YUMNA AZZURA'S

71. The Other Side of Haidar

Haidar just got off the plane. He called a taxi that happened to be nearby.

"Where are you going, sir?" ask the taxi driver. Haidar. Yumna says Papa Bima's house isn't just two. There's still one more thing he doesn't know where the address is. So which house is Yumna in?

"Go ahead sir, I'd like a phone to ask for an address!" said Haidar. The driver nodded obediently, immediately running his car.

Tutt's... Tutt's...

There's no answer. Haidar was upset. He again tried to contact Yumna. And on the fourth call...

"Where have I been, I haven't picked up a phone since?!!!" shouted Haidar, the driver who heard it felt pain in his ear.

"Which address?" his tone was still upset.

"The current elohim home!"

"Oh, yeah. That house I know. Hmm..!" Haidar hung up his phone and told the driver his goal.

...***...

"So why men are so rude! There's no softness!" Yumna threw her cellphone on the bed. She sat in front of the mirror and took a hairdryer to dry her hair.

"Basic! Why did I meet this guy." Shakes his head and continues his activities.

After finishing changing clothes and drying his hair, Yumna then took out a bicycle owned by Mr. Dani.

"Sir Dan!" yumna shouted while carrying her bicycle. The one called out of the post.

"Yumna's bike borrowed for a minute!"

"Where are you going, mbak?"

"Search breakfast!"

"Let's just get it, why would Yumna want what food?" Mr. Dani then approached and wanted to take his bicycle. However, Yumna kept the bike away from its owner.

"No need, sir. All Yumna wants a bicycle toy. I haven't been riding a bike in a long time! Can it be borrowed?" yumna asked with a smile.

"Oh yes. Be able. But yumna be careful, yes. Inget don't wear it, it'll fall!" said Mr. Dan.

"Sipp, Sir. Yumna go first ya."

"Yes. Yes please!" Mr. Dan opened the turnstile for Yumna to pass by.

"Thank you Mr. Dan. Yumna go first!" Yumna got on her bike and left. Mr. Dani stared at Yumna's side while holding his breath. Seeing the way Yumna uses a bicycle, it has been confirmed that Yumna has not used the gowes vehicle for a long time.

"Mangs. This coffee!" jeje's voice from behind Mr. Dani called. Jejw came with two cups of coffee in his hand. Mr. Dani turned his head and then closed the fence.

"Where is Yumna?" asked Jeje who had seen Yumna go by bicycle.

"Search breakfast!" Mr. Dani sat down in front of Jeh and took his coffee cup.

"Mbak Yumna is not arrogant. Beautiful, independent again. I like!" chirps Jeje.

"Hus!!! You here, inget mbak Yumna is our master, married! Don't try to like him!" point Mr. Dani right in front of Jeje's nose.

"Not like that one, Mang! Be amazed!" errata Jeje.

"Be careful if you like it and want more!"

"Where is it, mang. I also know my position, mang!" Jeje took a slow sip of his coffee.

"If only Yumna had not married and I was rich. I will definitely approach Mbak Yumna. Who knows, right?" jeje's smile expanded, then a second later the smile disappeared replaced with a grunt upset because his head had just been hit by his uncle using a newspaper scroll.

"Wake you. Don't keep dreaming!!" cerca Mr. Dani.

"Sick, mang!" stroking head.

"Go there, let's get up!" tell mr. Dani.

"Later on. The coffee's cold, it's not good!" answer Jeje.

"Reason!!"

"Hehe!"

...***...

Haidar had arrived in front of Yumna's house. He got out of the taxi after paying the fare. The driver helped get Haidar's suitcase out.

Mr. Dani stood up and ran towards the fence after seeing who had just got off the taxi, then opened it a little wide.

"Sir Haidar. Let me help you!" haggard Mr. Dani, he took the suitcase out of the driver's hand, and then took it into the house. Haidar followed from behind.

"Yumna is there, sir?" he asked while spreading his eyes in all directions.

"Mbak Yumna is out, sir. Find breakfast!"

"Oh. Yeah, already. Where's Yumna's room? I want to take a shower."

"That's there, sir." point Mr. Dani towards Yumna's room.

"Let my suitcase carry it myself. Thank you." said Haidar.

"Together, sir. Then I'll move forward again. If you have anything, just call me."

"There's no home assistant?" ask Haidar.

"There, sir. But it comes once every three days just to clean up. What do you need, let me make something?"

"No need. Let me do it myself later!" said Haidar and went to Yumna's room with his suitcase.

Haidar spread his gaze around the sleeping room, nothing special, even impressed ordinary. However, the most striking is the wedding photos of her two in-laws. Beautiful Mama Lily, and handsome Papa Bima.

Haidar smiled. He approached and compared the photo to the wedding photo in his room.

"Yumna was no less beautiful either." she muttered proudly. Yumna is similar to her mother, but there is something that makes Yumna different. Which makes it special.

Haidar took off one by one his clothes and put them on the bed.

(Tumben Haider. Usually throw it on the floor, author).

Yumna's nagging now imprinted in her memory, she looks funny if she scolds Haidar as she carelessly throws her shirt on the floor. Although occasionally he still often threw his stuff on the floor but not infrequently also Haidar pick it back and keep it where it should be.

He moved his foot into the bathroom.

"Bak Yumna, Mr. Haidar has arrived." Jeje reported while opening the gate.

"Oh, have you arrived? Thank you A' Jeje." said Yumna as she passed Jeje. Jeje simply smiled and then closed the gate again.

Yumna put her bike into the garage with Jeje's bike. He was silent for a moment staring at the motor matic. Smile themselves.

"Other times you can also borrow A' Jeje's motorbike!" mumbling slowly.

Yumna went into the house. The door of his room slightly opened, visible from where stood a black suitcase that he recognized belonged to Haidar. He turned his head slightly into the room. Haidar was not there, but there was the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Yumna shrugged her shoulders, as if she had said - stupidly - with her actions, then walked towards the kitchen. Yumna picked up the plate and placed her bag of rice there.

"Coffee.... Where's the coffee?" muttered Yumna opened the closet above her head one by one. Searching for instant coffee goods only a pack.

"What's up? There was even coffee powder." muttered again. Yumna walked out to the post where Mr. Dani was having breakfast bread and Jeje was lifting his barbell.

"Sir Dan." call Yumna. Mr. Dani came out of the post with his mouth full of bread. It is hard to chew and swallow it quickly.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Sir Dan, there's no instant coffee in the kitchen?" ask Yumna.

"There's only ground coffee" replied Mr. Dan.

"Well..." Yumna sighed softly.

"Bak Yumna want me to buy you a coffee?" ask Mr. Dani.

"No need, deh. Yumna just make sweet tea." said Yumna lethargic, this morning Yumna really wanted to drink coffee.

"That, mang. In Jeje's jacket pocket there's your coffee*ak, if Yumna wants to!" tawar Jeje's.

"Now. Want. Make Yumna, yes A'." Yumna was pleased. The important thing is that he can copy other than black coffee.

Mr. Dani went back inside the post and looked for coffee in Jeje's jacket pocket hanging on the wall. Then go out and hand over two packs to Yumna.

"One sir" said Yumna.

"One for Mr. Haidar, ma'am!"

Yumna had completely forgotten about that man!

"Oh. Yes." he took two packs of coffee from Mr. Dani's hand.

"A' Jeje, thanks for the coffee, yeah. Next time Yumna change!" Yumna.

"Not to be replaced. Just coffee!"

Yumna smiled then approached Jeje, the tall man looking charming with big muscles in his hands. Her brown and sweaty skin makes Jeje look sexy.

"Waaah... Big muscles! Will make this sweet-tempered chick!" Yumna patted the big muscle with her hand. Unaware that it makes Jeje will sleep in agitation later that night. Jeje grimaced in embarrassment, holding a thump in his heart.

"Ah, yumna could. It's still small, madam. Not like Ade Rai!" Yumna chuckled at Jeje. Again, Yumna patted and pinched the muscular arm was anxious.

"Yes already, A' Jeje continue again. Yumna wants to coffee. Thanks coffee!" yumna said and left.

It did not escape the sight of someone from behind the curtain of the house. Unaware of his hand grasping the curtains until tangled. Then go to the kitchen to wet his throat that feels hot and dry.

"Mangs. Don't wake Jeje, yeah!" pinta Jeje she kept staring at Yumna's back until it disappeared into the house.

Mr. Dani shook his head at the behavior of the nephew.

Haidar kept his glass roughly on the table.

'Does he need that familiarity with the housekeeper? Wear hold-hold everything. My muscles are also better than her!' Haidar bends his hand until his biceps are visible. Staring proudly. The result of regular exercise every weekend.

He felt annoyed, looked towards the brown parcel on the plate and opened it. Stomach hungry. He hasn't had breakfast. Haidar pulled up the chair and sat on it and immediately devoured the rice sitting with a balado egg and sambal on it.

Between annoyance, anger, and hunger, with just a few big mouthfuls, there are now only three last mouthfuls left.

"My food!!" lamented Yumna stared at the food that was almost barren. Haidar hung his mouth that was about to reach his mouth, he turned to the origin of the voice. Yumna stood quietly on the threshold of the kitchen.

"Lohs. Isn't this for me?!" asked Haidar, then casually put the food into his mouth. Enjoy it with a facial look that makes Yumna want to punch him.

"That's got me Haidar! If you want why not buy it yourself!" cerca Yumna is upset. He hit Haidar's shoulder hard until the man choked on him.

"Uhukkp... Uhukkc.. Yumna .. elo .. outrageous!!"

"The atmosphere!!" cercanya.

Haidar looked to the right and to the left. Empty glass. He immediately ran towards the dispenser and drained the water from there. Then after full he chugged it until it ran out.

"I don't think you're going home!" he said while lighting the stove fire. A small pot of water he put up there.

"Go home! Elo think I'll tell you to talk alone with mom if we want a divorce?!" said Haidar.

Yumna was silent, Haidar's words just reminded her of her talk last night, there was a sense of unease in her heart as well. And yet, I don't know what. He stared at the steam from the water that had started to heat up.

The atmosphere felt awkward Haidar continued to eat, while Yumna was still waiting for the hot water to boil.

After the boiling water Yumna brewed the coffee, instantly the distinctive aroma of the coffee burst forth between the air. Yumna stirred it slowly. His eyes focused on the brown water with that thin puff of smoke. However, his mind went nowhere, until he accidentally stirred the drink a little tight and finally the hot water hit his hand.

"Awh..!" Yumna blew her hand slowly, expelling the heat.

Haidar who saw it reflexively got up and pulled Yumna's hand, led her towards the watafel and poured water from there, flashing Yumna's hand which already looked slightly red with cold water.

Deg. Deg.

Without being able to set Yumna's chest pounding. His heart jumps here and there. The smell of soap from Haidar's body made his heart sassy not want to turn away from this incident. Hope time just stops? Oh. Come onl. Isn't that stupid? Where can time stop unless you die Yumna! Even if you die time won't stop for those who are still alive! Wake up from Yumna!!!! his inner yelling made Yumna wake up and pull her hand.

"Can't you be careful?" cerca Haidar, her tone a little high makes Yumna upset.

Haidar took Yumna to sit down, and carried the p3k box he saw on top of the refrigerator. Haidar opens the lid of the ointment for burns.

"Don't, Haidar, no need. Just got a little!" reject Yumna.

"Hush still! Big or small wounds if not treated long time he healed!" his voice sounds upset. With painstaking Haidar apply the burn ointment on the skin with the red rash. Gentler. Very soft, so that Yumna was not sure this was the figure of Haidar who he knew. Is this the other side of Haidar Ezra Rahadian?

Deg. Deg.

Conscious Yumna... Conscious!!!

His heart told him to refuse Haidar's gentle treatment, but his brain had turned against him. He could only remain silent with his eyes unnoticed looking at this man in front of him who was blowing his hand.