Not a Widow

Asi

Keenan pulls Syafira into his motorbike parking lot. After that he took the helmet and handed it to Syafira.

"What is this om?" ask Syafira.

Keenan answered her with the origin of "This chocolate, widow"

Syafira clucked "This helmet om not chocolate, gini time just don't know"

"You know it" Keenan replied.

Keenan put a helmet on Syafira's head. After that he took off his jacket and put it on Syafira's waist, so that his smooth thighs are not visible when riding the bike later.

Then Keenan sat Syafira in his motorcycle seat.

Keenan himself did not wear a helmet, because the helmet he used to wear by Syafira.

On the way, Syafira asked Keenan.

"Om, where am I going?" ask her.

"Where it's not to the grave, if you want to go to the grave later if you die" Keenan replied.

"Anyway, don't you want to kidnap Syafira?" Syafira.

"Why do I kidnap you, there's no profit. Even the loss." Answer Keenan.

Syafira pinched Keenan's waist, making the 25-year-old man in pain. Keenan looked towards the rearview mirror. He saw Syafira who was cool to enjoy the wind on his motorbike.

Keenan runs his motor slowly. He usually always drives. But because he was carrying a pregnant girl so he slowly.

During the trip Syafira began to sleepy, he also fell asleep on the motorbike. His head was leaning against Keenan's back. Keenan who saw Syafira fall asleep immediately took Syafira's hand and wrapped it around her waist.

"Basic kebo" said Keenan.

Soon after, Keenan arrived at his destination. Keenan tried to wake Syafira up.

"Double, wake. We are late" he said.

Shafira began to open her eyes. He looks around her. And how surprised Syafira, it turns out he is on the beach. Syafira immediately opened his eyes wide and then directly descended from Keenan's motorbike. He ran to the beach, leaving Keenan on his bike. Keenan immediately parked his bike and followed Syafira.

"Double, don't run. Inget you're pregnant" cried Keenan. He did not want Syafira to endanger his own content.

Aware of that, Syafira finally stopped running. He was busy admiring the beauty of the beach. Without caring for Keenan who was beside her.

"Thank you om, take me to the beach" Syafira said with a sincere smile. Even though Keenan sucks for her but she's still good.

"Don't thank me, I just don't want you to be sad anymore. The problem is that if you are sad your face is similar to an orangutan" Keenan said.

"A person as beautiful as I am as an orangutan? Then what's up with om" Syafira said.

"Of course I'm handsome, in this world no one has good looks like me." Keenan said proudly.

Syafira did not answer again. He saw a view of the beach with blue water, white sand and clear sky.

Suddenly Syafira felt nauseous. He will vomit but cannot vomit. Keenan who was beside her was worried. "Why you?"

 ask her.

"I'm fine, I just feel nauseous" Syafira said.

Then after his nausea began to subside. Syafira was silent as she looked towards the beach. Syafira held her stomach still flat. He stroked his elus. Syafira loved the child she was born with. But not with his father. Syafira hates the father of the child.

"How are you?" keenan asked to break the silence.

"My relationship is very good" Syafira said.

"May I hold your stomach?"

Syafira. After obtaining permission from Syafira, Keenan held the belly of the shafira.

"Hello dedek baby, this is uncle Keenan. Dedek baby do not be naughty in the belly of the mother, kasian bunda" said Keenan.

Keenan pursed his lips. He was like a child who was sulking at his mother.

 "If your son calls me grandpa, then what about you? Maybe he'll call you Mother widow" Keenan replied.

"Honey, my son will only call me mother" said Syafira.

Syafira was upset because every time Keenan always teased him. "It's om om maybe thirsty caress times" inner Syafira.

"Om, it's 25 years old but why does it look like it's 20? The secret is what the hell let me look younger kek om" asked Syafira to Keenan.

"The secret is just one, drink and eat Asi every day" Keenan said.

Syafira shut her mouth in disbelief. Turns out Keenan still drinks breast milk.

"I did not think that om still nyusu same mother om" said Syafira.

Keenan frowned. Only then did Keenan understand that Syafira misunderstood Asi as he meant. Whereas the asi that Keenan means is a nutritious intake. "Based on a stupid girl, can she say that cake. I work ah" muttered Kenan.

"Yes, Asi from mother makes us young. Try to do it later at home" said Keenan while holding back a laugh.

"OK I tried. Just be careful if you lie" replied Syafira.

It was late afternoon, Keenan and Syafira decided to go home. Keenan drove Syafira home.

"Where is your house?" ask Keenan.

"In jln hero no 17 om, his house is purple" explained Syafira.

Keenan nodded in understanding. Soon Keenan arrived in front of Syafira's house. Syafira got off his bike and thanked him.

Again Keenan did not have time to ask for Syafira's number. Keenan sighed, but at least Keenan knew where Syafira's house was.

Syafira went into the house feeling better than before. Inside the house, both of her parents were watching television. Shafira approached the two and sat down with them.

"Where are you from?" ask Tio.

"Syafira has seen a friend, father" replied Syafira.

Tio nodded and refocused on the television. Syafira approached the vienna and whispered

"Mother, Shafira can't drink mother's breast?" Syafira.

Vienna glared at his eyes. What's wrong with this princess. Her brain is getting weirder and stranger by the day.

"Why do you want to drink mother's breast?" ask Vienna.

"Wina's friend said, if you drink breast milk can stay young mom. Syafira wanted to try it" Syafira said.

Vienna shook her head. "Darling, your friend must be lying. Because all that is not true" said Vina while stroking Syafira's head.

"So that's not true, ma'am?"

Vienna nodded. "Based on om-om nyebelin, how dare he lie to me" inner Syafira.

"What are you talking about?" ask Tio.

"The secret of women yah" replied Syafira with a crybaby.

"Yes, Syafira went to the duu room, ma'am, wanted to rest" Syafira said.

"Yes dear" replied Vienna.

In the evening

Keenan was lying in bed and imagining how Syafira asked for breast milk from her mother. He laughed a little.

"In addition to the widow, the right call for her is a foolish girl. Because he is really stupid" said Keenan.

As he became sleepy, Keenan began to prepare for sleep. He turned off his lights and went to sleep.