My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XLV

The clouds are not moving. The sun was so hot that day. The heat of the sun stung the skin, but did not discourage him to refuse his blind bicycle to the workshop.

The bike hurt again today. The back tire leaked because it was punctured by a nail. Be careful he refused his beloved vehicle because there are still valuable passengers sitting sweetly on his bututnya bike, a rectangular box that reads Mi Sedaap Korean Spicy Chicken.

Why valuable? Because in it does not contain noodles as soon as a Korean as written out of the box, but customer orders.

Sweat drenched over his cheeks, he wiped the sweat using the tip of his sleeve.

"Kaakk Jefri!" call Mariana. He was saddened when a thin man dressed slightly dirty with black oil, loose sleeveless clothes, long jeans torn in the knees and thighs, out of the bicycle surgery workshop.

If now actresses, young people like to wear torn pants like that, only to look stylish, but for the villagers, the clothes are torn because it has been worn too long aka shabby.

"Yeah" Jefri replied, "what else is sick this time?" He was saddened to show off his slightly yellow teeth due to smoking too much.

"The back of the heart needs to be dissected, brother. Knock a nail."

"Aiiisshh, your bike is too old, there is no energy to travel far. Better get to the nursing home. Why don't you just buy a change?"

"I love him too much, Jeff. Not until the heart wants to throw away. This is my first love, brother."

"There are you." Mariana was just sad. Toothpaste.

"I'll drop ya, I'll come take it back." Mariana lifted the box. Rather heavy the box, as it is full of accessories and sculptures of customers' orders.

He stood by the side of the road waiting for the transport while holding the box. It didn't take long, a city transport stopped in front of him.

Mariana boarded the transport, choosing to sit near the door. He smiled to greet the passengers in the car.

In less than ten minutes, the train stopped by the road. He got off with the other passengers. Mariana reached the end of the box, unwilling to carry. Weight. After all, the end is easier. He's walking around looking for his customer's house.

After arriving at a stone-walled house, painted white, there was a Honda motorcycle parked in the yard of the house. He knocked on the wide open door while greeting.

"Salomi!"

"Salom," answered two voices simultaneously.

Mariana was glued to the spot, as her eyes glared at someone.

'Daniel,' inner.

Daniel smiled broadly as they looked at him. The shingles are now. His happiness is clearly reflected in the look of his face and smile, but as much as possible he keeps the attitude so as not to arouse suspicion.

Mariana, the girl is still glued to the spot. She also develops a smile, but looks bland. His heart beat faster, not because of his love for Daniel, but his concern for the third world war that will happen soon.

His accident of meeting Daniel always caused trouble. The last time they met in a wood workshop a few months ago, ended Novi–wife Daniel had a fight with Tari.

Mariana frowned in front of the door, looking left and right. Worry rules his heart.

"Come, Son!" call Om Martin, the owner of the house, the father-in-law to Ms. Sinta, the customer of Mariana.

"Yes, Om."

He saw Daniel was packing up, re-storing his medical equipment.

Apparently the man was called in to check on Om Martin's health. After packing, Daniel took his leave.

"Om, I'm going home first. Make sure to always take medication."

Martin is nodding. "Thank you, Doctor." He drove Daniel to his yard.

Shortly after, the roar of a two-wheeled machine slowly left the yard.

"Oo, yes. Put it on the table!" Mariana according.

"I'm saying yes, Om?"

"Yes, Son. Thank you, huh?" Mariana nodded while throwing a friendly smile. Then left the house.

He walked to the highway, waiting for transport to return to the workshop to pick up his bike.

Daniel had been waiting for him under a mango tree, near the edge of the highway while leaning on his second wheeled vehicle.

"Dad!" call Daniel. Smile. "Old time I can't see you."

Mariana's footsteps stopped. He replied with a smile. "How are you, Dan?"

"Good."

"Your wife and children, how are they?"

Daniel did not like the question, but it was answered as well. "They're good."

Mariana nodded.

"How are you?" ask Daniel.

"Praise God, as you see now" he replied.

They stared long, letting the heart sing a song of longing.

"And!" call him softly, break the silence.

"Hm."

"You look busy."

Daniel smiled. "Every day is busy."

"Busy don't you ignore the wife's child." Daniel silent.

"Particularly your wife. Don't forget your duties as a husband. Inner breath also takes precedence, unless you are already incapable or you have a problem. Health for example." Mariana seemed to say something implied.

Daniel was silent, saying nothing. He didn't seem to hear what Mariana said. The flower of his heart was in bloom, after a long time withered resisting longing.

"Dad!" call him soft, "it is useless to have someone we do not want. Life feels empty, the mind is tormented."

Mariana did not answer. "I'm home first, a lot of eyes are looking at us."

He then set the pace of leaving Daniel. The man looked around. It is true what Mariana said. A group of mothers were sitting at one of the houses near where they were standing.

There were also people waiting for transportation. Whispering to one's own.

Tiiiiiiiettt!

The sound of the motor horn instantly shocked Mariana who was about to cross the highway. A blink of an eye his body floated then fell in someone's embrace.

'And?'

"Be careful! You're always so careless."