The Bond of Our Love

CHAPTER 28 - Ketus Zahra's Attitude

"It should be that they get health services in the hospital, or in the burrow. But this really is, even get a gift anyway?" Amar murmured with his wrath.

"Which is great once again the prize. One billion" Timpal Zacky.

"Two holiday tickets to India" Thoriq said.

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"It has diminished a little. But don't forget, the medicine is taken. The ointment remains smeared" Suggested Bu Sakinah gently.

"Yes Mom. Thank you for taking care of me" Rahul replied with a smile. The cuts and bruises on his face have been slightly reduced, as he is recovering from a wrestling competition at the festival exhibition, held a week ago.

"I didn't think it out anyway. Why are you so excited to enter that competition? You fight with a reliable wrestler, who already has high flying hours. Plus, his body is bigger than yours. Fortunately, you are only injured and bruised. What if your condition is worse than this?"

Tegur Bu Sakinah, still with a soft voice.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry. But, right, I'm fine. There are no serious injuries" Lirih Rahul felt guilty.

"Based on arrogance" Zahra who had been silent earlier, finally spoke up loudly.

"Zahras. How do you talk that way?" Sakinah rebuked her son.

For one week, the girl has been very strict with Rahul. Rahul had approached repeatedly, and tried to talk to him. But the woman still did not touch him.

"Huldom! Rahul!" Suddenly they were startled by a noise, which seemed to have originated not far from outside the house.

"What's outside? How noisy?" Ask Ms. Sakinah curious.

"Yes yes, Mom. What's up, huh? Let's see" Timpal Zahra, then push his mother's wheelchair, and walk towards the door. With Rahul following them from behind.

As soon as the door opened, how shocked Zahra and her mother were to see the porch of their home, bustling with the presence of the women. From the girl, to the old.

"God. What's the matter in my house?" Ask Bu Sakinah, feeling astonished by the crowd of women. Like a mob about to protest at his home.

"Eh, that's Rahul!"

"Hi Rahul!" Instead of answering Sakinah's question, the women were busy looking for Rahul's attention, who had just appeared on the doorstep.

"Hi" Rahul answered the women's greetings with a confused look on their faces, about the attitude of those who seem flirtatious towards him.

"Hai Rahul is handsome. My name is Astuti. Here I bring you cassava, Pete and jengkol. I picked it up myself from my parents' garden. It tastes good and is still fresh. Don't forget to eat it later. So you always remind me"

A girl with a simple appearance approached Rahul, and smiled with flirtatiousness while carrying and showing off three types of hands, which he brought specifically for the man.

But a few minutes later, the woman had to step aside forcibly, because her body was nudged with the body of another woman from behind.

"Heuh. Cassava, Pete, jengkol. What's terrific? What is even making Rahul more sick because of the smell" Girl with a pretty sexy and menor makeup, denouncing the girl who just nudged him, regardless of the girl mengumel with a sour face because of her actions.

then he replaced the girl in front of Rahul. "Rahul. Here I bring oranges, apples and wine from the city specifically for you. Don't forget, it will be spent. So that you recover quickly and healthy as ever" The attitude of the girl was no less flirtatious than the girl nudged earlier.

"Yes yes, thank you" replied Rahul amusedly.

Being preoccupied with her act of teasing Rahul, the woman also had to step aside forcefully, as her shoulders were pushed by a middle-aged woman who was behind her.

"Ahk...step aside! Hi Rahul" After rebuking the girl he had just pushed, the old woman greeted Rahul as kindly as possible.

"Hi" replied Rahul clumsily. He did not know how to deal with these strange women. I don't know why there's no wind, no rain, all of a sudden the women in this village, on being friendly and friendly with him. Either he has to feel good about all this, or feel ilfil?

"Include me, this is Mom's son, her name is Juleha" the woman introduces her daughter, who is standing by her side.

"Hai Rahul is handsome. I'm Juleha, just call Leha" The girl smiled flirtatiously. The attitude of the girl was no less difficult with the previous two women.

"Y-yeah, hi Leha" Rahul smiled amusedly.

"Oh yes Nak Rahul. Take a look, this is chicken soup, meat stews, eggs balado ceplok, gurame sambal and meat sauce seasoning. It feels soooooooo. Guaranteed, you will definitely be addicted" Juleha's mother opened a tupperware bushel containing several types of food.

"Sorry Mom, but I can't see

"Yes"

"It's all, Leha made it, especially for you. You know, Leha's mother's son, very smart in every way. I was smart cooking, smart grooming, smart home improvement. Anyway, whoever the man who managed to marry this mother's child, he was a very lucky man. Because you can have a wife like Leha's"

The middle-aged woman was so eager to praise, and promote her daughter. Without thinking if his attitude was very embarrassing, to reap cynical cheers from the women around him.

"Well, how are you, Rahul?" Call that old woman.

"Mm... How is it Mom"

"I mean Mom, you've got a partner yet? If not, go with Leha"

"Mmmm.... I don't have a wife yet...." Answer Rahul as he is. Honestly, he had already started to feel careless about the demeanor of those wacky women. But he still tried to hold it, in order to avoid conflict with the women. Plus, with its status that only hitchhiked in this village.

"Well! Perfect fit then. You just marry Leha, then take her on vacation to India!" The middle-aged woman smiled widely. His words again made the women around him, cheering cynically.

Rahul only responded with a whimper. He was getting amused by the attitude of those women. I don't know when this drama will end.

Zahra who had been feeling tired and jealous, seeing the women spread charm towards Rahul, increasingly felt cool and hot to see the man was just silent. As if it feels good to be the center of attention of the women in this village. Like a fire in a husk that kept blowing in the wind, Zahra's anger finally exploded as well.

PRAK!

He turned around and went inside, after slamming the door hard, ignoring the gazes of all the people who were aghast, and was astonished to see the attitude of the girl.

"Ra! Why are you, son?!" Exclaimed Bu Sakinah, calling her son with a face full of question marks. But Zahra did not bother him at all and just passed by.

"Mom, Zahra why?" Ask Rahul.

"Mom doesn't know either. He looks really upset. I noticed, ever since that competition, she's been so frenetic. Try to meet. Maybe he's mad at you" suggested Sakinah.

"Yes ma'am, I'll try to talk to him again. Sorry everyone, I'm busy. Better, everybody just go home. But if you still want to be here, let Sakinah ma'am accompany you, because she is the host here. So it should be, he serves guests. Excuse me"

Rahul passed into the house, regardless of the hordes of women of different generations who kept calling, and wanted to chase him inside, until I was wrong to block them.

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Zahra, who was still angry and upset with Rahul, tried to divert her mind by cooking in the kitchen.

But still, his mood is not good, making him continue to sulk in doing anything, including cutting vegetables carelessly to cause a fairly loud sound.

Rahul, who had just entered the kitchen, clearly heard the sound of the knife being snapped by the cutting hand, and,

I can only breathe relaxed. The girl's attitude was so funny to him.

"If it works, don't sulk. Later on, the results are not good. Especially cooking. Later the cooking can be sour, you know, if the cook his face sour" Tempta Rahul.

But Zahra remained with his activities, regardless of Rahul. As if I heard nothing. Rahul breathed back. It's been a week that the woman has been cheating on him. But this time, he can't break charcoal anymore. He should be able to knock the girl out.

"I have never heard a rumble or rain, but why has it been almost a week, there is a cloudy atmosphere huh?" Seloroh Rahul's.

Zahra glanced at him with a cold look.

"Not funny" And he went back to cutting vegetables.

"Who wants to make a cuteness? Am I a comedian?" Rahul is still having fun, making the girl even more annoyed at him.

"Can you get out of here? I'm busy, there's no time to hear your jokes" Zahra said. Then he put down the knife and turned to the cooker. Many times he turned the stove knob. But the stove did not turn on. Makes Zahra more and more cranky.

Rahul followed her to the stove. Then he held Zahra's hand which was still on the stove knob, and turned it slowly. The stove was on for a moment.

"I told you already. If you do something like that, don't sulk. The results will not be satisfactory"

"Yes, I forgot. Right now I'm dealing with a smart, great, genius, a hero. Who bravely fought with a wrestler in the ring. Throw it?" Sindir Zahra with a cynical smile.

"You why the hell? For almost a week now you've always been tight on me. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry. I don't mind apologizing if I did something wrong. But can we talk well? It's not like this" Rahul tries to persuade.