The Secret Wedding's
T I G A B E L A S
"MITHAAA!!" azzar's screams echoed in the parking lot. But the owner of the name did not appear.
Thirty minutes later he went around looking for Mitha, called Mitha's phone but was not picked up.
"Where did the boy go?!" Azzar ruffled his hair in frustration.
"BENCHRISTIAN!!!!" Azzar shouted once more, several pairs of eyes staring at him. While Clara did not come looking for Mitha, the woman did not want to be bothered with something that was not her business and was also not in luck.
"Om why are you screaming?" The voice of someone from behind Azzar managed to surprise him.
With relief he hugged the girl. A feeling of relief and annoyance overflowed just like that. Mitha was amazed why Azzar suddenly hugged her like this?
"Crawling where have you been? You brat!" Azzar grabbed Mitha's ear and led her back to the car.
Some of the people who were looking held back a smile, like a sister who was scolded by her brother for misbehaving.
"Akh, ooh Om is sick!" Mitha walked on equal footing with Azzar's long steps.
His ears feel hot because the Azzar jewels are not removed.
"It's a punishment for you! Because of you, we're late!"
"This is called KDRT! I could have reported it to the police! Well, it feels like my ears are breaking!" On the way, they continued to fight.
"Do you know what the law is about?" Azzar smiled mockingly.
"Look! It's called KDRT. Om could've been in jail, I used to watch my mom's favorite soap opera!" Mitha still did not want to lose, she continued to answer.
"Do you want an inmate husband?" Azzar is back to fishing.
"Amit amit!"
As soon as he got to the car, Azzar released his jewel in Mitha's ear. Actually, he was not too hard to pull out his wife's ear.
"I think the father is mistaken, the time of the man like gini is called the dream husband? Husband likes KDRT yes!" Mitha continued to nag until she finally got tired and fell asleep.
Azzar glanced at Mitha who was asleep from the front rearview mirror, a knotty smile engraved with a thin lips Azzar. Clara saw it crackling.
Sometimes the woman justifies the make up on her face.
In contrast to Mitha who always dress up naturally, Clara prefers to dress up with a little thick makeup.
On the way Clara and Azzar engage in past chatter. And occasionally laugh when remembering the funny memories between them.
"Where have you been all this time? I've been looking for you for almost two years. They said you died in the accident, but I'm not sure, because at that time your body was not found." Azzar remembered the incident.
Two days before the engagement, Clara reportedly had a single accident. Azzar was devastated at that time.
"I was also at the beginning of the story how, when I woke up I was in a foreign place."
And the story flowed from Clara's mouth about the incident. Starting from the path of the solar spill and until the single accident occurred, Clara recounted it smoothly without a single incident being missed.
"Then why did I realize I didn't call me? When everyone said that you were dead, I remained in my belief that one day we would meet again. And yes, now it's done." Azzar.
"I amnesiac for a year. I lost my memories in the past, all about our memories. My phone's broken too, I don't remember your number. When my memory began to return, it was also like I wanted to meet you and immediately embrace you. But my father and mother forbid, they said I had to make a full recovery, and then I was allowed to see you."
Azzar breathed a rough breath. "I'm almost crazy looking for news and your whereabouts Ra, I'm desperate, I try sincerely if indeed you are gone. I believe God's destiny is the best. Now that you're back, don't go again." Azzar begs.
"Yes Az, I'm not leaving again. I will always be by your side."
"Of!" The distinctive raspy sound of the sleeping bangu halted the conversation between Azzar and Clara. Azzar glanced at the rearview mirror.
Actually Mitha had woken up a few minutes ago, but when she heard the chat Azzar and Clara she decided to pretend to sleep and eavesdrop on their conversation.
Mitha clucked inwardly hearing Clara's story.
"Laper!" Mitha held her rumbling stomach.
"What do you want to eat?" Azzar asked with a focused look ahead.
"Whatever" Mitha replied indifferently.
"In front there is a restaurant, we just stop there. You must be a laper too, right?" Azzar looked at Clara gently. The woman replied with a nod of her head.
"Huh, you're a garland!" Mitha grumbled softly, afraid that the two humans in front of her were listening.
The car is traveling at a speed that is splitting the highway that is quite slow. Mitha stared out the window, the half-open window glass making the wind blow Mitha's hair away. The girl's eyes were closed enjoying the wind blowing.
"Your taste turned out to be low huh" clara smiled scornfully.
"What a low appetite is, what matters is not low self-esteem!" Mitha replied no less cynical. The corner of his lips lifted next to.
Apparently his words just now could make Clara's mouth full of could be silenced. The girl cheered in her heart. Mitha was not the type of person who would be silent when denigrated or trampled on by her pride.
He does not hesitate to do violence when the interlocutor has crossed the line.
Azzar heard the unpleasant conversation the two were astonished. He still obeyed the request of his girl who wanted to eat the food of the field.
"Mas, rice rendang same iced orange ya." Mitha directly mentioned the order.
"I'll just be the same!" Now it's Azzar's turn.
But as the waiter waited for Clara to mention her order, the woman remained silent.
"I don't have an appetite here. Not my level of eating in a place like this." Clara said in a proud tone.
The waiter who heard Clara's words continued to stare cynically. Same with Mitha.
"Keep you don't eat?" Azzar asked.
"Later on, can drive thru."
After waiting a few minutes their order arrived. Clara looked at Azzar and Mitha who were enjoying their food very much. He was made to drool by it, the naughty worm worm in his stomach had asked to be filled.
He was hungry, but proud. A classy woman like herself can't eat food at home eating small meals like this, not level. How thought. Many times Clara had to gulp.
Ekhek!
Mitha burped a little hard. "Alhamdulillah, his fullness." said the girl.
"Your choices aren't bad either."
*******
After a long journey, they finally arrived at a fairly large Villa. With a view of the vast tea garden.
A middle-aged couple welcomed their arrival in front of the Villa. A friendly smile was engraved on the lips of the two.
"This is Mang Ujang and that's his wife, **Eha." Azzar introduced the two Villa guards to Mitha and Clara. Although Clara and Azzar were close from childhood, the Azzar family never invited him to this Villa.
"Assalamualaikum Mang Bi. I'm Mitha." Mitha reached out and was welcomed by Mang Ujang and Bi Eha.
"Wa'alaikumsalam geulis." Reply Mang Ujag and Bi Eha in unison.
"Damn, Bi. This is Azzar's wife." azzar pointed at Mitha.
Mang Ujang and Bi Eha had previously been told by Dimas that his son had married a girl. But unexpectedly it turns out that his master's wife is quite young and the age comparison is quite far.
"Hi Mang Bi. I'm Clara."
"Damn, Bi. This is a daytake from the same Father Mother. Oh yeah, we'll stay here for two days." Azzar handed Bi Eha a paper bag.
Before leaving, Dimas had contacted the Villa guard.
"Yes, thank you." Reply Bi. aha received the parcel.
Their rooms have been prepared. Azzar and Mitha remained one room, the main room. Clara in the room next to Azzar and Mitha.
"Damn, Bi. I'm sorry I have to go to the office there are some things I have to do. They're all Mang, Bi." Azzar said goodbye and kissed the hands of the parents solemnly.
Mitha did the same, kissing the back of her husband's hand. Slowly the Azzar car away from the Villa yard.
Mitha pulled her suitcase into the villa. While Mang Ujang returned to work in the garden behind Villa. Bi Eha returned to the kitchen to prepare a snack.
"Hey boy! Bring me mine!" Clara handed her suitcase to Mitha. But the girl just stared.
Clara left Mitha who was still staring at her sharply. The cynical smile on his lips. He pulled Clara's suitcase in front of him. And..
Brakk!!
Seriate...
