Replacement Ribs

19. She's My Wife

I don't know what the two people are talking about. Kirana smiled occasionally and it made Tristan feel furious. All this time he had never seen Kirana smile so sweetly for him.

"Excuse me!" He greeted with a heavy voice that sounded more like a hiccup. His gaze was sharply fixed on Kirana who was surprised instead of playing to see her arrival at that place.

"Would you pick up his son, sir?" asked Baraka kindly.

"I'm going to pick up my wife." Tristan replied with a gaze still fixed on Kirana who was looking to bring their irises together.

"Wife? This is a place to teach children. And since then there has been nothing awaited by his mother here," said Baraka.

"My wife has been talking to you since" Tristan said.

Baraka cringing. Then looked at Kirana who was still in shock with the presence of Tristan.

"I mean….Kirana?"

"Yes. Why?" jawwb Tristan's. Baraka looked calm despite being stared at so sharply by him.

"You're the teacher here? You better learn again. Let me know how the law approaches a man's wife,"

"Mas!" Kirana reminded Tristan who had spoken out late. She apologizes to Baraka for her husband's disrespectful attitude.

Kirana took Tristan away from the place. Make sure that no one will hear their conversation.

"What are you here for?" he asked after they pulled away from the crowd of children and also far from Baraka's hearing range.

"Fetch you. Let's go!" Tristan pulled Kirana's arm.

"Can't now. The children have not been disbanded."

Even the annoyance sounded. "Are you the only teacher here? There's still others, right? They can't disperse these little kids?"

"Deflect your voice! It is not good to hear them. Just wait if you want. If not, please go home first. I will go home with Mas …. Syifa."

Tristan pulled the corner of her lips. "When was Syifa a man?"

Kirana was also misbehaved. He almost slipped. When he left, he was piggybacking on Syifa. But his mouth actually said the word mas. And Tristan, since when is she jealous of Kirana close to another man? Kirana could hardly believe that the man in front of her was Tristan whom she had known all along.

"Wait a minute. Not for 15 minutes" Kirana said.

Tristan let Kirana back into the house followed by dozens of children who had played in the yard. They obediently followed Kirana's direction. Things that amaze Tristan. What science does Kirana use until all the children are obedient. Not only because of the knowledge as well so he was willing to look for Kirana to the corners of the village.

While indoors, Kirana teaches the children the closing prayer of the assembly before they go home. The sound of loud and chime children was heard to the outside of the room and even the road in front of the house. One by one they also left the place after shaking hands with Kirana and other teachers.

"Already, Na. You don't have to go in order. Let the others. Not good with your husband," said Baraka as Kirana was about to raise the small tables to be arranged together to the edge of the wall.

"No papa, my mom."

Kirana can read the disappointed murat on Baraka's face. She was also feeling uneasy with a change in attitude that was not too obvious but Kirana clearly felt that. True Syifa said, Baraka is too slow for matters of feeling.

Kirana sighed softly. Wouldn't it be better if Baraka never revealed anything about his feelings. That way, he could still pretend to be stupid even though he felt sorry in his heart.

"So he's really your husband?" The soft question was heard as Kirana was laying a table on the edge of the room.

Kirana glanced at Baraka who was doing the same thing with her.

"Why, Mom?"

"No. Just a little surprised. You never said you were married."

"Don't tell me just not yet." Kirana.

A bland smile was etched on Baraka's lips. "May be happy, Na."

"It can be you." Baraka laughed blandly. Kirana's jokes didn't sound funny to her at all.

When Baraka finished interrogating him, Syifa came with the same goal. Ask who is the man who sits on the motorbike and does not take a look into the building. Syifa screamed hysterically when Kirana told her that the man was named Tristan.

"Astaghfirullah's. A lot of people come back to play at your house."

Kirana. Although Syifa knew about her marriage to Tristan, she never shared a story about her husband's temperament that looked more like an enemy.

"Such a handsome, Na!" whispered the girl.

Kirana grunts when she hears Syifa's praise for her husband. Perhaps Tristan was the first to be praised by Syifa. Because she had been eleven twelve with Baraka. Complicated with the opposite sex.

After making sure all the children went home, Kirana said goodbye to Baraka. The man always came home late and had to lock the door. Because it turns out that looking for children who can teach reading the Quran is not as easy as they imagine. So Kirana, Baraka and Syifa had to intervene to manage the TPQ until someone was willing to help them.

Kirana came to Tristan nervously after being irritated by Tristan's arrogant attitude.

"It's over?" Tristan's voice sounded softer. His face was not as beautiful as before. Because of the thin lip curvature that looks very sweet.

Kirana also nodded. He climbed into the back seat as soon as Tristan started the engine. Her heart beat faster as Tristan grabbed her hand and asked Kirana to hold on to her husband's waist. Tristan is entering, he thought. If in a conscious state, where might it happen.

So nervous, Kirana did not even reply as her two friends honked as they drove first. Syifa smiled wryly as she again sounded the horn loudly. Since when did Syifa like to flirt like that? Kirana also became keki.

"Let's go, Mas!" pinta Kirana when Tristan is not pulling gas.

"I forgot, the direction of your house to the right or to the left?" The nervousness also seemed to be afflicting Tristan. Until the navigation power is suddenly weak.

"Right!" kirana Sahut.

Tristan drove the motor to follow the road he passed earlier. Passing the streets with a stretch of rice fields like a green rug. Tristan deliberately drove slowly because he did not want to miss the scenery that was very rarely met. The last time was probably KKN decades ago.

"Mas! Stop that!" kirana exclaimed as the row of new ducks rising from the ditch split the streets. Tristan spontaneously pulls the brakes. Waiting for a row of ducks that have not yet seen the end.

"It can't be interrupted for a moment?" grouse Tristan.

"Where can."

Tristan gave a rough sigh. He got off the motor to a man wearing a caping and carrying a twig. The man was driving the ducks up from the river.

"Mas!" Tristan shouted to the man.

"It can be stopped for a moment? I want to pass!" yell again.

"Mas! Don't make a fuss." Kirana pulls Tristan's arm back to the bike. Again, he had to apologize to the man who owned the duck herder for Tristan's attitude.

"Just wait here!" kirana said annoyed.

Holy hooch! He had to wait for the thousands of animals to reach the last row? Mentari's favorite ice cream is not even up for that long. Inevitably Tristan was waiting on the bike until the last duck passed in front of him.

The access road was opened again after the duck row was completed. Their journey continues.

Arriving home, Kirana leaves Tristan in the garage. Enter into the house through the garage and kitchen connecting door.

Kirana saw her mother who was still struggling in the kitchen with cooking ingredients. He put the bag on the dinner table and approached his mother who was cutting vegetables.

"Of course, let me just. You accompany your husband. Poor him, since you've been waiting for you."

Kirana frowned. He could hardly believe his mother's words. Wasn't from yesterday her mother so disliked Tristan. Many times even asked about the development of her relationship with her husband. Hoping that his wish to have Baraka's son-in-law be granted.

Then this afternoon, what happened to her mother. Don't-don't Tristan has done something so easily that his mother is so easily let down and changed her mind supporting his relationship with Tristan will improve.