THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

What a Beautiful Day

Via's heart is racing. Her body was trembling for her first kiss. Even if it was just a glance, it was enough to make him nervous.

"There's something I want to say. In the past, Mas really wanted to invite Dek Via dating as often as possible. I want to be close to Dek Via. But, circumstances do not seem possible. The enemies of the deceased papa still continue to target us. Mas do not want them to know our relationship and increasingly aggressively attack Dek Via. That's why Mas doesn't allow Dek Via to be alone in the shophouse."

Via nodded. For some reason, until now he had not been able to relax near Farhan.

"O yes, Mas also knows that Dek Via is not fully ready to be Mas's wife. Hence, Mas will not maksa Dek Via serve Mas."

Via raised his face and looked at Farhan for a bit. She found sincerity in her husband's eyes. Heart's shaking. There is a feeling of relief at once guilty.

"Thank you for understanding. Via sorry ...."

"Sstt, enough!" cut Farhan while attaching the forefinger to Via's lips. "Dek Via should not feel guilty. Mas sure, over time Dek Via can accept Mas completely. Now, rest! Do not forget, tomorrow jogging wear t-shirts and shoes couple, yes! Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

Via immediately closed the door as soon as Farhan came out. He stood leaning towards the door while holding his chest which was still pounding.

***

The sun has not yet appeared. The leaves are still wet with dew. The family of Dr. Haris is preparing for jogging.

“The door is locked?’ ask Mr. Haris to make sure.

“Already, Well,” replied Azka.

“Yuk, leave!” take Miss Aisyah.

"Attent. Hhmmm, it turns out that someone is wearing a couple. Wiiih, the shoes too!" exclamation Azka

Via's cheeks blushed in shame. He had actually expected Azka to be teased when he knew Via and Farhan were wearing a couple.

"Father and Mother too, lo! It's just you, Ka, who don't have it" replied Mr. Haris.

Azka looked at her father. He realized that his father was wearing the same shirt.

"Huahaha.pity you, Deck! Find a soul mate so you can couple!" Farhan chuckles.

Azka grumbling. Intentions mocked his brother, what power even hit a counterattack. Via smiled too.

"We're leaving now!" invite Bu Aisyah again to mediate.

They ran out of the yard. Pak Haris and Bu Aisyah were at the front followed by Azka. Farhan and Via ran the rear.

About 500 meters, Mr. Haris stopped. He looked back.

“We go to the city park only, yuk! Later we have breakfast chicken porridge there,” take Pak Haris.

“Ready, Dad! Uh, where's Mas Farhan? Kok not yet visible,” said Azka.

“Let's just. Most of your brother's approaching his wife. We'll just go to the city park. Let them follow later. You send a message to your sister, we'll wait for them in the city park.”

“Siap, Bun,” says Azka.

They ran back to the city park. Azka pulled out her phone and typed a message for Farhan.

Fifteen minutes later, they had already reached the city park. They also approached one of the existing chicken porridge sellers.

“Pak, chicken porridge 5,” order Pak Haris.

The three of them sat on the mats available. While waiting for the order, Azka checked the message report for her brother.

“Mas Farhan has not yet opened my message,” muttered Azka.

“Try you phone only!” ma'am Aisyah's orders.

Azka also according. He touched the phone icon on his phone. After the sound of the 5th connective tone has just been lifted.

….

“Waalaikumsalam. Mas Farhan where?”

….

“How now?”

….

“We are waiting in the city park, Mas. Nih dad has chicken porridge.”

….

“OK. Careful, yes! Assalamualaikum.”

….

Azka put down her phone.

“How? Farhan and Via are close?”

“Already, Bun. Earlier, Madam Via's feet fell. His calf wound bit.”

“Can be road, nope?” ask Mr. Haris worried.

“Mas Farhan said anyway, can. Slow down, Yah.”

“We didn't realize they were both too far behind. Mother thought Farhan deliberately separated himself in order to be alone with Via. Mother so feel guilty,” hiss Bu Aisyah.

“We just wait. I'm sure Via is okay, nothing serious,” said Mr. Haris comforting.

About five minutes later, Farhan and Via walked closer.

“That's them! Here, Son!” shouted Mr. Haris.

Ms. Aisyah stood up to greet her daughter-in-law. He was guided by sitting on a mat.

“Nothing, Bun. Just a scuff of a little. Earlier Via ran too to the edge, so mired and scratched little.”

“Already treated? Did you buy the same antiseptic drug revanol first to the pharmacy, Han!” said Mr. Haris.

“Already, really. Hence, we just arrived,” explained Farhan.

“Ya already, we eat first,’ take Bu Aisyah.

After eating, they decided to go home.

“Bun, Via can stop by the market? Via wants to learn to make dimsum. Mommy has time to fingers Via?” pinta Via's.

“Bby. But what are your legs? Is Mommy shopping?”

“No, no need. Via is okay, kok,” said Via.

“Han, accompany your wife!” mr. Haris' orders.

“Sure, Well,” replied Farhan quickly.

They eventually separated. Farhan drove Via to the market to buy dimsum and vegetable ingredients.

“Any enough?” ask Farhan.

“Already. We're home, yuk!”

“Good rickshaw only, yes!” bring Farhan.

Via hesitated. He imagined sitting alone in a rickshaw. That means, they were so close for quite a long time. The journey to home takes at least 20 minutes.

Before Via answered, Farhan had already called one of the rickshawmen. He put his bag on the rickshaw floor.

“Come, up!” farhan's orders.

Despite the hesitation, Via climbed into the rickshaw slowly. After Via sat down, Farhan followed.

“Today is as bright as it seems,” Farhan murmured.

Via can still catch Farhan's speech. He started to feel nervous.

"Why am I always nervous, pounding near Mas Farhan? Am I really starting to like my husband? Ah, but I'm ashamed too. Oh my God, what is this feeling?"

"Dec, how come daydreaming?" ask Farhan.

"No, really. The proof is that Via still hears Mas's voice clearly" said Via.

"Cock quiet?"

"What does the Via have to say? Not exactly, is it?"

"Oh, should you ask first? Yes, I asked. Last night I dreamed, didn't I?"

"Nothing dream, tuh," replied Via in a flat tone.

"Well, not compact. Though, last night Mas dreamin Dek Via, lo. We went for a walk together in a beautiful flower garden. Uh, Deck Via slipped. Keep going, Mas Carp. It's almost like reality, huh?"

"Mas Farhan mean?"

"So it's mired, your legs hurt. Honey, you don't want to be fat. Try it if you want. My dream has come true" said Farhan.

"Indeed the one who carried Via?" ask Via plain.

"Yes. Wanna?" challenge Farhan.

"Emmm...." Via confusion.

"Haha.... Your face is funny and adorable" said Farhan.

"If not in the rickshaw, I kissed you. Your lips are very seductive, "inner Farhan.

"This is his house, Mas?" ask the pedicab.

"The green house in front of it, sir," replied Farhan.

Until the front of the house, Farhan immediately went down while lowering the groceries. Then, he helped Via down.

"Via can be alone, Mas," said Via.

"Your feet are sick. It's okay."

"Let's go in first, sir," Via told the rickshawman.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I want to go back to the market again. Usually at this time a lot of shopping mothers," refuse the pedicab politely.

Farhan opened his wallet and pulled out a red note.

"Mas, I just pulled up, no change yet. Just dime, Mas," said the rickshawman in a pithy tone.

"Take it, sir. Hopefully you get a lot of passengers today" said Farhan with a smile.

"My heart is blossoming, sir. Today is beautiful" Farhan said in his heart.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Mas. May Mas and his family be blessed with abundant and baroque sustenance. I'm sorry, Mas."

Via and Farhan nodded. Don't forget they guaranteed prayers at the rickshawman. After the rickshawman left, they walked together entering the house.

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