You're Not the First

Titip Aya's

pov Babas

After getting into the car Aya just sat quietly and without looking at me. I was the one who was driving so many times I glanced at him.

His phone rang and he immediately picked it up.

"Assalamualaikum...."

"Kok mama didn't say that it was in the parking lot. We can go home with Mah...."

"Ooh.... It's good to go home with mom."

"His shop is not as fun as mama's" Aya covered her mouth with her palm and said quietly but I could hear her. It was like talking to myself because I didn't hear the interlocutor's voice I could confirm it was my mother.

"Well... didn't ask his son? How's things? have you eaten or not?" I said in a loud voice and leaned my body slightly closer to Aya.

Aya glanced at me for a while then immediately hardened her hape voice and put it on the holder in the dashbord.

"Ko.. be careful about your ex." Said mom.

"Who's mama's boy is that? Kok Aya kept being worried" I said rather profanity.

"He... ..h This kid... tired if mama's worried you keep the bus... The bus!! Dizziness mama if you take care of you..."

"Yes, then I won't go home. I went straight to the apartment" I said a little sulking.

" T-se-rah ! " Said mama did not lose her rent.

You weird mama. Children themselves are not cared for even other people's children are considered in such a way.

"Take Fia to the restaurant first, eat first before going home !. You must not have eaten" said Mama again.

"No need to ma. Just go straight home. Fia's not hungry yet... Males if you stop first. Mama must have cooked too. It's a pity that Fia's coming home but Fia's already eating.."Said explain.

I was just listening and there was no desire to invite him to stop even if just looking for food like you just said.

"Ooh.. Yes, no papa. Oh yes baby, the motorcycle has been sent to your house earlier. Be careful when driving! If you are tired or lazy to the office you ask to be picked up with koko, dear..."

"Iyya.. easy mah..."

"Motor what's mah?" I asked because I didn't understand their conversation.

"Just ask yourself the same pretty girl next to you! Yes, yes. assalamualaikum..."

and tut tut tuuut the connection was immediately severed.

"Motor what?" Askaqua.

" Mama gave me a motorbike sir, to go home to the office..."

"Nepotism! Only today work has got a motorbike how if a year. Maybe you'll get a company..." I'll continue if I face this little girl.

"Maybe's. Actually yesterday mama maksa buy me a car sir.. I should've taken it a few times.luckily.." He said as his thumb and index finger were placed under his chin.

"Basic matre.." I said again.

"That's how I am..." He said without looking at me. He was still staring at the street ahead.

"I don't want to know about you, the important thing is you have to be able to work professionally".

"Yes. Okay sir!" He said that made me want to get angry.

Actually I was hoping he was asking about Celine. Whether he's not jealous at all or at least curious about who he is, what's the connection between us. He looked completely indifferent and like nothing had happened.

Well indeed I was not so calm with Celine because see Aya go my passion suddenly disappeared instantly.

I even left Celine just like that whose clothes had been a little fussy. I pretended to go down when I was actually following him.

I am a man who adores beauty, beauty and beauty. My eyes like to look sexy. My hands like to feel that cold hard*k that can make me excited and sweaty.

Yes, that is me. The sinner who often commits great sins but still does it again and again. It's not that I don't know that it's a big sin, but I can't refuse them. It was not I who came to them, but they came to me alone. How can I refuse that momentary pleasure.

Even when I did I felt guilty but I couldn't stop. Also after the pleasure comes usually my heart immediately feels guilty, I always hope that God will forgive my sin and one day I can change and do it only with my halal partner.

Not felt after our debate earlier now my car has arrived in front of the cottage gate. I stopped there but did not put the car in front of Aya's house so as not to be in the spotlight of the students.

"Thank you sir..." He said and it made me very angry. I'd rather he call me Koko than father. But my pride makes me just keep quiet trying to display the attitude that I have no problem with his call because I do not sympathize with him at all let alone to be interested and fall in love with him.

I ignored his words and immediately got out of the car and walked towards his house which was not only narrow but very narrow. He who was still standing at the door of the car saw me and perhaps his heart was wondering what I was going to do.

There is a new matic motorcycle in front of the house but I went to the door first want to say hello to the occupants. I took off my shoes while sitting on the porch of her house while Aya took off her shoes with only her feet. He then said hello and immediately entered the house that had been open since

" Who... Koko who nganterin Fia?" She asked her mother when she saw me standing in the doorway.

"Yes mi...."

"I'm sorry to be so nerepotin..."

"No, you guys stopped by here. Mama was nitip greeting mami sama papi." Said lying.

"Waalaikumsalam. oh yes, the same please convey the same mama yes, thank you a lot of it's the bike. Why bother?. Actually Fia can really ride a gojek every day"

"No papa, just a motor. Aya should be delivered to pick up the same driver every day or if Aya wants I will buy a car just so it is safer not overheating is not raining...." I said whether it was pretend or real, I just wanted to say so.

"Waduh ... don't! don't ko! Fia is now used to riding ojol...."

"Yes cook his future wife director rose ojol mi...." I said again.

"Ohuk...." There was the sound of Aya coughing from within, maybe she was shocked and felt astonished by my words. Whatever him.

"Pi..." I greeted and kissed the hand of my future in-laws who had just come out of nowhere.

"From earlier?"

"Must be pi...." My answer.

"Nonik.....where is your cocoa drinking?" Ask papi in a rather loud voice because Aya's daritadi hasn't come out yet.

" Yes a minute pi...." Answer from within.

I also eat and drink together with Aya's family, Lesehan in his living room. And it turns out Aya did not remove her hijab even though she was home.

I also participated in congregational prayers at the mosque in front of the pesantren and was introduced to Abah Fanani as the person in charge of the pesantren. Abah Fani immediately asked if I was the son of the father who was betrothed to Sofiyah or not?

When praying, how does it feel? Happiness is what I feel. Calm and peaceful as returning to the origin of man created in a state of fitrah. Maybe that's what it's like to go home, back to the origin.

After that we tapped on Aya's bike and tried to turn it on for a while.

"Tomorrow I'll come here to ride the bike..." I said promise.

"Fia can already ride a motorcycle sir.. uh ko...." The denial.

"goddess..." Papi fizzed slightly pulling his lips until it caused a hiss. "Yes.. please, ko...!"

"I'll excuse you then..." I said goodbye and left Aya's house.

"Be careful..! Thanks a lot!" Said mommy's still in front of the porch door. While my future in-laws drove me to the car in front of the gate.

Suddenly papi said, "Titip Sofiyah ya ko...."

"Yes pi..." I answered briefly and then got into the car immediately.