Adult Zone
12. My truck driver?

...JODOHKU TRUCK DRIVER?...

...Author by: David Khanz...

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"Huh? It's not wrong of you to choose that guy to be your guy?" tanya Gina sounded shocked. "You're healthy, aren't you, Mega? You're not mabok anymore?"

That was the reaction of Gina –my best friend– when the news of the engagement was delivered. Even though he was at work, he deliberately asked for permission and came to see me at the office during the day.

"Crazy! Are you alright?" Gina came straight to feel my forehead and wondered further. "Lu's no longer sakaw, is he?"

(You're healthy, right?)

I smiled at her attitude myself. "Yes, sure I am. Why would the cave choose him, Gin?"

(Whoa, I'm fine, tuh.)

He took an empty chair, pulled it in front of my desk, then replied, "Yes, that's okay. Cuman cave still can not believe it, girl as level as you, how can fall in love with a truck driver, anyway? What would the world say, Mega? I still don't believe this. I'm a sweat, Bestie."

(What would the world say, Mega? I swear, I still don't believe that, Bestie.)

"Whatever," I said casually. "Partially, it's the cave's own choice. Mama and Papa cave also agreed. Why are you bothering?"

Gina clucked. Maybe feel upset. Then he asked, "Yokap-bokap you agree too? Ah, this is totally crazy. It's still hard to believe the same thing you said, Mega. Or ... lest you again prank the cave, huh?"

I answered to convince him, "No! This is really, really. Seriously. If you don't believe me, ask Papa-Mama the cave."

Gina snorted, riled, then looked me in the eye deeply. "Mega .. Mega. You're a cute chick, have a good job, live well, but .. why are your tastes even down, anyway?" To the extent that, he followed wherever the direction this face was facing. Feeling the tension alone is constantly noticed in such a way. "It's not because you're being disappointed with Juki, is it?"

I almost chuckled. Fortunately, this brain is quick to respond and be aware of the situation and conditions around. If not, it could be that the whole room is excited if my one habit relapses. Especially if it's not like Mak Lampir.

"It's precisely because of that damn guy that the cave is so self-conscious, Gin," I replied lightly.

"I mean you?" ask Gina back.

For a moment I took a deep breath, then revealed casually, "The cave became aware, if the soul mate who harepin cave is not like Juki. But—"

"Whoa the truck driver?"

"Definitively ... not really, but .. gua feels sure, if Mas Joko is a man who can make the cave comfortable."

"Joko's name? Oh, my God .. You even call him 'Mas'. Not very much in sync with you, Lady Queen."

"Whatever," concluded me again, "but for sure, the same cave Mas Joko already felt there was a match."

"O, damn it! It's not good to hear!"

(Damn it! This is not good news!)

I could only smile at Gina's behavior. Not only that it was actually —side because it was happy— but remembered when I first felt that the soul mate I was looking for was not going anywhere and no longer needed to be anyone.

The story, I was on the road again. Going home on vacation with Gina from my parents' villa in a remote place. While engrossed in driving a car, the view in front is hindered by the speed of a large truck and quite heavy load —seem—. We had a hard time overtaking, although there was enough space to get ahead. But because of the winding road conditions, Gina who happened to be partly holding the wheel, did not dare to do it.

"Love horn why the hell, Gin!" I felt impatient because the speed of the vehicle followed slowly tailing. "Let's have a light lamp for him to step aside!"

"Just wait! Don't you, Ga," agile Gina while continuing to focus forward. "Couldn't you see he was giving you a hazard light signal from earlier?"

My gerutuku back upset, "Lagian bego too, anyway. The hazard lamp will not function to tell you not to overtake, but a notification for the rider behind if in front of him it is nothing."

"Watch ajalah he intends to tell us, can not overtake. You see the right lane there are a lot of vehicles as well" Gina said sounding relaxed.

I snorted bitterly.

This upset feeling continues to haunt since breaking up and being left married by Marjuki. For that reason, so for the past few days, I applied for a leave of absence with Gina. It is good to make temporary healing, although the effect is still left until now.

I watched the lights keep on both sides of the right-left side of the truck's turnlight in front. It is true, almost every minute the right lane is busy passing various kinds of vehicles. Although there is an empty gap and enough to overtake from the left, the muddy condition of the dirt road due to rain, it feels very dangerous to break through. The only option, wait and wait.

A tit! A tit! A tit!

Kupijit button horn because impatient.

"Mega, what the hell are you, huh?" gina was shocked behind the wheel.

"Take the cave, Gin!" reply cuek.

"Diddeliver!"

"Danger, Ga," Gina said, pointing forward. "Look noh, he told me not to overtake. There's a car on the right lane in front of us. Danger. Could be a collision with nerobos."

"Lagian cave sprains, anyway. When did it come to pass like a conch."

"Patience, Non. Until we get a safe gap to overtake."

Justright. Not much after that, we found a straight and safe track to precede. Coinciding with that, the light of the truck in front changed flickering to the left. So without waiting for long, Gina immediately turned to the right agilely and pressed the gas pedal as deeply as possible.

A tit! A tit!

Twice the honking sound of our vehicle was sounded, as a sign of gratitude and permission to precede. Replied with the same thing by the truck driver.

Tot!

I looked at the front of the truck as it passed. For a moment, the figure of a young man smiled behind the wheel. It looks like there are two people in there and the other one must be the conductor. After that the speed of the vehicle was smoothly shot splitting the universe that is still moist fog.

"We'll eat yuk first, Gin," asked me a few minutes later. "Laper cave, here."

"Lunatic you!" gina's Ogre. "Place where there's a resto."

"Find a fringe stall," I said giving advice. "Usually like there are still sales in the beginning."

"Ah, at most also the sale of fried ama boiled noodles."

"Biarin, huh. What matters is stomach stuffing."

"You sure?"

"hey are. Than wait until the city? Could starve to death cave!"

"Yes, already. It's up to you."

Not long after, we stopped once we found a small shop. There directly order instant noodles and some special snacks on the outskirts. Fortunately, everything is in a hot situation. You can warm your body in the middle of the cold air of the afternoon.

While enjoying the order, a truck stopped just behind our parked vehicle. Then down two men figure from inside and immediately scatter into the stall.

I remember, it was the same truck and the same person that was overtaken earlier. One of them bowed the body as soon as we looked at each other, saluting greetings. That driver was polite too, I thought. The two of them chose to sit inside, even though in my place and Gina there was still an empty bench.

"At the front or Aa," said the owner of the stall on both. Answer them, "It's okay, Mom. We're just here. Anyway, this body is still dry. He-he."

Well, understanding him too, I thought back. Maybe worried that her body odor would interfere with our enjoyment. To the point of having to jostle in there with the shop owner. It could also be trying to avoid an eye fight with me and Gina.

Hhmmm, for a moment I looked at the figure of the driver. Still young. Maybe his age doesn't link far from me. Exotic skin and a little dull because –can be– sweat factor and street dust that is still attached. But from the gestures and language while talking to the staller, it sounds so polite. What he faces is an old man.

One thing I related during the back of his truck was –which is related to the signal of the turn signal given along the way–, it seems he is indeed trying to provide protection and security for other road users. Including us of course. Not all drivers want and understand street languages like that.

"Come, continue the road again yuk, Ga," asked Gina surprisingly as she was busy watching the figure of a man in the stall earlier. I followed her hand towards the vehicle. Until then something happened. "God! The cave HP missed in the stall earlier!"

Damn it, we have to get back to where we were. It was meant to take the phone left there, but the snooze was done. A vehicle stopped us in the middle of the trip.

"HP Mbak left in the stall earlier," said a man once down from his vehicle. He was the driver. Once handed over the object, immediately parted and refused to accept a sum of money from me as a token of gratitude. But happily swapping mobile numbers that second too. "I'll call you back later, okay?" promised him.

Since then, we have been intensely open and communicating. Until finally the taste values were unnoticed. I started to like the personality of this man. So polite, meek, and the most important thing is to have a big responsibility.

A few months after getting closer, we decided to get engaged.

"Keep, now ... what's your man's job?" ask Gina later.

I replied with a satisfied smile, "Stay as we first knew it, which is to be a driver."

"Truck driver?"

"No" I replied back. "He's a private driver of the cave."

"Well?!"

"So as long as there is him, the cave does not have to spend money to pay. Quite a person who can drive, wherever the cave goes. Because he also lived in the cave houses. Hi-hi!"

"Crazy!" exclaimed Gina while shaking her head. "When do you get married?"

For a moment I thought, then replied expectantly, "Wait for the Juki to finish the divorce hearing with his wife. Hi-hi."

Plaque!

Gina patted herself on the forehead, then we laughed together.