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Smoky Car Seat

I couldn't sleep last night. Waiting at 09.00 wib. My heart's pounding is getting worse. Like a ragged war drum. Because at that hour I had to say ijab qabul in front of Pak Penghulu.

Only Subandi, and a few neighbors, accompanied me to go to the bride's house.

It doesn't matter to me. I just hope the wedding goes well.

"Mas, the antiques are up ahead. Let's go. But, it's still 08.00 wib. How's it?" ask Subandi.

"But, it's okay. The road is just relaxed, so let's not wait too long at 09.00 wib." I said to Subandi.

My heart really can't be compromised. The more I imagined saying ijab qabul, the less I felt.

"Bro, relax ya take the car," I message warning Subandi again.

"Yes, Mas Bro. Just calm. According to the order later the path is 40 km/h," explained Subandi seriously.

I rode an old car in the shape of a frog, and some

***

In the middle of the trip, the car seat of the frog that I was sitting on smoky. Incidentally, I was sitting in the back seat.

Subandi stopped the car. The longer, the more thick the smoke billowed.

I'm panicking. But, try to calm down. What is this. Why the car smokes. My mind is weird.

"Maybe, because of Mas Bro's old car. So you can't walk as far as you can," said Subandi to calm me down.

"Yesterday why not check first, the machine," I protested.

"I don't know the hell Mas Bro. The owner said it was safe. That's why he loaned the car to us" explained Subandi who also looked panicked. He also seems to feel guilty.

My watch is at 08.30 wib. I finally decided to take a car with a group of neighbors.

I left that smoky car. My feelings are bad. Somehow the seat of the car I was sitting in was suddenly smoky.

I hope there is no bad feeling after that. My mouth doesn't stop saying Istigfar. Begging for mercy, and be kept away from the balak.

Last night I was nervous. Can't get this eye closed. In fact, I've shifted my concentration to painting. I hope that, after getting tired of painting, I will get sleepy. But, still not good. My eyes were still bright until this morning.

***

Around 08:50 wib, I arrived at Hira's house. I saw the invited guests at Hira's house, quite crowded.

But, most seem to be the fathers, as well as the mothers of the assembly.

The voice of marawis mothers also sounded melodious, enlivening the event that morning. Yep. Before the event began, early in the morning the mothers of the taklim assembly had performed Islamic songs.

After that, they enjoyed the dishes the host provided. Shortly, after that, it was my turn, who had to say ijab qabul.

"I received the marriage of Hira bint Syaifullah with a dowry of a 24-carat gold ring, weighing 5 grams, paid in cash," I said steadily.

"Well....?"

"Well....!" alhamdulillah!" screech some people.

After that, the guests arrived. Saying congratulations on a new life.

Flower boards also lined up, along the road to Hira's house. Moreover, the Hira family is known to be a prominent family in the village.

My uneasiness about the smoking car seat earlier, I've managed to dispel. In my heart, I am still grateful. My wedding was given a smooth run. Because, I don't think I've macem-maced. A negative thought about the car. Ah it's important to be safe.

***

At night, I was still not calm. I'm telling you back to that smoky seat car incident.

Hira flabbergasted. He was shocked to hear that story.

"Indeed, it is not checked before being loaned to people. Then why also the car delivered just in the morning to the event. Supposedly, at night, be escorted to Mas's house," Hira protested at length.

"Yes anyway. But, not thinking. I know the condition of the car is okay. Moreover, his car had a rich man. The treatment must be okay." I answered pede.

"Friends have. He likes antiques. There are also many antique motors. At her house. Come there sometime yuk, all of us say thank you," I said.

Hira protested. He said the person who lent the car should be apologizing. Fortunately, the car was not burned, exploded or ate a death," added Hira again, without pause.

"What the hell is talking about it. Yanh I am safe now. When the seat of the car I was sitting in was smoky, I immediately asked to go down and join the car group of neighbors who inter Mas," explained I also at length.

"It feels like, if I knew who the owner was, I'd want to run him over. Because he almost harmed you." Hira explained in a judes tone.

"That's dear. Don't think about it anymore. We won't be happy tonight." I said trying to end the story about the smoking car seat.

Hira said she asked for some time tonight, while staying at her mother's house.

I had to say yes, to fulfill her wish.

"Keep, until when do we stay at your mother's house. A day, two days or how many days? When can I ask for a hug?" I'm a little spoiled.

"Hm. I can when. Now it can be, too" said Hira.

Spontaneously I immediately hugged her. But, he tried to break away.

He said, later if it had moved to my house. At Hira's house, she said she was embarrassed.

"Sttts. Later we will have a hug at home Mas aja. Let free. Here will suddenly be called mother told nothing," said Hira.

"The little boy. Her daughter is married" I said, seeking justification.

"Haha. Yes too. But, wait tomorrow just right in your house, Mas," said Hira again still insistent not want a hug at his house.

In fact, this room is set for the first night I was the same Hira. But, yes, if that's what he wants. Must be patient.

"Please be patient, Budiman, your wife does not want to be hugged yet" chirped I talked to myself.

Uh Hira, even laughing at me.

"Promise later at home, you can ask for a hug all day" he said to promise me heaven.

"Seriously?!" many ensure.

"So look at a lie!" threaten me.

"What punishment would be breaking a promise?" I asked again, still can't believe what Hira said.

"Hmmm what yes. Yes, if I break my promise, I'll buy KFC chicken" he said, giggling.

"Ah don't want to buy!" I said sewot.

"So what dong," he asked again.

"Just a promise must be kept, period!" pressed him.

"All right, Mr. Budiman," he said.

"That can't be asked now. Want to" I said.

"Want what, baby!" tanyanya gently.

"Make me the most delicious coffee" I asked.

"Oh, that's easy, baby. Stay in the kitchen, heat the water. Enter the same sugar coffee into the cup." said Hira, spontaneously he went from the bed to the kitchen.

"Eh if there is, love a little ginger, baby," I said again.

"Okay Mr. Budiman," said Hira as she touched my lips.

*Deg*

My heart was pounding because of the small touch of Hira's fingers, on my lips. I actually wanted to hold her tight. Because, now that he is legitimate, it is completely mine.(connect)