The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 75: The Way Home

Zayan grasps a warm coffee in a cup. He was still sitting on his bike, after driving an hour more with his favorite ride. For a moment, the cold enveloped, which the wind blew on the trip earlier. Then he reached into his pants pocket, pulling out his phone. Type a few words, then send them as a message.

A few minutes later, a girl wearing a lilac knit sweater, walked out of the gate of a modest house.

"Mas Zayan?"

"Yes. Zafia ma'am?"

"Call Zafia, Mas. I'm younger, right? A few months."

Zayan laughing.

"Alright then, Zafia. How's it? What's Echa inside?"

"Yes, Mas. He's having dinner again. Doesn't Mas Zay have his cell phone number?"

Zayan shook his head.

"So, all this time, you guys were in touch with telepathy? In an age like this? You guys are a good fit!"

Zayan and Zafia laughed together.

"Come, sit on the porch, Mas! It's not good like this."

"Is it okay for men to go in there?"

"The contract I am taking is free, Mas. But male guests should only be on the porch."

"All right."

Zayan guided his motorbike, into the rented yard. After he sat on the porch, Zafia went inside the house.

"Sha, someone wants to see you" Zafia said as she watched her friend finish her dinner.

"Who? I have no acquaintances in this town."

Zafia shrugged her shoulders, then pulled Mesha out, saw who was coming. Without rebelling, he obeyed his friend.

Mesha was surprised to see who came looking for him. He retreated. However, Zafia prevented it. Meggelengkan. With a signal, the girl told Mesha to meet Zayan.

"Do you have the heart to let the man drive at night without meeting the man he seeks?" whispered Zafia, as Mesha insisted on refusing.

"Come, Sha!" Gently, Zafia pushed Mesha out the door.

Zayan smiled with relief when he saw Mesha. But not with that woman.

"Gapain Mas Zay is here? I've said many times, our relationship is enough! That's not gonna work, Mom."

"What are you saying, Cha?"

"Is Zay unconscious? I am not the best girl. I'm ...."

"Widow? Died dead husband? I know, Cha! How many times have you said that! But I don't care! I just want to marry you!"

"Then died in vain?"

"Who said? I will not die from the curse, I will die after aging with you!"

Mesha bowed, his tongue cuckled. She loved the man next to her, but she had promised Kartika to stay away from her son. Starting to waver, he sobbed.

Zayan knelt in front, Mesha.

"Come, home! Come on, face it together! I've done whatever I can. Now, your turn. Just go home with me and take part in it. You deserve to live happily, Cha! My mother won't interfere in our affairs anymore either. I beg!"

Mesha was silent for a long time. Zayan is still in his position. Zafia who was watching from behind the window felt anxious. He wanted to get out, pinch his friend's cheek to wake up.

Slowly, Mesha lifted his face, he looked at the man who was still kneeling before him.

"To be honest, I'm afraid of losing you, Mom. I'm afraid that thing will also harm you."

"You don't have to worry, Cha. I'll tell you everything, once we get to our hometown. How's it?"

Although a little hesitant, Mesha nodded. It changed the expression of Zayan's face that had been dark to sumringah. Unconsciously, Zafia came out, clapped, hugged Mesha, emotionally.

Zayan smiled as Mesha hollered behind him, upon returning home. He felt one of the women's hands, crossed on his back. That means, the person is trying to protect the front of the body, sticking to his body. Awkward, indeed, but he agrees with it. He understood what the lover was worried about.

"Is this the first time you've ever hugged a man?" ask Zayan.

"Make .. not really."

"You can use your bag to make a barrier between us, Cha. I'll pull my bike off for a second."

"Can."

Zayan drove slowly, then stopped his bike in front of the minimarket 24 hours.

"Do you need anything? A drink? Food?"

"Son, Mum."

"All right."

"Is this the first time Mas Zay has ever shaken a woman?"

Zayan laughed and said.

"If mother or sister or sister, ever. But if ...."

Mesha laughs.

A few minutes later, the two men had climbed on the bike again. Now, Mesha's not-so-large backpack was placed between himself and Zayan.

After a journey of almost two hours, Zayan's motorbike had stopped at Mesha's house. Slender. Like there is no life. He came down, delivering the woman he had just rammed.

Long enough to wait until the front door of the house opened. A middle-aged woman in her sleeping pajamas, appeared from behind the door.

"cha? Why don't you tell me you want to go home?"

"This ... someone's missing, Mom." Mesha blushed in shame.

Mayang glanced at the young man standing behind the princess.

"That's ...."

"Mas Zay, Mom." Mesha signaled by turning his index finger around his wrist. "Remember, Mom?"

"Oh, oh! She?"

Mesha.

"That's it, come on, come on in!"

"Thank you, Mom. It's late at night, I just want to go home."

"Oh, that. Alright."

Mayang smiled broadly as Zayan was gone. He teases his daughter whose face looks more blushing.

"Tomorrow my permission to go to the office, to your house! Don't go anywhere." Zayan's words before returning home, managed to make Mesha's heart feel like a somersault.

It was almost past midnight when Zayan reached his grandfather's house. Turn off the engine and lead it all the way to the terrace. He opened the front door of the house with a spare key that he always carried everywhere. Then the man walked on his tiptoes, so that his steps would not be heard.

However, it turns out, Arsyanendra even fell asleep in his favorite chair. Like waiting for the grandchildren to return.

"Recome here, Le?"

Zayan stopped his steps, turned around. His grandfather opened his eyes and smiled warmly. With great joy, he poured out on the man he loved and respected. Smear the back of the hand with respect.

"I'm sorry Zay woke up in Mbahkung."

"Now, Le. I just didn't sleep well. I still hear the wind, too. Oh, aye. How's business? smoothly?"

"Thank God, Mbahkung. Blessings of prayer and blessing Mbahkung." Zayan smiled broadly.

"That's all for your efforts, Le. Don't let your guard down, it's just the beginning, the war's just beginning."

Zayan nodded steadily. He convinced himself that he would succeed. He will try to get to the end of the blood.

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