Noctah Black Marriage

Hans Vs Li's

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"Salma!" call the guy in glasses minus.

Beside him stood a half-century-old woman with misty eyes.

"Papa? Mama?" I looked in disbelief.

My feelings are mixed. Likes, delights, surprises, sorrows and fears mixed into one. Then I took the backs of their hands in turn to shake hands. Hans was following straight away. Even though Papa-mama doesn't like it. But he still has great respect.

"How are you?" ask Mama with a typical Negeri Negeri Negeri, while stroking my hair.

"Alhamdulillah, fine, Mah."

"Oh, my goodness, Mama's son. Long time no see."

"Salma kangen." We also hugged.

After that, we all chatted inside the house.

"Why do we rarely call?" papa's talking.

"I'm sorry, Salma, Pah, Mah" I regret.

"Why did you move house?"

"We just want a new atmosphere, Mah," Hans replied.

"Well, do you know who the address of this house is?"

"From your neighbor (from your neighbor)."

"Who? Ceu Lia?"

"Yes, right. Ceu Lia."

"Papa Mama, why not say first if you want to go to Indonesia? Can Hans pick up at the airport."

"We'd like to surprise you."

"Ah, Mama." We hugged each other again.

"Hans, please take off the clothes! Inside there's Salma's favorite cake."

"Yes, Pah."

"Well, Tau and piah!" I cried as Hans took out two small jars from the suitcase.

If in Indonesia Tau Sar Piah is a kind of bakpia cake. Inside it contains green beans and red beans. 

Now my heart rhythm is getting louder. Especially after seeing the attitude of papa and mama to Hans who was quite friendly. Though if you remember before, Hans was always ignored, once invited to chat, even humbled. Thank goodness, now it seems to be changing.

We all kept chatting while enjoying the souvenirs typical of the neighboring country. My pregnancy was a long discussion, difficult to end. Guilt is more haunting because my lies are rolling further and further. Especially when catching a happy twinkle in the eyes of my parents. How fun it is to have a grandchild.

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Mama and Papa will stay in Indonesia for one week and they will spend the trip. He said the charm of Indonesia is hard to forget. When they lived here, they loved to walk.

"I go to work first, yeah!" Hans was getting ready to go to the market for the pelvic porters.

"Yes, be careful."

"Well, I'll go home through magrib. Want to meet with Mr. Joni first."

"Sir Joni?"

"Yes, one of my superiors used to be in the factory."

"Oh, yes."

Hans left without saying goodbye to my parents, because they were still not awake. I rushed to the kitchen to cook breakfast. If only fried omelet, now I am proficient. 

However, my intentions changed instantly when I saw that the dining table had already served the dishes. There are spinach-corn vegetables and fried chicken galangal as a side dish. Who else if not Hans cooking. I don't know what time he woke up? 

I relax in front of the TV. Because the house is always clean and tidy when I wake up at 06:00 am. Actually Hans often woke up during the morning adhan reverberating. However, because I was not used to it, I did not want to get up. 

He has changed a lot. In the past, he talked a lot, loved to fight, rarely prayed, prestige, but very sweet and obedient to me. Now he is a little talk, looks patient, diligent prayer, rarely wooing, according to circumstances. One more firm. Like the leader of the household in general.

Too bad he changed just for the sake of the kid I had. Try if he knows the truth. What's gonna happen?

"Sal, you're fantasizing (dreaming)!" exclaim Mama.

"Eh, Mama. Already awake?"

"Awake? I've had a shower to know."

"Yuk, let's have breakfast first," I asked.

"Bah, let's have breakfast first." My mother half shouted.

Papa came out of the room with a very neat appearance. We enjoyed the cooking that Hans had prepared.

"Sal, is this Hans cooking?"

"Kok, Mama knows?"

"Yes, if you cook, it won't be this good."

"Yes, Hans' peg is always steady," I said.

"Yes, since the first Hans just cook and pack the house!" cynical Papa.

"Pah .. shouldn't be so." scolded mama.

"It's reality."

"Heumm ..."

"Eh, Sal, is your husband still working at the factory?"

"Yes, Pah." I lied again.

After all, if I told you everything, I would have been forced to move to Malaysia with them.

We also finished breakfast the next morning. Sitting in front of the TV while discussing which tourist attractions today. 

Dreett .. My phone vibrates. It was Li's name that contacted.

"Yes, hello, what's the matter Li?"

"Sal, when are you going to break?"

"Oh, I want to re-sign like him."

"What's? Plis, not Sal. Okay, you just break it completely. But don't resign, yeah!"

Papa could immediately guess, if the one who was calling was Li. My only friend who knew him.

"Sal, that's Li, right? Try Papa to talk, "he asked.

"Sal, who's there?" ask Li.

"This is Papa. He said he wanted to talk to you."

"Oh yeah? Everywhere try?" Li was enthusiastic.

I'll send my flat object to Papa immediately.

"Hallo, Li, how are you?"

"Oh my God, is this really Papa Salma?"

"Yes, long time no see."

"Well, can Li meet?"

"Of course. We'll meet."

"Then I went to Salma's house, yes, Pah. It just so happens that there is no work."

"Oh, can-can. Waiting, Li," Papa replied.

Papa quickly returned my phone.

"Yes, Sal. What was? Can I go there?"

"But I've moved on."

"What's? Moving out?"

"My new address is sherlock, yes!"

"Ok-ok."

We're ending the phone call. Don't forget I sent you the location of the latest house.

Half an hour later. There was already the sound of cars parked in the yard. That must be Li. He always met my parents from a long time ago.

"Hi, Li. Long time no see," welcome Papa from the terrace.

"Well, old Papa didn't meet is still the same as before. Young enough."

"Ah, you could."

Li did not look awkward at all. They were as familiar as ever. Even I hear, occasionally if Li is having business in Malaysia, he likes to pay a visit to Papa-mama's house.

I became lazy when I heard them chatting long times wide. There's just something they're talking about. More clop with Li emang than with me-his children. What else with Hans, so far away! Between earth and sky.

I just fell in my room while listening to music. Uh, there's a door to the room.

"Sal," call mom.

"Yes, Mah." 

I'm opening ggas.

"Let's get ready, let's go!"

"Where, Mah?"

"Yes, to the tourist spot."

"Oh."

I just change clothes and carry a bag. They were waiting on the terrace. 

"Sal, what's the car key for?" asked Papa when he saw the car keys held.

"Lho, he said take a walk."

"Yes. We're using Li's train."

"The? Don't Pah! He's a busy man. Salma's car, I said.

"Who said he was busy? My people want to go for a walk with Papa-mama, kok," Li said.

"Tuh right. Let's get on!" papa's Word.

If this is the case, I follow. Along the way, they were still chatting this as well. I just decided to go to bed.

I don't know how many hours have passed. I woke up writhing. 

"Ekhm, it's really good to sleep" Li said.

"Huh, where are we? How come, haven't you been to?"

"Now, just wait until."

After a few minutes, my eyes caught up to the passing road. Hot temperatures, gusts of strong wind when the car's windshield windows are lowered say hello.

"Lho, are we going to Pelabuhan Ratu beach?" sontak.

"Yes, Salma," said Mama while shaking her head.

"Geez!" pat jidat. "I think we want to go to Situ mountain or Bukit Baros that way" I said.

Yes, I do live in Sukabumi City. From my town to the coast of the queen's harbor takes about two hours.

"Salma-salma." Papa shook his head.

I hurriedly sent a message to Hans to let him know. But still tick the ashes. Maybe now Hans's pulling passengers. Never mind, I put the phone back in the bag.

Li parked his car. Citepus Beach which is still part of Pelabuhan Ratu beach, became the main choice to unwind the trip. In addition to its strategic position, this beach also has a coastline of three to five kilo meters. The vast expanse of sand has a sloping surface shape.

Papa and Mama jumped straight to the beach. Mama seemed to run as the waves would sweep her feet. They laugh like two people who are kasmaran. I am happy, at the age of half a century, they are still harmonious and harmonious. Sometimes I envy Papa's loyalty to my mother. Because I dreamed the same thing. Aged with Hans, complement each other without the scars that keep trying to close.

Almost a clear circle escaped my bead. Immediately I turn my attention around. Li seemed to wave my hand for me to approach.

"Sit down here!" her word.

I'm just fucked. I dropped the weight on the balloon couch that was rented. Casually sipping on the coconut ice he gave. Under the umbrella beach roofed rumbia I enjoy the cradle of the wind that hit the eyes until it feels heavy.

"Now!" Li looked so understanding as always. She held out a fashion glasses to me.

Immediately I received and now can enjoy back with myaman beach atmosphere that is not too crowded. Maybe because it's not a holiday and it's still working hours too.

"Li, aren't you playing the waves?"

"No ah. Oya, Sal, are you seriously pregnant?" he suddenly looked at my stomach.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, how do I feel something is strange?"

"What's? Don't think of your freaks. Watch out!" My eyes are glaring sharply.

"It's so bumil."

I don't mind it anymore. My eyes were upon a young mother riding on a horse with her baby. My mind travels .. If I also had children, I would have hired a horse to ride along the beautiful beach.

Not felt after a day at Pelabuhan Ratu exploring some of the existing beaches, the day went up in the afternoon. Tired and full of stomach, we decided to go home.

Arriving at home, it was dark and the clock on the wall had shown at 19:00 Wib. Li also went straight home.

Apparently Hans was waiting in the TV room. I think he's still with that friend who was the boss at his place of work.

"How's the vacation fun?" hans asked warmly.

"Yes, of course. It was fun" replied Papa. "Otherwise it was Li who brought us," he continued without thinking about Hans feelings.

"Sorry, yes, Mas. It was an impromptu departure," I regret.

"It's okay, really." Hans smiled faintly.

"Wak himself, just returned from the factory? Doesn't the boss keep working there?" Papa's tone scoffed.

"Factory? I haven't worked at the Factory in a long time, Pah," Hans explained, making my heart beat fast. 

I lied to papa-mama.

"So you're unemployed?" sentak.

"No. I keep working."

"So where do you work?" Papa's eyebrows are uplifted.

"I work in-"

"I-it ... Eemm ...," as perplexed.

"Where?" reset papa.

"Morning at the Market, noon, and night help out at a friend's cafe" Hans replied in the end.

"What?!" papa's eyes are breaking.

Gawat .. There will be a loud ultimatum!

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