Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Forty four

Sunday for some people is the day to relax and choose to wake up during the day or stay at home to rest from the busy work. Some others, welcome him with enthusiasm because they will go on vacation to get a refresher of mind.

Some, will wake up early to exercise in public places. Either really exercise or just wash your eyes and widen the association. The spirit of Alsava is no less tempestuous, this Sunday happens to be a work holiday but choose to wake up early. Prepare to fetch a peaceful life of sentosa.

Today he plans to visit Rafan's house to pay off the debt. Actually, it's been since the bed Alsava's chest pounded not because of. He felt nervous if he could meet Rafan in person, I don't know what sentence he would say.

What apology first? Or a thank you for not taking yesterday's case to the legal track? Alsava sighed deeply and exhaled slowly, staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror.

Tidying up his casual clothes that were not messy, once again sighed while doing a light stretch.

"Hopefully there will be no problem there later," muttered Alsava while attaching his sling bag splitting the chest.

After making sure the online ojeg he ordered was on the order of the application, Alsava drove along with the online motorcycle driver to Rafan's address after confirming the destination address. Throughout the journey Alsava daydreamed, thinking hard to formulate a sentence that will be delivered to Rafan later.

"It's over to Mommy."

The voice of the online ojek driver-who ushered him-disperses the reverie of Alsava entirely. The girl got off the bike and pulled off her helmet. Frowning Alsava stared at the confused driver of the online motorcycle taxi in front of him.

"Loh Bang, why come down here?" Alsava handed him the helmet and the driver accepted it and then kept it in front of the motorcycle seat.

"This is the elite housing area of Mbak, so it can not be carelessly entered if it does not have access."

"What access?"

"In addition to the residents of this housing, yes the workers here who can enter this area Ma'am, sorry as far as I know it is so."

Alsava no longer pay attention to the words of the online motorcycle driver, Aslava eyes wildly staring at the luxury gate entrance to the elite residential area where Rafan lived.

He used to be seconded from the office, so he came and went in an office car. And his arrival has been confirmed directly to the housing security.

The online ojek driver has been driving since, but Alsava is still standing in front of the residential gate. With hesitation he stepped towards the housing security post.

"Excuse me sir, would you ask me if this is a real emerald estate?"

"Well, why is there anything to help?" A young, thin-bodied security man stepped closer towards Alsava.

"mmm.. Here I have an interest in going to the address of the Dizhwar family, what... can I enter?" asked Alsava carefully.

Security was frowning and then entered the guard post and chatted with the security of more senior fat bodies with a slightly protruding stomach.

"What's up?"

The farmed security came out of the guard post and approached Alsava, behind him the young security followed along with Alsava now.

"I have a need for the Dizhwar family, can I come in?" Alsava repeated his question to security earlier.

Tight-bodied security observes Alsava's appearance. His eyes were jelly from the tip of his hair to the tip of his feet. He knew that the Dizhwar family could not possibly deal with the simple girl before him.

According to him, Alsava does not belong to the category of relatives or people who have friendship with one of the Dizhwar family members. The tambung-bodied security cleared his throat for a moment and then sighed deeply.

"Please go Ma'am, I know what the Dizhwar family is like. And I don't think Mbak is among the people who can deal with the family" said security fatus body ketus while turning back into the guard post.

Alsava screeched as he left his waist. His face smiled full of scorn, ah why is also social status important for people to appreciate? Again Alsava grunted dislike, either because it was offended or inappropriate because of ordinary people, or because of something else. Not all people's status makes them happy.

Alsava pensively sat crouching, his eyes agile wandering around looking for ways to be allowed into this elite residential area. Suddenly a brilliant idea just flashed through his mind. At that moment his lips smiled widely and then nodded their heads.

The two security who were inside the guard post swiftly ran over to Alsava who was already sitting on foot in front of the housing gate. Flushed face and tears that kept dripping, Alsava managed to attract the sympathy of the two security who were looking at him confused.

"Sorry, what is it?" ask the thin-bodied security while stepping slowly closer towards Alsava.

"Hiks.. Hix... Hicks..!" Alsava chose to continue to sniffle and has not answered.

The thick-bodied security turned to the right and left and hesitantly stepped closer. Swallowing his saliva heavily and then looking at each other with skinny security.

"The mother calms down first, try to explain what's going on? We're talking in the guard post how?" security advice tries to calm. Alsava glanced at the two security alternately and then slightly slowed down his crying voice.

His breathing was slightly choked due to the sobbing cry. Applying eyelids trying to look plain and pathetic.

"I-I'm pregnant sir."

The two securitys looked at each other in surprise when they heard Alsava's words that were quite provocative. The girl tried to make these two security pity and let him into the residential area.

"What do you mean, Ma'am?" ask security tambun while looking to the right and left.

"Let's tell the story in the post!" said security berbambun. He tried to lift Alsava's body to stand up. Alsava complied with resignation while bowing his head.

***

Sunday is one of the days awaited by Arman because he can relax while wearing a sarong until noon. Lately Rafan rarely travels out of the house on weekends - especially Sundays.

Arman was sitting on one leg at the security post with housekeeper Diman Rafan. The two were enjoying the morning with black coffee and fried bananas made by bi Asih earlier.

"Sryupuuts.ck..Ah.. "

Arman sipped his black coffee deliciously. The bitter and fragrant taste of black coffee which is still warm nails immediately glide deliciously in his throat.

"No intention of returning to Man's village? I see since work a few months ago you never asked for a day off to go home." Mang Diman asked casually while eating fried bananas.

Sunny Sunday mornings and quiet enough to make Mang Diman and Arman can talk leisurely spend time.

"Not yet, not yet." Arman devoured one fried banana and sipped back his black coffee which was only one-third glass.

"Say there is nothing to be considered in the village," continued Mang Diman quipped Arman who is still single.

"About!"

"Bang, you have to take responsibility! I'm pregnant!"

Arman had not had time to throw a denial of the words Mang Diman, suddenly there was a girl who got off the motor security housing squealing and claimed she was pregnant. The fried banana that had been stuck to the lips of the mang Diman just fell down.

The faces of Mang Diman and Arman were both tense and shocked, they threw one another a puzzled look.

"Bang Arman, I'm pregnant with your son Bang!"

Arman choked on his own spit hearing the next screech from the girl before him.

"Arman is you?"

Mang Diman looked at Arman full of scorn while squinting.