My Lovely Driver's

4

Today there was the inauguration of a new branch in a location a little far from the city limits, making Lukman had to wake up early in the morning on a track that was a little longer than usual.

Long time at the location of the event makes him look bored, can not do many things surrounded by strange creatures called women. A creature that is willing to endure the pain of a syringe or scalpel, just for the sake of appearing attractive.

But Natasha was different, she could have done all the beauty therapy. The woman chose to keep God's gift to her without any intention of changing anything.

Several times Lukman could not help but yawn when he returned to their territory again, until the sound of azan was heard slowly infiltrating the car.

“That's it Magrib. I want to pray for you to lose sleep!"

The man then started to turn on the sign lights before approaching a mosque, without feeling the need to listen to the answers of his interlocutors who were in the monthly cycle of women.

From the car Nata stared at Lukman's back into the mosque with typical architecture of the middle east. The man who used to wait for him during the break only to offer him a candy with a variety of short writings on it such as; I love you, Be mine, You are Sweet, Awesome.

Losing's sister who turns out not as bad as imagined. Lukman once helped his friend who was in an accident, he likes to play with children buskers on the school floor, besides Nata also often get Lukman is helping school officials sweep.

"Where are we now?" Lukman asked when he got back in the car.

This time Nata who was a bit hesitant answered questions related to the next route. He actually wants to shop at one of the famous stores selling the largest women's lingerie in the middle of the city.

"Mm. to Ladies yes" he said hesitantly, afraid of being laughed at.

"Huh? A place full of mannequins on that lingerie?" Lukman laughed at the thought of a place that became a magnet for women there.

"You know ask! I don't want to buy things like those on display. I want to find shorts or something nice to wear to sleep" Nata pursed her lips behind Lukman who was laughing at Nata's misbehavior.

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Sitting for an hour in the car, waiting for women shopping is very boring for men. Lukman is starving, but feels the responsibility of going out for food, fearing Nata is suddenly done.

Tenyata true said people, the time used to accompany the shoping woman felt very long. It is said that it can be used to sleep, and wake up when the hair is white.

Finally Lukman was relieved to see Nata back with one medium-sized bag in his left hand.

"God! For almost two hours there was just that little bag you bought? I thought you came out with two sacks of gunny!" Seloroh Lukman starts his car.

"You're such a chatty driver. Why would I buy that much?"

"Yes, it was going to be a wedding sovenir. It's funny that underwear is also made into Sovenir"

"Lukmaaan...!" He hit the man on the shoulder with his handbag. Welcomed giggling from the front bench.

The car drove quickly, Lukman planned to stop by Warung Nasi Pasang his favorite after delivering Nata. Arriving in front of the house, there was a man who had been waiting for them in front of the fence, Dion.

"Oh, he again...! Nata quickly you move forward, let him not suspect!" lukman's order for the meeting to step from the sidelines of two front benches. Nata's tiny body didn't make it so difficult to move.

"Why else are you here?" Nata opened the windshield of the car.

"It looks like I missed a few clothes here" he said, turning his eyes to Lukman. Staring at him was full of dislike.

"Don't make things up. You haven't lived here in a year. All your belongings have been delivered to the apartment, not left!"

"You forgot, ever since we had a fight I moved into the guest room? I think I remember putting two of my favorite Jersey shirts in there"

What Dion said was true. Before suing for divorce Dion insisted on staying at the house even though Nata threw him out. He hoped to fix things, but failed.

Nata did not know if there were some of his items in the guest room. The housekeepers never told him anything about the contents of the room that had been empty for a long time. No one's been staying there for a year.

"Let me get it, you just wait here with him" he looked at Lukman.

"There are underwear and some personal items as well. Just let me in for a second. Promise me, this is the last time. After this I won't disturb your lives anymore"

Dion seemed earnest with his words. Moreover, that promise, there has never been a similar promise so far. That's what Nata really wanted.

"Come in. And that promise you'll have to keep, this is the last time!" nata orders while gesturing to the housekeeper to open the gate so that the two cars can enter.

The door of the house opened Tina, Nata whispered something into the woman's ear so that no one went out of the room while her ex-husband was home. Nata is afraid that Dion will interrogate them about this fictitious marriage.

The man entered with eyes that continued to comb each inch of the house, as if he wanted to find something.

"Why aren't there any wedding photos in this house?" Dion asked full of questions.

The man stepped onto the second floor and picked up two pieces of clothing, none of which was as he had acknowledged earlier. Then Lukman and Nata realized that this man was not just trying to take clothes, he wanted to know the others. Dion began to stare strangely at the two people in front of him, who did not look like husband and wife.

Lukman then seemed to know what the man was thinking, then began to think something else.

"Dion, hurry up a little. Don't ruin both of our agendas tonight. We're still newlyweds.. We can't wait any longer" Lukman said, then embracing Nata's shoulders.

"Honey, the groceries in Ladies have been taken from the car, right? I can't wait.." teased Lukman who is now starting to restore the ends of Nata's hair.

"Dear baby..." Nata replied no less tempting, while lifting his shopping bag earlier.

Seeing the bag that reads the name of the most hits underwear store in the city makes Dion no longer able to hide his defeat.

"I'm saying goodbye" Dion said like a man who lost the war.

"OK, please" Nata.

"Nata, I'm sorry. Betraying you was the biggest mistake of my life." he said before stepping out of the house they once shared.

Nata closed the door, sitting down on the floor began to shed tears remembering the beautiful moment with Dion. He is very romantic, very caring, making Nata feel has a perfect marriage life even though it has not been blessed with children.

Nothing suspicious at first, until the husband suddenly starts locking his smartphone. Nata tried to peek at the key line pattern of the mirror reflection, as he put himself in the room. Then quickly clone the messenger application there. There are many messages from the ex-husband's first love. How surprised he was to see so many disgusting Vidio them.

At his affair, Dion admitted Nata was not as smart as the meeting****** it was playing in bed.

"Nothing to cry about Nata. It's no use." Lukman stood not far from him. Nata tried to get up, not wanting to look like a stupid woman.

As he was about to walk past Lukman who was preparing to return home, Nata found that the man was holding both his stomachs firmly. Like withstanding a very severe pain.

"Lukman, what's wrong with you?" Nata looked a little frightened to see the sweat begin to wet Lukman's forehead.

"Nata, please, take my medicine in the bag. Hurry up.." The man almost fell if not immediately arrested by Nata.

"Tina! Bi Ikom, Please...!!" The two housekeepers ran towards the source of the sound.

They embrace Lukman to the guest room on the first floor. Ikom found the medicine he was asking for, and Nata helped him drink it very carefully. He sat there watching Lukman who looked still in pain despite taking medicine.

"I'm fine. My stomach acid is relapsing. It usually takes an hour or two after taking the medicine" Lukman said trying to convince Nata with the rest of his strength.

"I'm sorry. You are hungry because of me.. We're going to the hospital?" Nata felt very guilty with slightly dewy eyes.

"It's okay. I am used to gini. It will disappear by itself"

Ever since his mother left home, Lukman's eating hours have been a bit of a mess. At first he was just a regular Magh, but since college his stomach is getting more problematic. Lukman was once knocked unconscious in his room. After the incident he was often afraid if left alone when the disease relapsed. It felt like he was almost dead.

"I bribe the porridge yes" Nata took a bowl of chicken porridge that was located on the table, Bi Ikom had just cooked it at Nata's request.

Nata put the first mouthful into the man's mouth. Lukman smiled to find Nata who seemed so sincere to feed him until the last drop.

"Sleep here, it's midnight. I'm afraid when you come home for nothing on the street. Outside the drizzle" said Nata before stepping out to close the door.

Want to refuse, but Lukman knows his body has not been so recovered to go home alone. Wants to survive, but he never sleeps alone when the disease relapses.

"say. Can you just open the door? Don't close" the request.

"Why?" Nata knitted his two eyebrows.

"I'm afraid this big house usually has ghosts" he said trying to joke despite looking pale.

Nata knew it was just a fabrication. He remembered his father who feared being left alone when he was ill. Mother always sleeps by my father's side when the disease recurs. It seems Lukman is having a similar fear.

"alright. I just slept on the couch in this room. If you can't stand it, we can go to the hospital" Nata re-entered the room with the door open.

"No, I don't feel good bothering you..."

"Udah don't complain, or you I drag out and sleep in the pool!" Then she lay down her body on the white sofa in the corner of the room, pulling a blanket over her entire body. Then sleep on Lukman's back.

"Thank You, Nata.” The woman turned back to Lukman. The two beads of their eyes clashed for a long time, then both threw smiles. Soon Lukman falls asleep, and Nata is occupied with his own thoughts.