at her slightly flushed cheekbones getting hit.

 

“Already, already. What if I take you home? Coincidentally we're in line.” Khayru offers a ride.

 

“You yes, Aunt, want.” Ariel slightly persuaded while tugging at the skirt wrapped in a third-foot tantenya.

 

“Ish ... basic shameless!” inner Maula while getting into her car.

 

Khayru opened the back door and pulled out balloons that filled part of his car.

 

“Please. Behind empty, kok.”

 

“Maula same Ariel, if you have a problem, try to be solved well, so do not fight mulu at school. Udah SMP, subscriptions in and out of the student room. Not ashamed of what?” khayru said as she turned the wheel.

 

“Tau, new. Just keep on hanging, tau-tau ntar match if it is big.”

 

A soul mate? Khayru rounded her eyes. Suddenly he was misbehaving.

 

“I?! Fooled by this weird Aunt Risa? It can't be.”

 

“Who also likes same jutek chick cake her. This day I saw his lips manyun like a duck's mouth,” Ariel timpal.

 

“Today Om forgot that he's birthday, Riel, so he's a manyun.”

 

 

“What is this, Bang?”

 

“Open it.”

 

The maula opened one by one. However, none of them caught his attention. He put it back in the bag and put it under.

 

“Why? Don't like it, huh?”

 

“Why is the gift still so-so? I'm thirteen, you know, Bang. Brother not creative, ah.”

 

“Kuenya do not like it too? His topping Brother made his own, that look at the cake shop. Still angel. Try to see first. That's Doraemon's face combined with your face. Funny, tau.”

 

Suddenly Ariel laughed. “Bolecule see, no, Doraemon combined face with duck mouth so what happens to it, anyway?”

 

“Abang was not heard just now he mocked me?”

 

“Makanya, do not sniff his mouth, let's not say rich duck mouth. Don't know what you want?”

 

“I want .. go to the rides ice skating.”

 

“Now?”

 

“Take.”

 

“Tante, I want to too. I'm going there now.” Ariel started whining.

 

“E uh, you're following Maula mulu. Intentionally, huh?” Risa poked Ariel's arm while smiling. His slow speech could still be heard by Khayru and Maula.

 

“Eng no! Who's following? Emang from yesterday want to go there, kok,” elaknya. Ariel's face flushed slightly.

 

“Ha ha ha ... Okay, okay. We both went there, but stopped by the mosque briefly, yes.” Khayru stopped her car in front of a small mosque on the side of the road. “After ice skating, promise yes, tomorrow-tomorrow no fight again, loh.”

 

“I don't want to be with him, Bang. Tar him nenggenggol me Sampe jatoh again kayak at school.”

 

“Kan no Brother,” he replied while opening the door. “Salat first, yuk.”

 

A few hours later they were able to surf freely in the ice skating arena which is in a large Mall in the city of Jakarta.

 

“Udah, yes. You play by yourself first. Brother wants to nemenin Aunt Risa there.” Khayru let go of Maula's hand and let her walk alone in the middle of the arena.

 

“Ris, you don't play?”

 

“No, Mas. Can't do.”

 

“Let me ajarin.” Khayru pulled his hand. Walk slowly, circling on the slippery ice floor.

 

“Where is your lecture, Ris?”

 

“Gak how-how, Mas. Still that's it.”

 

“When to graduation?”

 

“Insyaallah, this year.”

 

Khayru and Risa have known each other since childhood. Their parents were Mustamik³ at Kyai Abdurrahman's study. They are good friends just like their parents are always on good terms.

 

“Mas Iru is still coming to regular review?”

 

“Iya. Papa asked me to always make friends with his friends.”

 

Risa smiled reminiscing about the kindness of Mr. Zul during his life. “Mas remember not? Om Zul call me what first?”

 

“Iya, she always calls you ‘My daughter’ because we used to be very close, yes, right?”

 

“I guess, Mas forgot,” murmured.

 

Khayru looked at Risa's lowered face.

 

“I remember. Everything I remember.”

 

Risa returned Khayru's gaze. However, Khayru immediately turned her face away.

 

“It's too late in the afternoon. Let's go home.” Khayru looked at the watch in her hand.

 

Khayru waved her hand at Maula and Ariel so they would stop playing.

 

“We go home first. Play here again sometime.”

 

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Note :

 ³Mustamic means listener

To be continued ....