The Huckold Married??
Like Muttering
The clock shows at 03:12 when the sound of a motorbike enters the yard of the house whose fence is still closed, a security guard opens it because he knows who came in the early hours like this.
Obviously very familiar with the sound of the motorbike that he often cleaned if asked by the owner, of course without wasting his energy in vain because he will be given the reward for his side work.
"Dad been to the mosque yet?" ask Raffan from behind his helmet.
Indeed, because every morning Ustad Imran will go to the mosque for morning prayers congregated and not infrequently he will be the imam.
"Not yet den, it's only three hours past," said the security checking his watch.
Raffan did not answer only now turn off the motor machine whose sound often makes his mother angry because it is considered to interfere with hearing, especially those who live in neighbors and who have ears not only them.
The young man took off his helmet and put it on top of the tank and pushed the big motor towards the garage of the house, pushing very carefully so as not to make any sounds that might make Father and Mother wake up from sleep that is still a few minutes away.
Raffan parked his motorbike and then chose to enter through the side door which is rarely in the key.
The road settles like a thief in his own parents' house because anxiety will be caught and forced to listen to a lecture in the morning blind while he is eager to meet his bed and hug the bolster at the same time closed his eyes peacefully after staying up late with his friends.
His hand held a small display table near the sofa that was accidentally in the hand, his breathing was restrained while his body movements stopped.
Must move as carefully as possible not to wake his parents, continue to move through his parents' room which is still tightly closed to the stairs and want to set his feet there.
"Geehhh!"
Deheman's voice suddenly makes him sculpt with a body that bends with both eyes widened, Raffan knows very well who the owner of the deheman behind his body.
"Hadduh, distress in plain sight," lamented Raffan imagining what his father's anger would be like and what his talk would be like this morning.
"Sit you!" pinta Imran and full of assertiveness also did not escape the emotions that are still trying to make him dim.
Hayati who had just come out of the room shook her head anxiously to see her son who again for so many times his actions made her husband upset.
"House entrance does not say greetings even mind-blowing like a thief," sheckles Imran occupied the sofa in the family room.
"Assalamu'alaikum" Raffan's voice was so slow it was almost like a whisper.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," although still upset but Imran and Hayati answered a late greeting from their son.
Hayati turned on the lights until the room that was dim became brightly lit, making Raffan blinked his eyes adjust his eyesight due to the lights that immediately dazzled his view.
"It seems that the frequent return of the morning makes you deaf Raffan," ketus Imran when since then he had asked his son to sit but since then the young man was still standing.
Raffan scratched his head then glanced at his mother who did not speak, he knew enough because his mother would not defend him because Raffan was aware of his behavior was arbitrary, not a submissive man even more often run away when his parents invite him to read the holy verse of the Quran, well even though he also still remembers his obligation as a Muslim with five prayers that are sometimes not on time, often too late especially if the time for morning prayers.
"Look at your appearance, astagfirullah," Ustad Imran saw the appearance of Raffan who was walking towards the sofa.
Raffan paused for a moment and researched himself, "is Raffan emang kayak gini Dad," said Raffan then casually threw his body on the sofa accompanied by a swipe from his father's mouth.
The Father's eyes felt so sharp and piercing that the skin did not receive a light answer from his son.
Hayati sat next to her husband while massaging her forehead, her eyes also felt like a flickering look at her son who was becoming more and more just, just now, two eyes Hayati fixated on the right ear of her son squinting to clarify what his eyes see, curiosity increasingly become to tempt him to rise and approach his son.
"You got earrings?!" exclaiming in shock with a face very close to the ears of the child, and clearly his tight voice made Raffan screech away while covering his ears that felt buzzing due to the shrill cry of his mother.
And the question successfully made Raffan stunned, he forgot to take off his earrings when he came home earlier, he lowered his head not daring to look at his father who he was sure would immediately gush him with all his bullies.
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