Red Hooded Girl

Lunch

Mimin stopped his steps and faced left to face Yusril and looked at her sharply. “Yus, I told you. I'm already married. I'm married!" emphatically.

"Who are you married to, Yas? The same failed Rehab Artist?! I don't trust Yas!"

"You have to trust Yus!"

"If you marry the Fahri who he said usatz, maybe I'll believe it. But. if married to the failed Rehab Artist. He's not your dream man, is he?"

"The truth is I'm married to him. And he's my husband!" mimin.

Mimin back swing his pace. And Yusril did not stop following him.

"Where are you going Yas?!"

"I want to have lunch with my husband. You go home Yus. Don't follow me!" exclaim Mimin.

Mimin's appeal did not dampen Yusril's steps. He followed Mimin. Until Mimin crossed the road and approached the gods in the place of this morning that had been promised.

The gods have already arrived at that place. And he got off the bike when he saw Yusril accompanying Mimin step.

"Hey..why do you want my wife!" gerutu Dewa when Mimin and Yusril were already nearby.

"Hey... Artist Failed Rehab! I can't believe you're Yasmin's husband!"

"Yeah...!!" mimin. He was furious, did not like the sentence spoken by Yusril.

"If it were true that you were married to him, I'm sure there would be something. Maybe he's playing shaman Yas!" yusril tukas unwarranted.

"Hey... Lurah Failed Nyalon Council! Don't be careless when you talk. Where might I be the handsome kebangetan this shaman play!" balakan Gods.

"Udah... Let's just go! Later the rush of rest time runs out," said Mimin.

"Yeah... Sorry you went home. Once again I apologize to you" Yasmin told Yusril.

Then God put a helmet on Mimin's head and locked it until it reads 'click'. The god climbed on his bike followed by Mimin who sat in the back. Then the motor drove off leaving Yusril and her broken heart scattered.

"We pray first!" tell Mimin who is sitting in the bonfire.

"What?" Because the motor is running, God can not hear well what Mimin said.

Mimin leaned forward, and turned his head to the side toward the face of God. He spoke near the ears of the Lord to be heard.

"We're looking for a mosque. We pray first!"

The god turned his head briefly to the side, approaching Mimin's face. "Yep...!"

God stopped his motorbike in the parking lot of the great mosque. Mimin went down first and then followed by Dewa. Mimin tried to open his helmet but he struggled because the helmet was locked. While God had unlocked his helmet and placed it in the trunk of the motorcycle hanger.

"Why?" asked God when he saw Mimin holding a helmet lock under his chin.

"Ga can not be," Mimin replied with a shy blush.

"Oh. can't do it. I can help you get the helmet off, can I?" tawar Gods. At the bottom of his heart he was smiling.

Mimin. "I-yes I can."

God smiled. Then he approached Mimin and placed his hand on the helmet lock under his chin. Within seconds, the eyes of the two of them were intertwined. Until then Mimin disconnected his views and chose to subordinate his views. It is inevitable that the glare of the eyes of the Gods really makes his chest dag dig drug uncorrupted and his heartbeat beat irregularly.

The god pretended it was difficult to unlock the helmet lock so that he could stay close and stared at Mimin's face at this close range.

"Okay. kok hard ya.. it seems like the key is broken, nih," said God pretend.

"Oh... How do you keep going? Can't it be opened?" Mimin's face looked panicked. Panicked, his hand spontaneously touched the hand of the God with the intention of helping the God unlock the helmet under his chin. Within a few seconds their hands touched each other holding the helmet lock and then their eyes looked at each other.

"If it wasn't both of them like this..." God unlocked his helmet lock 'click'.

"So you can unlock the helmet," he continued, holding a smile.

The god took off the helmet used by Mimin and placed it in the rearview mirror of the motorbike. While Mimin still bowed blushed with red cheeks blushing due to the actions of the God who bullied him.

Then they walked to the place of Wudu. The god entered the place where the male wudu and Mimin entered the place of the female wudu. And then they went into the mosque to perform Zuhr prayer in the great mosque. If a few days ago God met Fahri in this mosque. But now he did not find it because today is not the schedule Fahri pray in this mosque.

"So where are we going to eat?" ask the gods after performing prayers. They were walking towards the motor park.

"It's up to you" Mimin replied straightforwardly.

"You're going to Ka ef what's going to Mek?" ask the gods again

"Don't... Don't go there!"

"Eatya you dong that determines where we want to eat. I have not yet memorized this city" explained the God.

"We're going to Madani."

"Not Mang Dani but Madani."

"What's that?"

"You will know."

"I don't know the place."

"I showed you the place."

"There's a gecko in the afternoon. Okay, dear."

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With direction from Mimin, they arrived at Madani Fried Chicken. God stopped the bike in the parking lot. Unlike when in the great mosque earlier, Mimin this time can easily open the helmet because he deliberately did not lock his helmet.

"Oh... This is rich Ka ef si ya," said Dewa as his gaze circled in all directions. Staring at the rows of seats visitors this place is partly filled and partly still empty. Because according to the monitor more people who buy with a 'take away' system than eating on the spot. Then his gaze turned to betamart who was right next to this place to eat.

"What do you want. chest, wings or thighs?" ask Mimin.

"Emmm... Thighs. Yes, I love the thighs" he replied with a smile.

Then Mimin ordered two packages of rice and chicken as well as two bottles of mineral water. Mimin chose the most angular seat. Not without reason, because he did not want the possibility of people who knew him seeing he was alone with God. He is still awkward with the status that exists.

They began to enjoy a piece of white rice and crispy fried chicken like crispy fried chicken like in Ke ef si. Do not forget before eating, wash your hands and read the basmalah.

"Mina... Can I not?" ask the gods in between eating activities.

"Can." Mimin's answer was short.

"It looks like you're hiding me from your office friends. Hiding our marriage status."

Mimin was silent and did not answer. He focused on his eating activities.

"Is it because you're ashamed to have my husband?"

Mimin let out a long sigh and threw it away slowly.

"Yes I'm ashamed."

"Because of my work?"

Mimin shook his head.

"Then because of what? I'm handsome like this when you're ashamed."

Silent

"Because you love Fahri?"

"I'm ashamed of our sudden marriage. What if my friends ask me why our wedding is sudden." Mimin was silent for a moment staring at the god.

"Do I have to tell you the story behind this marriage? If we get married because we were raided!"

Now replace the silent God.

"I'm sorry about that night."

"No need to apologize, not your fault either."

"I shouldn't have undressed that night. I'd rather catch a cold than those people accusing me of nothing."

"Your clothes are dirty because of my vomit. It's not your fault."

"Do you regret what happened that night?" ask God.

Mimin.

"Do you regret this marriage?" ask the gods again.

"You yourself how do you regret what happened that night?" Mimin asked back.

"I regret the attitude of those people who accuse us of heinous charges. But I do not and will never regret this marriage" God said with confidence.

"You know ga... I used to aspire to be a rocker.” The god paused his words staring at Mimin.

“But then after meeting you..my ideals changed direction,”.

“Changed bow so what?”

“So her husband Jasmina Zahra bint Haji Zaenudin.”