Wound Bidder

6

Days change weeks, weeks change months, months change years. One year after the incident did not even once Indra contacted the girl named Dilla. I don't know maybe he had forgotten what he said at that time or maybe deliberately forgot something that was not important.

On Sundays as usual Indra do morning running activities around the complex. The tranning pants with plain white t-shirts were attached to his body that was soaked in sweat. With a sigh he stopped in front of the house. The sweet man glanced at the neighbor's house before entering the house. It's a contract inhabited by Nisa and her mother.

Indra whistled as usual while walking towards the kitchen looking for water to drink. He grabbed a glass on the shelf before taking the water in the dispenser not far from there. He brought the glass to the dining table in the kitchen. Soon he sat down before drinking the tasteless water after reading the bismillah. Because whatever we do if it is good and starts bismillah then it will be worth worship, can be a reward. It is a shame that the reward is missed.

In a big house there is no ART. Homework is done Mak Era and himself if there is free time. Even cooking even though Indra is an expert. If he is lazy, he will buy.

"Ndra Mak wants to talk!" Mak Era who emerged from the living room sat on the side of Indra.

Indra frowned looking at her serious-looking mother. "Speak what Mak?" tanyakanya. The sweet man still had time to burp until Mak Era patted his shoulder a bit hard. He grimaced rubbing his shoulders while muttering sorry to the mother.

"Your money is already two five. I hope you get married this year" the middle-aged woman said with a breath. "You're my only mother's son. Honest Mom is lonely in this house alone when you go to the office. If you marry there's Mak's nemenin's ghost."

Indra was silent, looking at the pity mother. His father has been dead since he was 4 years old. The woman raised him alone and is widowed to this day. What a sacrifice.

"Two five are very young, Mom," he replied. Then chuckle at the look on the face of the mother who is more frightening than the attached Mak. "Eh yes Mak. Aye!"

"Who are you marrying?" many Mak Era.

The flick in his head he got from his mother. The sweet man rubbed his head that felt faint.

"You don't have a boyfriend with whom are you married?"

"Obviously I don't have a boyfriend. Said Ridho dating was haram. Where do I want to be," said Indra. The water in the glass was gone. "Especially dating the same strange girls in the office who like to show off their thighs. I guess I'm a fuckin' guy," he said in flames. Upset with the women in the office who deliberately teased him.

Mak Era smiled, not expecting her son to stay away from this one prohibition of God. "Who are you married to?" ask again.

Indra returned the mother's smile. His eyebrows he naikan. "With the neighbor, Mom," he answered.

Mak Era looked surprised to hear his words. "With Nisa?"

Indra nodded steadily. "I liked Nisa a long time ago Mak." The man seemed to think for a moment. "Love is also possible" he said a little doubtfully.

"Judah is as bad as you! What matters is that Mak has a ghost soon."

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