Take Off Yourself

Disrupters

(Hello! Bang Hanafi, my mother is sick . He wants to meet you, he said. Can I go to my parents' house, bang? I'm sorry, I told you about brother to mother. He said something was said, very important. Mumpung bang Hanafi, to the city).

Aina, suddenly called herself. It is true that Hanafi, to the city. It was also necessary, when uploading a video status of himself in the city park.

Arrived to go home because work was done, get a call from Aina his little friend.

Hanafi, breathed his heavy breath and agreed to the invitation of his little friend.

"Honey, I want to go to Aina's house. His mother is sick and wants to see me. It's been a while since I met her mother. Would you let me, wouldn't you?". Hanafi asked, via her mobile phone.

(Don't want to, bang. Because of her birth mother, Aina had long since died). Yasmine replied, I heard the husband's words.

"Astagfirullah, innalilahi? Is it true, what you say dear. But, why did Aina tell me to go to her house?". Hanafi, confusion.

(I'm really serious, ma'am. Go to Aina's house, but don't be alone. I feel something bad, can go to Rt's house or his neighbor first. I'm serious and I'm not lying. Her real mother Aina, long gone). Yasmin, trying to believe his words.

"Emang, um never asked about his mother. Yesterday said Aina, playfully going home. I guess her mother is still there. Oh, come on, you go home. Afraid of the end being the fruit of regret, I don't want to lose you". Hanafi, smiling to himself.

(Don't do that, my mom. Aina, her people are so reckless. Go to the house, Aina. But, you have to remember. Don't be alone, do I need to bring Rt. Don't be long, go home. Yasmin, kangen with mas) said Yasmin, in her panhandle.

"Aaaarrggh.... Oh, it can be tempting. Watch later, if it comes. Be prepared, sweetheart. Mas, hang up the phone. Assalamualaikum, sweety".

(Greetings, my husband. Uuummma.hm.).

Yasmin, turn off the phone. Sontak make Hanafi, so gregetan and want to quickly go home.

Hanafi, immediately turned and headed to his little friend's house.

30 Minutes later, it almost reached Aina's house. His car stopped by the side of the road, out of and into someone else's house.

"Sir, can you?". Hanafi said, to a man whose age is far different from his.

"Can you, what do you want?". Said the man, grinning.

"That's Bu Nunik's house, isn't it? Her daughter's name is Aina, isn't she?". Hanafi asked, looking for information about Aina.

"Waaah...Right, that's Nunik's house. But, Bu Nunik has long since died. About 1 year ago, why?". The man asked Hanafi.

Hanafi, frown. What the wife said, was true. "Thank you a lot, sir. Actually, I was in contact with Aina. We're little friends sir, your family knows each other and is close. Aina called me and her mother wanted to meet, she said. I, do not know anything about his mother because long time did not meet. Her friend said Aina's mother was dead. But I am confused here. Father said, Aina's mother is dead. As for Aina, she said her mother misses me". Hanafi replied, telling the truth.

"Be careful, fear anything will happen. That is, there will be a slander later. Guided to Aina's house, but there were no other people just the two of them. Lucky for you to ask and see me. Go there, let me go. Just call me, Uncle Sam," Sam sir, introduce himself.

"Thank you, Uncle Sam. Hello, my name is Hanafi". Hanafi, smile. "No need sir, I'd like to go home. So afraid of why-why, later. Excuse me sir, go home first". Pamit Hanafi, slightly bowed her body.

"Together, son. Be careful on the road". Said Mr. Sam, who is in the Hanafi group.

Hanafi, plugging his car gas at medium speed. Hurry up to leave the compound, Sam sir. Fear Aina, knowing her imminent self.

"Asshrink, Aina! What's up?". Hanafi asked, as if nothing had happened.

(Wa'alaikum salam,bang.why not to? My mother, already restless and impatient to meet you. I also paced from earlier, waiting on the porch of the house).

Hanafi, smile small. When I heard Aina's words, it was obvious that she was lying.

"Sorry, I have to get Aina home soon. There's something going on in the oil palm plantation, they need me". His alibi, the patience not to expose the lie of his little friend.

(Well...I can't do it dong, bang. Mother, must be disappointed with the attitude of Hanafi bang. Just one second, no papa). A disappointed voice came out from Aina's mouth.

"Sorry, next time. Say hello to your mother. Again, I can't. It's nothing, it's a job issue". Hanafi said, while driving his car.

(Well, if you go to town again. Promise me, stop by here). Aina's whine, it sounded clear

"Okay, but no promises. I'll bring Yasmin, aren't you close friends". Hanafi replied, smiling slightly.

(Don't bring Yasmin, that is. I got a problem with him, Plisss...Don't take Yasmin, bang. This is our moment together, we were not so close. My mother, she doesn't want to bother anyone else). Aina's love, the more Hanafi suspects.

"Yasmin, not anyone else. She is my wife, my only one. If I don't, I probably won't come. Yasmin, a woman who means something to me". Hanafi firmly, not caring about Aina's feelings.

(Bang Hanafi, there's actually something I want to ask). Lirih Aina,tay.

"I'm on the road, Aina. A long time ago, afraid of why-why". Finally Hanafi, cut off his phone call.

The more here, the more sickening for him. Lying, I don't know what else? Hanafi, does not like people who lie to him.

Several times the phone rang, the name Aina. Of course he ignored it, better call the wife.

*************

That night, Yasmin tried to check her husband's phone. She was shocked to see Aina, contacting her husband.

"Well, huh? Mas Hanafi, again in the bathroom". Yasmin murmured, worried about lifting him up.

"Why with my phone, baby". Hanafi asked, in the doorway and approaching his wife.

"eehh....There's a call from Aina,mas. Well....I was confused whether or not to answer, afraid it would be a problem". Yasmin's naughtiness fell into her husband's arms.

"Just say, whoever called. Because of me, no fuck. It's just you, who I love". Hanafi, kiss his wife's forehead.

Again the ringing of his phone rang, the name Aina stated. "Assalamualaikum, what's the matter?". Ask Hanafi, directly.

(Wa'alaikum greetings,bang. Please Aina, bang. Hix....Hix... Please bang, there's someone who's terrorizing the outside of the house. Pl-please... Please, Aina... Hix.... Hicks...". There was a sound of her crying, Aina.

Yasmin, stared fixedly at her husband. Hanafi shrugged both of his shoulders.