Berlianku My wife
48. Dating

Don't need a reason, somehow? That night Alya was able to be warm and close to men. Even without refusing, Alya was willing to eat alone with Ardi. Unlike when invited by Gery or other men before, where the shadow of Bu Mirna will always appear in Alya's brain when there are men approaching him.

Alya is still in long pajamas and an instant-striped headscarf. There was no polish on his face, even below him his eyes seemed to swell because his work made Alya stay up late. He walked with Ardi. Alya was wearing flip-flops casually.

They do not join hands like lovers. But from the way they acted, the two of them looked awkward to each other with sparkling faces. Like a shy couple walking together for the first time. It is clear that they are both dheg-dhegan.

Ardi was very happy to enjoy his walk that night. Even though it is not a street or a special date like other couples, to the mall or to the amusement park. Instead of walking towards a tent stall on the side of the road sebrang hospital, legendary lamongan tent stalls handled by nurses and doctors.

"Ehm" Ardi started the conversation by slowing down his net.

"Can you ask?" tanya Ardi glanced at Alya who was walking beside her.

"Ask what?"

"What's your job?" asked Ardi to make sure, Ardi wanted to hear himself from if he was a doctor.

"I just finished my medical school" replied Alya, looking down.

"Oh so what Mr Yon said is right, you're interning at the front hospital?" ask Ardi while walking.

"Mas, you're wondering about Mr Yon?" alya asked somewhat astonishedly.

"I came here this morning"

"Oh, did Bu Rita not tell you or tell you a story?"

"I told you I was avoiding my mother"

"Isssshhh, Mas Ardi is rich little boy" Alya's lips put on the old man who could be said beside him.

"I'd rather avoid than have to fight and can't refuse his will" Ardi replied.

"I think it's natural mas, if Aunt Rita trying to make a mate for Mas Ardi, Mas Ardi is not young anymore, what try awaited?" Alya tries to defend Bu Rita in front of Ardi, hoping that Ardi can make up with his mother.

"Yes, I also realize, I am also trying to get married" replied Ardi meaningfully while staring at Alya. But Alya did not realize that Ardi went all the way to the apartment just to see him.

"Certainly what is the problem of dodging? There is no harm in Mas Ardi trying to know the candidate who was asked by Bu Rita?" alya replied again not intending with Ardi's gaze.

"The problem is that my mother wants to match me with a woman my best friend loves" replied Ardi who did not know that the woman was the same woman as her dinner partner now.

"Really?" alya asked iba to understand Ardi's feelings.

"Yes, that's why I refused, I can't imagine what if I married a loved one of my own"

"What matters is that the woman's heart for Mas Ardi, later her best friend will understand, Ardi's best friend will also find her soul mate" replied Alya sok advising. Alya herself did not know that the woman being discussed was herself.

"Stay, I will be a bad person, because my best friend first knows him" replied Ardi again.

Then they got to the tent stall that Alya meant. The fragrant aroma of fried chicken approached Alya's sense of smell. Alya who sleeps all day is directly reflected in warm rice, lalapan and onion sauce. His saliva was produced so well that it filled Alya's mouth. Fortunately, Alya was able to tell him not to come out.

Different from Ardi. His eyes widened, looking at the unique female dining place in front of him. A small tent on the side of the road, certainly not hygienic. Even inside it looks crowded, shoppers sit cross-legged on mats that lie in the shop yard.

"Do you usually eat here?" tanya Ardi hesitates to enter and share the table with other buyers.

Ardi stood up with a troubled expression, massaging his eyes. He did not expect to be eating on the side of the road with a mat on the uneven paving floor. Not to mention the puff of cigarette smoke from fellow buyers. There are no padded benches or flower decorations on the table. Even the table is a long table, and must be shared with buyers who come first.

"Why is that?" tanya Alya was happy to see Ardi's expression that was reluctant to sit and seemed to ruffle her hair while wailing in search of a seat.

"Would you eat here?" whispered Ardi to Alya's ears that were covered in hijab but still made Alya a little amused.

"Related! If you don't want to, yes I have eaten alone" Alya replied steadily wanting to laugh at Ardi's expression. Ardi just silently looked at Alya with a gaze begging to move.

"You want what pesen? A chicken? Duck or catfish?" alya asked impatiently to eat soon. And insists he won't move

"It's up to you" replied Ardi resigned because Alya insistent on eating here.

"Here sit here" Alya asked smilingly to show an empty place in the corner of the tent.

Ardipun took off his expensive shoes and walked down into the tent. Ardi grumbled because he had to walk down. The lanongan tent is not too high, while Ardi is high-strength athletic. If not down his head will hit the roof of the tent and can knock it down.

"If not to make a pedekate with this one creature, I would eat in such a narrow place"

"Sir, fried chicken two, same tempe know yes sir" Alya pesen. "Oh yes, yes sir, double a lot"

"Yes Dok, ready" replied the mamang lamongan who began to recognize Alya.

"Kok he called you Doc? Recognize?" asked Ardi who had been watching Alya. Ardi was not out of thought even Alya looks familiar with the longings.

"Yes, if you take care of the afternoon, I often eat here" replied Alya, a little telling me that the recommendation did not taste wrong, and Alya sure Ardi will also like it.

"Hemmm" Ardi cleared his throat to hear Alya's story.

"He said he was a doctor"

"What if I'm a doctor?".

"Yes, why do you mean here? It's not hygienic"

"Ish doctors are human too. It's the best menu I've met here, it's hard to miss" Alya replied.

"Where have you been? Dare to call this delicious"

"He. hasn't gone anywhere yet. I haven't lived here long. I don't know any places in the area yet!"

"Pantes"

"What pantes?"

"It's okay, my lady told you to stay in my apartment"

"Yes, thank you for the overlap. So I'm not hard-earned kos" replied Alya nyengir.

"Not free!"

"Ish, even your mother told me to, why do you always ask to pay?"

Ardi silently looked at Alya's lips from earlier babbling cutely. Ardi swallowed his saliva, holding back the sense that could not be expelled. I want to close Alya's lips with hers.

"Alright because soon I pay, tonight I am the treat" continued Alya still with cheerful mode.

"What's your salary?" asked Ardi scoffed at hearing Alya about to treat.

"Hee, I've never been paid, so I don't know how much"

"Plethak" Ardi pinched Alya's head covered in a headscarf.

"You're sick to know!"

"Basic arrogant, the support want to buy a treaty, a place just hitchhiking, just want payday too" taunted Ardi again, prestige want to be treated.

"Ishhh likes to insult, I haven't had an internship in a month" Alya replied annoyedly rubbing his forehead.

"You have to save a lot, then pay off your debt" Ardi still continued his actions mocked Alya.

"What debt? Didn't you say yesterday that you forbid me to go and stay? Even I was so happy to hear that, my money didn't get drained for rent, why did it change again? I have to pay for it? Ishh, what the hell do you want?" Alya nagged very much.

"Are you happy living in an apartment?" ardi asked coldly, holding back the tempest against Alya's lips that did not stop talking.

"Of course, so I can save money, hehe" Alya replied grinningly and then the pesenan came.

"Please Dok" mamang lamongan serve thighs over chicken and warm rice, do not forget lalaban basil, sambal terasi and sambel onion.

Not waiting for long Alya grabbed the handsanitizer in her pocket. Sterilize both hands, once ready. Alya poured the sambel into his rice. The starving Alya directly devoured the rice and chicken suiran.

While Ardi who was the first to eat at the tent stall met Alya with a look of wonder. Moreover, Ardi does not like spicy.

"Why not eat. Let's eat?" invite Alya while chewing food, Alya saw the man beside her just staring at the food in front of her.

"If you don't want to make me, he said the laper" added Alya anxious to see Ardi an old man but rich little children.

"It's still hot, isn't there a spoon?" tanya Ardi Lirih asked for help because he was not used to eating with his hands.

Alya chuckled at Ardi's question. It takes how long to eat lamongan use a spoon, even sambal terasi and onions will feel very delicious when touched by hands.

"Use a ribet mas spoon. It's delicious, try it, rich gini how so" replied Alya reflex, take a chicken suiran and feed Ardi his hand.

"Enak right?" alya looked at Ardi

Ardi also devoured it. His senses begin to work. "Enak" muttered Ardi and then imitated Alya's way of eating.

"Do you like sambal?" asked Ardi again saw Alya pouring two types of sambal into his rice.

"Of course, it's a pleasure to increase my appetite" Alya showed the rice sauce in the hand, then devoured it.

"I don't like it spicy" replied Ardi.

"Ishh this is not spicy, try" replied Alya again feeding Ardi again with a fist of sambel rice and chicken suiran.

"The smell is strange" replied Ardi kissing the terasi sambel, practice tasting it.

That night they ate the rice voraciously. Even Ardi and Alya add one more portion to be shared together, because one serving of Alya less turned out not to make the stomach full.