The Charm of Mas Jaka

Dara's Heart for Mas Jaka

Bambang who drove his iron horse quickly, reached home before Isya'. After bathing and changing clothes, Mr. Carik Margono's son rushed to the residence of Mr. Kades.

The tall-built young man parked his expensive car in the courtyard of the spacious Pak Kades residence, Bambang then immediately went down and rushed into the house without saying his usual greetings.

"Good night, ma'am," said Bambang, when he saw Ms. Rosmah walking from the inside about to get out as soon as he heard the roar of the car engine stopping in his yard.

"Good night, Bambang boy. Come, please sit down," welcome Miss Rosmah who remains warm even though she does not like Bambang close to her daughter.

Bambang then sat in the living room with his legs crossed, his hands crossed on his chest which showed his arrogance.

"Eh, Son Bambang. When's coming?" ask Mr. Kades who then greeted Bambang.

"Just now, sir," Bambang replied with a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear a phone call from you" Bambang added with a regretful expression.

"Yes, it's okay, Bambang boy. What matters now, Nak Bambang is already here," replied Mr. Kades understandingly.

"Well you drink tea what coffee, son Bambang?" tawar Bu Rosmah's.

"Sorry, Mom. No need, Bambang has just finished drinking at home," declined Bambang subtly because the young man was impatient to want to go along with Dara, although maybe just muter-muter in the sub-district city.

"Mother just call Dara, let them both walk. Later kemalaman," said Mr. Kades to his wife.

Ms. Rosmah smiled wryly and immediately passed into the house without a word. 'Father of the path of minde piye, tho?' grumbled Miss Rosmah while walking towards the princess' room.

The graceful woman knocked on Dara's room door quietly. "Sir, open the door. There's Bambang outside."

Dara opened the room door and turned her head. "Really, Mom. Dara want to be invited to walk with him?" tanya Dara who looks reluctant to go alone with Bambang, even mention the name of the young man Dara is also reluctant.

Miss Rosmah nodded weakly. "How else, Nduk. Your fathers will," replied Miss Rosmah.

"Already, Nduk. Cepetan wear your hijab," said Ms. Rosmah when she saw the princess still standing glued to the doorway of the room.

"Yes, Mom," replied Dara lazily.

Not long after, Dara came out with her mother. Bambang stunned to see the cute face of Dara who tonight wearing a dark black hijab, as dark as Dara's hope to be able to escape from Bambang.

"There you go," said Mr. Kades, when he saw Bambang even stunned to look at Dara, while Dara stood glued with sullen lips.

"Oh yes, sir," said Bambang stuttered and hurriedly stood up.

"Come, Dik!" invite Bambang who was about to hold Dara's hand, but the hijab girl quickly brushed off Bambang's hand.

"Mas Bambang please go first, Dara can walk alone," reject Dara subtly.

Bambang smiled wryly at Dara's refusal. 'Damn it! Just this time, I was rejected by the girls!' bambang grouse in the heart.

'Patience, Bambang. She is special, different from other girls who you can easily sleep with, ' continued Bambang monologue in his heart.

Bambang immediately said goodbye to Mr. Kades and his wife. "Bambang invite Dik Dara to walk first, sir, Mom," said Bambang politely, he was forced to behave so to take Dara's heart.

Dara then greeted both parents, before following Bambang step out of the house.

"Be careful, kid. Always be careful," the mother's message very softly in Dara's ear.

Dara nodded and smiled. "Mother don't worry, Dara can take care of herself" Dara replied trying to calm the mother, who looked very worried about letting go with Bambang.

Along the way, Dara just kept quiet and threw her gaze out the glass window. While Bambang kept stealing glances at the cute girl sitting next to him.

Bambang smiled grinning. 'I have never played in a car, it might be very delicious if Dara wants to serve me in here, ' Bambang whispered in his heart, who was currently his gaze fixed on Dara's chest which although covered in hijab but still looks a little prominent when viewed from the side.

Dara who felt herself being noticed, inched. The girl fixed her seat and then held the bag of hoes in her chest.

Bambang. "Where are we going, honey?" ask Bambang who suddenly called Dara with the title Darling.

Dara glanced at Bambang with a frown deep, she seemed to dislike the call, a call she used to hear coming out of Jaka's mouth.

Yes, only Jaka can call her dear. To Dara, Jaka's affectionate call sounded very sweet and remembering that Dara's smile suddenly burst open without her noticing.

Bambang smiled, the young man misunderstood and thought that Dara liked his call.

"You don't mind, brother. I call you baby?" ask Bambang who broke Dara's daydream.

"Eh, no, Mas!" push Dara firmly.

Bambang frowned. "Why?"

"It's okay, Mas," Dara replied, the girl immediately threw her gaze back out the window.

"But earlier, you were like that, brother. You smile, you know," said Bambang after a moment both of them were silent.

"E .. That, Mas. The call recalled Dara to someone," Dara replied finally honestly.

"Who? Is she your boyfriend? Don't tell me he's at the shepherd, all right? You're not serious, are you, like him? You're just PHP-in him, right?" cecar Bambang with many questions.

Dara shakes. "His name is Jaka, Mas. She used to help her parents herd sheep, but she had a name. So please, Mas Bambang can say his name," bright and pinta Dara, who did not want the lover insulted.

"Serious with Mas Jaka. Dara loves him, Mas," Dara said honestly.

Bambang looked angry, the young man hit the steering wheel of his car and suddenly stopped the pace of his iron horse on the roadside deserted, making Dara goosebumps.

"Mas, why stop here?" ask Dara who started the alert mode.

Bambang looked at Dara with a hard to interpret gaze. "What's so special about that slum boy, brother? Why are you saying in front of me that you like it?" tanya Bambang full of emphasis.

"Because I just want to tell you the truth, Mom. Dara does not want to, Mas Bambang disappointed later when we get married and Mas Bambang knows that I love other men," explained Dara without fear, although the gaze of Bambang like to ambush the cute girl.

In her heart, Dara continued to recite dhikr, glorifying the asthma of Allah, asking for protection from the Almighty for all the possibilities that could befall her.

Being away from the village and just the two in the car in a quiet place, makes Dara's heart feel anxious, even though she does not want to show her fear in front of Bambang.

Bambang brought himself closer to Dara, making Dara retreat to the side of the car door.

"We're getting married soon, brother. I don't care if you love me or not because I'm sure, if you've been sleeping you will definitely not be able to escape from me" said Bambang with a grin.

Dara shakes. "Don't be too confident, Mum. Love is a matter of heart and heart Dara has been adrift in the figure of Mas Jaka."

Bambang hardened his jaw, the young man looked extremely angry.

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