Not a Widow

Dreamtime

"Once again you say I'm a widow then I will.."

"What will?" ask Keenan.

"I'll hit you" Syafira said with her floor.

Keenan laughed loudly. He held his stomach. While Syafira scolded Keenan for daring to laugh at him.

"Son like you would hit me, that's right. I flicked your forehead and you must have fallen" Keenan said.

"I'm not a kid, I'm an adult. I am 18 years old" Syafira said arrogantly.

"18 years is the age of corn. Growing up is like I'm 25" Keenan replied.

Syafira. Syafira thought Keenan was 20 years old. "Are you really 25?" Ask Syafira.

Keenan.

"Means I have to call om dong to you" Syafira said in a teasing tone.

"Don't call me Om, widow. Call me Keenan". Again Keenan called Syafira a widow.

Syafira hit Keenan with the book he was holding. Keenan complained of pain but Syafira did not want to stop. Keenan finally held Syafira in both hands. Syafira looked at Keenan, and vice versa.

They both looked at me for a long time. Until Keenan finally let go of Syafira's hand.

"Om why is it so cute. My name is Syafira is not a widow.Why do you keep calling me a widow anyway "Sbal Syafira.

Syafira deliberately called Keenan with the name om. She wants revenge because Keenan calls her a widow.

Keenan pretended to think. "Hmm why" he said.

"Because you look like a widow" said Keenan with a laugh.

"Less asem nih om om" Inner Syafira.

Suddenly Syafira's phone rang. Syafira lifted him up.

"Hello dad" he said.

"Hello baby, are you still in the park?" Answer Tio.

Syafira glanced at Keenan for a moment. "Yes dad, why?"

"Hurry home, your father and mother have found a suitable place for you to open a stall" said Tio.

Syafira immediately smiled. He's very happy. "Ready dad. Shafira's coming home now"

Shafita turned off her phone. And look towards Keenan.

"Om Syafira go home first yes" he said.

"Where are you? Want a duda?" Ask Keenan. Keenan likes to tease Syafira. Because he thinks Syafira is very funny. Different from other girls.

"You go home, om. Drug" Syafira immediately went to leave Keenan alone. Keenan had intended to ask for Syafira's number. But Syafira was gone.

Keenan looked at Syafira who was already far from his sight. "Beautiful, funny and attractive" Keenan's inner. Keenan was happy to see the girl again.

Keenan will finally be home. He took his bike and went home. While driving the motor Keenan kept imagining Syafira. Keenan smiles at his own smile.

"Wait for my widow, we will definitely meet again" Keenan murmured. Keenan chuckles amusedly. He could call a beautiful girl a widow.

"Even if he was a boy but he already had a child in his stomach" Keenan told himself.

Keenan went home with a small hum. Mela was surprised to see him.

"Tumben you come home happy, usually you if you go home must be tired or pouting" said Mela.

Keenan approached his mother, and sat down beside her. "Keenan meets jodoh ma"

"You mean?" ask Mela.

Keenan told me all about Syafira. Starting from the first meeting to Syafira who is pregnant.

"Do you like her?" ask Mela.

"Maybe. Uh but if Keenan really likes what mom agrees. She's pregnant with it." Keenan said as he looked at Mela.

"Why not? As long as the girl can make you happy, my mom agrees. And about her pregnancy, Mama didn't bother about it. If you can tell why she's pregnant?"

"He was pregnant because of the irresponsible actions of someone Ma. And Keenan was sure the girl was a good girl. There is another fact about her pregnancy"

"Poor girl, Mama doesn't forbid you if you like her. As long as you don't hurt her, she says it's because she's also a woman. Mama understands her feelings"

Keenan. "I'll find out about the girl ma, I'll ask papa for help later" Keenan said.

Silence, Mela smiled happily. It seems like her son will get a partner.

Keenan. "His name is dowager ma"

Mela glared at hearing her name. The time of the beautiful girl is called Widow. There must be something wrong with this son.

"You're seriously called a widow?" ask Mela again.

Because he's not sure about it.

"Not Mah, his name is Syafira. But Keenan called her a widow." Keenan.

Mela just shook her head. I don't know what Keenan thought until a girl as beautiful as Syafira was called a widow.

"Keenan to the room first mah, want to rest"

Without waiting for an answer. Keenan went straight into his room.

Syafira has arrived at her house. He said hello and went into his house. Shafira immediately greeted her parents and sat down before them.

Tio handed me five photos. The photo is a cafe photo.

"Dad, Syafira wants to open a small shop instead of a cafe" Syafira said.

"You have complied. After all, a cafe is better than a stall" Tio said

"It was chosen once, dear" added Vienna.

Finally, Syafira did not want to choose. He chose a cafe close to the lake. Because the position is very good according to Syafira.

"Syafira choose this one" Syafia said while showing a photo of the cafe she chose.

"Well, I'll get it ready for you"

Tio kissed Syafira's forehead. Syafira kissed her father on the cheek. Then Syafira hugged her mother.

"Now that you rest, you must not be exhausted" said Vienna.

Syafira nodded and immediately went to her room. Syafira settles down on her bed. He thought of his meeting with Keenan.

"Well, if you meet again, you still call me a widow" said Syafira.

Shafira was upset with Keenan for always calling her a widow. But Syafira was also grateful to Keenan. Because of Keenan, Syafira had already forgotten all her troubles.

Syafira prepares to go to sleep. He will close his eyes. But it failed, because the phone rang.

Syafira checked her phone and saw Rena's name plastered wide on her phone. Rena is Syafira's only friend in her college.

Shafira pressed the green button.

"Syafiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Shouted Rena.

Shafira immediately covered both of her ears. His friend seemed to be upset.

"What's Ren?" asked Syafira casually.

"What did you say? You haven't been to college for days. And you didn't tell me either" Rena said from the end of the phone.

"I quit college" Syafira said. Before his best friend screams again. Shafira closed her ears.

"WHAT" scorching Rena.

"You're serious Fir, you must be thinking of me again" said Rena.

"No, I'm serious. I'll explain to you why, but not now. I'll go first"

Syafira turned off her phone. He did not want his friend to ask questions. Because Syafira is not ready to give the answer. Syafira is sleeping.

"Mother.look there there is papa" pointed a child.

The boy pointed at a man. The man turned his back and it turned out to be Keenan.

"Hello dear from now on you are a papa child" said Keenan.

Keenan held the little boy. Then he looked towards the shafira who was still surprised by Keenan.

"Let's go baby" Keenan clasped Syafira's finger.

"Where?" ask syafira.

"We're going to put our son to bed first, then we're going to make him a little brother" Keenan said.

"Yetoooooooooo"

Syafira awoke from her sleep. He glanced at his room. There's no one. Thank goodness for dreams. Syafira did not want the dream to come true. Where would she marry that shitty guy. Ah no more precisely the annoying om om.

Syafira continued her sleep quietly. This time he was not dreaming anymore.