Stranger is Love

Night Market

After half an hour waiting at the bus stop by myself near my house that was left empty, Yogi finally came too.

Without saying anything, he just handed over the helmet that must have been worn Difa. "Sorry for a long time, get stuck in front!"

I just nodded and sat in the car seat. "Not a handle, is it?"

I glanced at Yogi who was smiling through the rearview mirror and then threw away an annoyed face. "Yes, but I'm not responsible if you fall, yes!"

After saying that, Yogi just straight up his bike and almost made me jump. Seeing my frightened face, Yogi laughed. "Eat, handle, dong. We're still newlyweds, romantic ones!"

Afraid of Yogi pranking me again, I chose to hug him and hide my face which could no longer hold a smile. "Okay, ready, yeah!"

Yogi quickly rode his bike at a slow pace, not as usual and I chose not to ask. Enjoying the atmosphere of the night with a drizzle adds a romantic impression between us, let alone the left hand Yogi currently holds my hand.

"Where are we going? This isn't the way home, is it?" I was surprised when Yogi chose to go through the road instead of the way home. The road that he passed now even made our journey longer until home.

I frowned when I did not fully hear what Yogi said or actually Yogi did not say anything. The habit of vehicles on the streets and because I was wearing a helmet made me a sage.

"What did you say, huh? His voice is not clear!" I screamed with the body and aligned our heads. Yogis do not push and instead increase speed.

In a state of confusion because I did not know where to take it, from a distance not too far away I saw a reanglala and heard a boisterous sound.

"Night market?" my murmuring was now being fascinated with the slow-moving reanglala.

The motor drove more slowly through pedestrians and entered a dark parking lot because of the lack of lights.

"For more, Mum!" The call of a skinny man who became a parking attendant who sounded the whistle to order other riders, did not make me turn my eyes to the rides in the night market.

"Where do you know this place from? This road is not going to the campus!" I was amazed that Yogi could know this place.

Instead of answering, he just smiled as he took off my helmet. "Yeah!" I followed his steps between the motorbike parked untidy, the street muddy, and the state of dimness.

"You likey?" I nodded without looking at him. Now my gaze was fixed on the bianglala that looked solid and was waving calling me, asking to be hiked. "You want to ride a ringleader?"

"Can?" much fun.

"certain. We'll buy the tickets first!" Yogi, who from the parking lot kept holding my hand, now took her to a counter. "Two people, Ma'am!"

"Fifty thousand!" Hearing the nominal price mentioned by the counter guard lady surprised me. I did not expect the price of the ticket to be that expensive, when the last time I went with Dad three years ago, the price was not that much. Or the guard from shooting prices?

Ah, forget it.

"We're in line, first!" We lined up in a line that was not too long. Most are currently queuing couples and teenagers.

After waiting for about ten minutes, we finally entered the cage. However, just as the ring began to move, I saw Yogi's face pale and sweaty.

"Why you?" The yogi just shook his head with a forced smile. "Your hands are cold. Are you afraid of heights?"

"A little bit, but for your sake, I'm willing!" Yogi tries to stay calm, though I'm sure he's really scared right now. His words made me feel overwhelmed. To reduce her fear, I clasped her hand tightly and told her to just look at me.

"You're beautiful, Jeng!"

"I know!" When we were at the top, Yogi panicked to close his eyes. I really feel sorry, I should have just let me ride the Ferris wheel and he just waited downstairs. "Yogi, just open his eyes. Don't fear!"

"It's more horrible than getting on a plane!" I just smiled at her complaint, I wiped her sweaty face while looking at the beauty that was very close to me at this time. Her agitated eyes still tried to return my gaze.

Next time, I will never again allow Yogi to accompany me on a roar or something like this will repeat itself. Just getting out of the cage, Yogi hurriedly pulled my hand away from the crowd. He spewed out his entrails in a place not far from his motorbike parked, lucky to be quiet because all the owners of his motorbike were in the market that night.

"It's over?" I was upset mixed with pity. Yogi just nodded and chose to crouch, surely his head felt dizzy. "You're still strong? Or we'll just go home, yuk!"

"My head is dizzy, Jeng." I crouched down and without feeling disgust rubbed around her wet lips, vomit with my hands.

"We go home, yeah!"

"You sure?"

"Yes. We're in the parking lot anyway." Yogi seems reluctant to go straight home because we have not enjoyed the atmosphere of the night market. "Thank you for bringing me here, but now we better go home!"

"Huh, even though you want romance here!" I chuckled softly as she looked so upset.

"Where's the motor key?"

"What's it made, Jeng?" I didn't pick him up and chose to find the key in his pants pocket. "The thing is you, right, can't take a bike, Jeng!" He held my hand that went into his pants pocket to retrieve the key.

"I can do it!"

"You sure? But last week you ...."

"That's just apes, Gi. Now it's an emergency and I don't want us to be hurt if you drive because you're so limp!" Yogi finally relented and I was able to retrieve the key.

***

It turns out that riding a motorcycle at night by relying only on street lighting and motor lights, has a different tension when doing it during the day. However, for the sake of bringing Yogi home safely, I chose courage.

"It turns out you can ride a motorcycle, yes!" ledek Yogi because of the incident I was scolded by other riders after several times almost hit them. Forgetting to put the brakes on at red lights.

"Sucks, the important thing is congratulations, right?"

"Yes, believe me!" Yogi joined me who was watching a Korean drama on my laptop. "Jeng, for this afternoon I'm sorry. I've tried to resist Difa, but he's still pushing!"

I just nodded without taking my eyes off the Laptop screen. "But thanks to him, I finally found out that there was a night market there!"

"So Difa told you?" I chose to turn off the laptop and put it on the side.

"Yes, he asked me to go there earlier, but I refused because I just wanted to go there with you!"

Wait ... wait! Yogi didn't talk that way to make me angry, did he? "Jeng, take it seriously! It's my first time going to the night market and it's the same with you. All this time I've only known and passed." Yogi looked panicked because I was still silent and fixedly looked at him.