WIFE DRAMA
18 Drama
Smile dikulum Liora. He blushed in shame for being the first person to be piggybacked by the handsome cop.
“For a while you wear my helmet first. Let her hair not be damaged.” Wafi put his helmet on the widow.
“Greatness,” whining Liora.
“No papa, you so look funny.”
After the helmet was perfectly placed on her head, Liora sat herself in the back seat.
“Ready?”
“Siap.”
Wafi gas-fired into one of the nearby motorbike supply stores. Arriving there he and Liora choose a helmet that fits.
“Which one do you like?” ask Wafi.
“Sama aja kayak has you, but the size is small.”
Wafi chose a full face helmet for women with the exact same model and color as the helmet. Once paid, they came out of the store.
“Where? Convenient gak?” Wafi asked after putting a new helmet on Liora.
“Pregnant and fitting.”
“Street now?”
“Where are we?”
“We gather first at headquarters. Later from there we just walk with the others.”
“Ah, I'm so embarrassed to meet your friends.”
“Seat. They are also on bring a partner, later you can acquaintance.”
“But we are not a couple.”
“Now not yet, but later.”
“Hah, that means?”
“Udah. Yuk, go.” Wafi was already sitting on his bike waiting for Liora to ride.
The woman also turned her lips.
“Ih, make gemes,” chirps Wafi.
“Udah road,” Liora said as she patted the policeman on the shoulder.
“Emang I'm an ojek.”
“Hahaha .. So my motorcycle taxi driver wants to go?” Liora asked as she placed her chin on Wafi's shoulder.
“Each 24 hours.”
Both are laughing.
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Exactly at eight in the morning, the Wafi motor club began to move towards the top. The first experience for Liora made her feel good about meeting new people. Although he continues to be seduced and cheered by Wafi's friends it does not matter because it means he is well received.
“Seat. It is usual if there are members who bring a new partner must be in ledekin,” explained Wafi.
“But I'm not good with you.”
“Why?”
“And we're just temenan.”
“For now. Who knows.”
Liora silence.
“Why? You don't like it? Sorry if I missed it.”
“Not that. It just doesn't feel possible. So, we better be friends.”
Wafi nodded in understanding. “Mending today we enjoy the time and have fun. Forget what's going on. We leave a moment of trouble here.”
“Oke.”
During the trip, Liora and Wafi discussed many things. The two engaged in an exciting chat while enjoying the soothing sight of the eye. The green expanse of mountains and tea garden hills make the brain feel clear. The group stopped at the rest area to rest and pray.
Finally, the group arrived at the destination of the tea garden area. There everyone began to busy taking photos together and there are also selfie with their respective partners. Including Wafi and Liora. Both are like lovers who have just been in love.
“Pepet hold,” cheer Wafi's friends.
The brave policeman just laughed. After being satisfied to take pictures with the camera phone, they went down to enjoy the grilled corn. Sitting in one of the stalls that there is a slack, Liora can see the vast expanse of green tea gardens.
“What message do you want?” ask Wafi.
“Mie boiled aja.”
“Serious?”
“Iya. Why?”
“Gak papa anyway. I thought you didn't like to eat boiled noodles.”
“Eh, do not directly judge such people. Stewed noodles food that fit in a rich place gini.”
“Mie decoction two equal corn grilled two,” said Wafi on the waiter stall.
“Drink?”
“Teh warm aja,” Liora replied.
“Tehnya two,” add Wafi.
The departure of the shopkeeper, Wafi put his hands on the table and then hung his head there. Staring at Liora who was sitting at the side.
The one in his face became misbehaved and looked away.
“Kok face there?” ask Wafi.
“Why do you see me so?”
“Can't be?”
“Not can.”
“Continue? Anyone angry?” Wafi fixed his position. “Yes anyway, I realize you still belong to someone else.”
“Not that. I just don't think the time is right. We're involved in one case. You're an investigator and I'm a witness who could be a suspect at any moment. It's weird that we're so close to this. I don't want people to think we're playing behind if I win this case.”
“I'm professional.”
“I know that, but what about other people's responses?”
“Do you live listening to other people's responses? If I don't care what people say. As long as we're on the right path for what people think.” says
“Yes, although after this case is finished we will also not be worth it.”
“Why?”
“I'm a widow, Wafi. It won't be easy for you.”
Wafi stood up then slightly moved away from Liora. Stir a cigarette on the edge of the shop fence while enjoying the view. Long ago the man smoked tobacco rolls that had taste. When their order arrived he immediately threw away the cigarette butts and sat back on the bench.
“Sorry,” says Liora.
Wafi smiled. “I should be the one apologizing for being too quick to show your equal taste.”
“No problem. I just want to remind you that later our feelings are not already in.”
“Can I ask something?”
“What?”
“Can we just go first until your case is finished?”
“What's no problem later.”
“As I said, I'm professional.”
Liora nodded. “Kok now we talk about using me anyway? Usually wear me.”
“Professional. If you work later use me again,” explained Wafi.
Inwardly Liora smiled triumphantly as it managed to make the man beside her believe and be confident in her.
“Dimakan, later his noodles go cold,” invite Wafi.
The two ate boiled noodles and warm tea while looking back at their photos.
