Short Stories Romance

Lying the Boy Thugs

Author : D. Naveen Kenan

“Akang ready to meet Papa?” said Mega, the girl I knew a month ago.

“Iya, Akang ready, Ega!”

In spirit, I answered the question of the dimpled sweet girl.

“Akang sure?” once again, Mega asked me about my readiness to meet her parents.

“Yes, Ega! Akang ready to be born!” Again, I answered with a steady.

My name is Naveen, I just moved about a month ago to Bandung. Originally, I intended to seek work experience outside of my hometown.

There too, where I met a beautiful cheeked girl named Mega Damayanti.

“Ya already, later tonight Akang can come home to meet with Papa,” said Mega gently.

I nodded, while looking for information about the food that her Papa liked. Hopefully, get the blessing of the prospective in-laws.

“Papa really like martabak,” replied Mega.

Okay, Good! I'll buy martabak let your Papa get our relationship together, Mega.

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Even the night has arrived. I'm getting ready to go to Mega's house. Wear a shirt and jeans to look neat in front of prospective in-laws. Not to forget, stop by and order two packs of martabak for prospective Papa-in-law.

Yeah, Mega was raised by a single parent. From the story of Mega, he was raised by his father, from childhood his mother had died.

While waiting for the order martabak mature. I opened the phone and touched the screen. Seen Mega's face in my screen photo. I finally got a short message with him.

[Ega, let me go to your house. Wait for Akang at home, huh?]

[Yes, Mega waiting for Akang. Papa is also with Mega.]

Lhiyy! Prospective Papa-in-law is waiting!

[Wokay! Share your home address loc, huh?]

Beep it!

Notification came in, I saw it and it turned out that it was a message from Mega, written the address where he lived.

“Bang, the hammer is done!” said the martabak seller.

“OK! How much, Mang?”

“Fifty thousand.”

I also paid and passed away, gas into Mega's house.

'Wait for Akang, Ega!'

I'm running on a matic motor.

After reaching the intended village, I finally ventured to ask.

“Night Kang?”

I asked a man.

“Iya, night too, Kang. What's up, huh?” friendly answer.

“You asked for an address, Kang. This is true ‘kan Cisaat Village?”

“Iya, right Kang. Bade ka saha? (Who are you to?)”

“You to his house Om Delis which, yes?” just polite.

“Kang Delis?”

I'm nodding.

Suddenly the man changed. It was like there was fear in his facial expression.

“Teu bright, Kang! (Nobody knows, Kang!) excuse me!” The man entered the house.

Did I ask wrongly?

Finally I sent a message to Mega, I started typing something.

[Ega, your Papa's name is Delis, ‘right?]

Send.

I sent a message.

Beep it!

Incoming messages.

[Yes. Just ask the citizens, already know what, Kang!]

[Okay!]

Again, I asked a group of young men who were busy humming, with guitars in hand and the sound of shahdu with false rang out in the ears.

“Mission, Akang. I want to ask you, Om Delis house, which one, yes?” my many.

“Waaahhh ... We don't know, Kang. Ayok, disperse!” said one of the young men there. In less than two minutes, their figures had already disappeared from my sight.

Whys?

I was amazed by all this. Almost an hour to ask residents about this address. No one dared to give a clear answer. There, their faces were like they were afraid when they heard the name Delis, then rushed inside the house.

Finally, I texted Mega to pick her up at a crossroad. Not long after, Mega motorbike also approached me who was sitting on a motor matic.

“Akang has been a long time?” mega asked by throwing a smile, making the heart beat fast.

“Lumayan, martabaknya already cold cake.” Netraku glanced at the plastic package hanging on the handlebar of the motor.

“Yes, not papa. Yes, please follow me!”

Mega darted with the motor he was driving, while I followed the motor he was driving at moderate speed.

After a long walk in the dark of the night. Finally, the Mega motor entered one of the quite large houses.

“Let's go, Kang!” bring Mega.

I follow Mega who walks casually, entering the house while carrying a plastic package, which contains the favorite martabak of prospective Papa-in-law.

“Night, Neng!” said two burly men with many tattoos on his arm, sangar.

Mega just smiled and went into a pretty big house.

How come it doesn't taste good, huh?

“Please sit down, Kang!” mega. “Later, Ega call Papa inside,”.

I nodded and sat down on the plain black sofa chair. Seeing Mega's body is no longer visible. He went into the room. The house was quite large and comfortable, I looked around the house, there was not a single photo of a man. There are only a few pictures of Mega, the rest are paintings that I think are creepy.

Suddenly, there was a man approaching me with a burly body, black skin, curls and long hair that must have been many tattoos on his body. He looks creepy.

Who her?

“Lu named Naveen?” ask the man.

“I- Yes, Om!” reply terbataku.

“Lu seriously, want to marry my son?”

Still with a heavy voice, maybe it is also typical of such a sound.

Die up! His daddy? Inalillahi! The Mbok, please! Naveen doesn't want to die young!

Hearts screamed, when knowing the sangar man in front was Papa Mega, my future Papa-in-law.

“I-Yes, I am serious Om,” answered me who is still stammered, with sweat sliding from my face and back.

“Newly this time there is a man who wants to come to this house. I appreciate your bravery, Tong!”

Buset, bye! I wouldn't dare to know his father like this.

“Lu bring what?”

His eyes glanced at the package I was carrying.

“This ... this martabak, Om. Please!” I'm giving.

He smiles. But, still her smile is creepy in my opinion.

“Alright, if you're serious. I asked for an expedited wedding and one thing you should inget!” he said, rounding his eyes and bringing his face closer to mine.

I was even more shocked when the rogue face was in sight, just a few pauses away, his face was ready to pounce on me at that time.

“What is it, Om?” tanyaku.

“If you hurt my son. Your worms I cut!” threaten that bad guy.

Whanjerrr!!!

Instantly my arm reflexively held onto the pants. Horrified by the threat of prospective Papa-in-law. Sweat is also increasingly pouring heavily on the forehead and back. Maybe my shirt looks soaked with sweat.

***

That was my story before I became the son-in-law of a thug, two years ago. Get Mega who turns out to be the son of a market thug.

As it turns out, the name Delis is just an abbreviation that means Demon God. The word was pinned because the word Om Delis who is now my father-in-law, he used to be so feared in the market even from the corner of the city of Bandung, his name is already known. The figure of a sadistic thug is likened to a demon.

But, no matter how saddened Papa Delis was, she loved her daughter Mega, who had now become my wife.

Papa Delis retired as a thug when our first son was born. Now, he became a religious figure even though the tattoo is still residing on his body.

May Allah always guide Papa Delis and not return stuck on the path of heresy and harm many people.

.End.