Rania script

Weighty

Dimas riding the motor a little tight, he chewed candy to prop up his stomach that was already hungry once.

" Because of this anam.. !" gerutu while continuing to drive his motorbike, he just came home from his routine to play football together with the sports teacher association.

When Dimas was resting and preparing to devour his provisions, suddenly the ball just slid towards him and made a stock Dimas kocar lacquer on the grass.

Dimas was very upset when he remembered the moment a few minutes ago.

At the pull of the motor gas again because his stomach was getting hungry, but suddenly the man stopped on the side of the road,

he saw a woman he knew.

" Hey?!!" call Dimas from a distance to see the arm of a woman he knows pull a rough pull.

Actually many see, but just pass by without asking or breaking up.

" Don't be rude Mas same woman..not good at seeing people, what's the problem? good conversation at home can be.. " Dimas approached and put away the hand of the man who was pulling the woman he knew.

" Why mom?" tanya Dimas looked at the woman who taught him one school.

" it's okay sir." replied Jihan but with a tense and depressed face.

" Don't interfere?! don't be so smart about meddling with people!!" the man pointed at Dimas, the man's gaze unpleasant.

" i'm not saying, don't be rude to women. This is on the side of the road, warned well how to be loud? comeing! " answer emotional Dimas,

" sopo coen from Jihan?! (are you jihan?!)" ask the man in a harsh tone.

" I'm koncone, arep ngopo sampean?! (i'm a friend, what do you want?!)" Dimas who had a higher and straighter body than the man walked forward, his look was not afraid in the least, although in fact the body was a little trembling withholding hunger.

" uh..! so because of this man you decided to part with me ?!" the man again pulled Jihan's arm hard.

" Don't you go crazy Fahmi? don't bullshit?! " Jihan screamed in pain as his hands were pulled and clutched tightly.

" Daddy?!! I have to say how many times, don't be rude! don't look for me because of me! I am hungry, my mother! hungry!! " Dimas, pulling the crate and glaring, inexplicably arrived a strange sentence appeared from Dimas' mouth, either the push from his empty stomach or something else.

Let alone the man named Fahmi, Jihan alone until shocked and backwards to see Dimas who exploded like that.

The man suddenly trembled at the expression of Dimas who was like a kingkong was rampaging.

Hunger makes Dimas' emotions double.

" Ngaleh or sampean?! (didn't you?!)" firm Dimas harder.

Not answering but the man retreated little by little, removing his crate from Dimas' grip and scattering away and into his car.

Dimas who saw it clucked annoyed, he then shook his head..

he feels ironic.he can usually fuss with people in this hungry condition.

" this is why I always carry provisions." his grunts turned and looked towards Jihan.

" Kruukkk.." Dimas's stomach was heard,

" ooh.." lamented with a face that suddenly turned sad.

" Feed in my house only.not far from here sir.." Jihan's voice was slow, the woman who was usually fierce on Dimas was suddenly becoming understanding.

" No ah. later I think it's really the affair of Jihan ma'am again." replied Dimas origin, who,

" i'm not having an affair sir, come to my house, the front alley is coming in. The house has my sister really.." replied Jihan patiently, jihan,

Dimas was silent he was worried,

" yes if you want to go home, please.is the father's house far away.later fainted father.."

Dimas is still weighing, though,

" let me just go home, I'd like to eat at the teacher's house, which always antagonizes me at school.." Dimas refused.

" Then let me treat, so you don't have to hesitate, just think of my gratitude.." Jihan pulled Dimas' arm and took him walking towards the row of shophouses not far from the place.

The two enter one of the eating places, seeing Dimas who was still confused Jihan forcing him to sit down.

" I don't like being indebted to people, sir.so just think of it as break even, a message as full as you are." Jihan told Dimas.

" I have to buy me a ticket for the day after tomorrow." said Rania with half-circumcised eyes, he had said that many times but Aksara did not answer him instead discussing something else.

" I'm gonna take a nap. Don't forget to buy me a ticket.."

" the ticket you keep talking about, as if you're gonna be impatient to leave me.." Aksara was always surly when Rania talked about going home.

His mouth did say it would not prevent his wife from coming home, but actually his heart wanted to prevent and not be sincerely left behind.

" Wake up. let's take a shower, let's walk.." Aksara pulled the lazy hand of Rania to get up.

" road to where, since when the hell do Mas like the road? It bothers me to not sleep, right?" grouse Rania.

" I want to spend time with you.. "

" at home can you be..?"

A silent character heard that, the look on his face was really unhappy.

I don't know what the man was thinking, without saying anything else he immediately walked out of the room.

Rania who slightly caught the unpleasant expression Aksara instantly got up from her lying position.

" Mas..??" call Rania while out of the room, he realized Aksara is always sensitive when he discussed the matter of returning home.

But Rania doesn't want to go home.

" She said she wanted magrib? why even stay on the terrace..let's go Mas?!" Rania found her husband sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette.

" Come in, I'll smoke for a while." said Aksara without looking at his wife,

" hasn't it been a promise to cut back on cigarettes..?" Rania sat next to her husband.

Silent character did not answer, he continued to smoke his cigarette.

" Yes already.let's go for the road.." Rania leaned her head against Aksara's shoulder.

" I no longer want to walk." replied Aksara calmly but look disappointed.

Actually he wanted to spend this little time with Rania, because as long as they were married the two never really spent time outside the two like a proper couple.

" What's the crab..?" ask Rania,

and Aksara just shook her head slowly.

" What do you want me to do...?" Rania looked at her husband,

do not go home. Here alone.it is actually a sentence you want to say Aksara, but again the man is just silent.

He was afraid to be considered disrespectful to his wife by forcing his wife out of a job that was very fond of her.

" I. do not calm down." said Aksara after a long silence,

" why..?"

" I've seen members far away from his wife, I think they're fine, and that's easy, but why imagine you're living alone is my heart hurting so much..

not like yesterday when I left you in Java..

this time my heart hurts more.." Aksara still did not look at his wife, his gaze straight ahead and occasionally bowed.

" Mas.pardon me.." Rania's voice shrieked, she hugged Aksara's arm.

" I want to be a good husband for you. Whatever it is you are happy, if teaching is the thing that can make you happy.go home.." Aksara said in a slightly depressed voice.

" I can only go back to Java once a month. and even then only 3 days 4 days, do you manage to do that..?"

Now Rania who could not answer, drowned her face in the arm of Aksara, hugging Aksara tightly.

" I held myself back, but you cried.. " Aksara hugged his wife who was hiding those tears.

" don't be angry if in a day I call you many times..

at least with your voice my longing will be a little less..." Aksara embraced Rania tighter, though,

though her heart of nelangsa imagined the day without Rania after this.