YOUNG WIFE
CHEAP GOSSIP
Along the way, Aiman was like a toothache. Keep quiet while taking the car home.
Indeed, who is not surprised by the case of this one general. Everyone who was there, including me, was hanging from seeing the cowboy general's actions to his wife. Fortunately, someone immediately mediated. Otherwise, there would have been a lot of people who had fallen in the shooting practice.
Since Aiman does not want to discuss this anymore, I also do not want to speak up. So I turned my gaze to the car window while watching the rain that began to fall little by little. If in my village first, usually if it rains like this it is best to drink tea while eating fried bananas.
Duhlah.please if it is joined by dreadin music or nostalgic songs, so it adds more shahdunya.
But now, where can I buy fried bananas?
Cooking is easy, but in the complex house where there is a banana kebon? If you used to live just walk to the back of the house, surely meet the name banana kepok or king to be processed.
Just muttered about the fried banana, on the street through the fried trader who made my head spin to the back. I'm nervous myself for not being able to stop this car. Talking to Aiman who is still dumb seems not a good thing to do.
“Had, already far away.”
I intentionally muttered so that Aiman would listen. But boro-boro listen, look at me just don't!
Soon, the traffic jam happened. I don't know what's ahead there, which is clear I've been drooling with fried bananas. It just so happened that I also brought pocket money so there was no need to ask for it with my insensitive husband. When Aiman was busy driving slowly, I opened the car door a little to get ready to go. Seeing me opening the door, Aiman turned to me and prevented me from leaving.
“Where are you going?”
“I bought fried foods. Laper!”
Aiman held my hand which he could reach from his chair.
“Do not stop here!”
“After aja. Partly in front of jammed!”
“If ngeyel also later I stay!” threaten her.
I still insist on getting out of the car in this rain. I heard Aiman growling when I did not obey him. Instead of me squirming he was angry, so I decided to close the door and ran towards the fryer.
I crossed carefully to the traveling fry vendor. After getting to the wagon, I'm glad that the banana is still hot. Satisfied picky, I looked towards the already unraveling bottleneck. It was there that I realized that I was abandoned by Aiman.
He really left me in the middle of the road.
“This fried neng.”
“How many pack?”
“Twenty thousand.”
I immediately took the money out of my pants pocket and handed it to the fry salesman. After I noticed it again, my cowardice got me in big trouble.
I don't know which area this is.
“Pak, where is this?”
“Loh neng where was it?”
I pointed towards the red light, “So I was with my husband in the car. Look at the fry coming down. Now I'm diting –“
I feel like something is protecting me from this rain. When I turned, I found Aiman standing with an umbrella. His face looks flat and irritated. I can only grin when he looks at me sharply.
“Udah buy fried?”
I nodded timidly.
“If it's stuck again don't haphazardly get off the car. The danger! If you want to buy food, why not stop?”
“I saw you pouting straight from here. How dare I negur make ngajak down.”
Aiman fell silent. Her jaw went up and down watching me eat. Holding an umbrella, the two of us walked together to the car he parked in a bank. It's a long way away. But I'm glad to be able to walk in the rain like this to stretch my legs.
“You want to buy a drink from me?” before you get in the car.
I nodded enthusiastically, “Mau! Buy where?” manya curious.
“Uhmm there if it is.”
Aiman pointed to a famous coffee shop in the middle of a crowded city. Instantly I glanced at my fried banana which was not worth the price of coffee there.
“Emang can hang out there while bringing fried bananas from outside?”
“Yes wrapped in a meal in the car.”
“Oh yes,” answer me, plain.
We walked back to the coffee shop to order a drink. The distance was not too far from the conventional bank earlier, so it did not take time to go buy drinks. We queued up while eating little by little fried bananas that I brought with this plastic crackle. Before long the drinks came and we walked to the car park. It is troublesome, but how else, it is prohibited in Jakarta parking carelessly.
Fortunately, we were not evicted from the parking lot because we just parked here without the intention to deal in the bank. After entering, I immediately sat back and enjoyed the fritters I bought with a cold glass of coffee that Aiman bought.
It feels fresh outside the rain.
“Gala want a fry anyway? Stay with him deh.”
“Eat aja, ntar buyin snacks that he doyan.”
I glanced at cynical Aiman, “You also don't want to eat. Wh why? no higinies well?” accuse me.
“Lain times if you want to snack say aja. Don't be hem-diem kayak earlier.”
Aiman looked at me who was blabbering in front of him.
“Iya yes. Not that anymore. Just thought the same as Herman.”
As expected, Aiman must have thought about it.
“Yah his name is also married there must be a trial. Just this one, I don't know who I want to remember,” my reply that makes Aiman turn towards me while enjoying his hot coffee.
“Nothing to buy. Both remain wrong.”
“Yes can't do it dong. Mr. Herman first cheated until he had a child from another woman. Her son is well cared for by Rita until now, even the bales are so.”
“But buk Rita cheated on her aide as well. That's point. He was also wrong,” said Aiman insistent.
So we both had muscles in the car for talking about other people's problems.
“There is no smoke if there is no fire. Maybe buk Rita is lonely because it is not considered worthy.”
“Where do you know that Rita buk is not being watched?”
I was just talking original because I didn't want to lose to Aiman. But it's just like this and it's stuck with my own words.
Ah shit!
“Well as a woman I understand how Rita buk feeling. Moreover, my husband often comes home late as a police officer,”, I replied from his kayak essenya kak Rendi.
Aiman folded his hands while narrowing his eyes. He also brought his face closer to me who was eating fried bananas. I'm stunned. What else do you want to do with this one baby?
“Oh.so you also need husband's attention?” he said, shaking the corner of his poisonous lips.
“Gosh! That's not what –“ means
I was about to protest but Aiman was getting closer. Moreover, his fingers precisely overtake my hair behind my ears to make my hair stand up. Just yesterday, I was free from this awkwardness. The widower even looks like a girl nyium.
“Say dong if you want to also be watched husband,” he said with a razor sharp gaze. I was helpless with that look. So all I could do was sit up to the passenger seat and close my eyes.
Why did I close my eyes? Accept it time, huh?
After thinking about it, kissing isn't that bad.
Aiman's breath felt in front of my face. Then suddenly --
DORR!
Whatuh? Are we getting caught by the satpol pp for wanting to do immoral things in the car?
DORR!
The sound of the second shot rang out again and Aiman sat upright in his steering chair. Aiman quickly prevented me from getting out of the car with one hand.
“Do not go anywhere!”
“Where are you going?” manya panic.
Aiman suddenly gets a call from his partner.
“AKBP Aiman is here! There were two shots fired at Sarinah's red light! What's the matter?”
“Ready sir! We just got a report there was a shooting in the police post sir!”
“I'm near the location. Immediately ask for help!”
The sound of consecutive shots rang out again and to be honest I was terrified. People also started running to and fro for fear of being hit by stray bullets. Aiman moved to the passenger seat in the middle to wear a bulletproof vest. He was also filling his firearm with bullets he had stored in the trunk of the car.
After finishing wearing the safety suit, Aiman took me out while hiding from one car to another until we were in front of the fryman. Aiman saw the surrounding conditions that many of the surrounding residents began to scatter away from the location.
“Taxi ride keeps coming home.”
“Loh! How are you?” many confused.
Aiman stopped the blue cab and forced me in. I was confused by this quick order.
“I'm working. Danger if you stay here. Go home and don't watch Gala's tv. Know?”
“But –“
“Pak street sir! Danger here.”
Aiman patted the window and I was taken away by a blue taxi. I looked back to see Aiman who was securing the people around to stay away. This time, I was worried about his job. Normally, I never cared about his duties.
Is he always in such danger? May Aiman be saved and return home with us, O God, my prayers are sincere.
But just finishing praying while looking back at where Aiman was, before long a more powerful explosive sound was heard from the taxi I was riding in. I glared in disbelief. A bomb enlivened the atmosphere there.
“Aiman!”
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Note: this I was inspired by the terrorist incident that occurred in Sarinah starbuck well. It happened 6 years ago on January 14, 2016.
