
Carmen
I was shocked by the ringing and shakes of my HP. Abi phone? Oh God, I forgot to tell Abi again. So stupid. I quickly answered Abi's phone.
"Assalamualaikum, Bi." I replied.
"Girisham, Baby. You where? Abi can't go to your place. Roads closed. A lot of cars broke down he said." Abi's voice seemed very worried about my situation.
"I'm on my way home, Bi. I met my friend. I was invited together. Abi don't go down that road. The flood was severe" I replied. I had to lie instead of Abi's scolding. Kulirik Mas Zaky who drives with a smile. Must be Mas Zaky glad I called him my friend. Cobalt.
"Oh thank goodness. Yes, Abi will go the other way. We'll meet at home!"
"Yes, Bi. Abi be careful on the road. Assalamualaikum!" I ended the phone call after Abi answered my greetings.
"Why smile, Mom?" I see the streets around me. It was a terrible accident but we were not far from home.
"What's wrong. I saw you sleeping. It's so pretty, "praise Mas Zaky.
Beauitiful? Where's ada? I'll sleep like drooling. Quickly I saw the rearview mirror checking there was a trace of luster on my face or not.
"Not drooling. It's beautiful and it tastes sweet" said Mas Zaky again, with a smile on his face.
Sweetie? Am I sugar?
"Would you eat first?" tawar Mas Zaky's. "There's your favorite chicken pecel in front. If you want, we'll come down to eat for a while."
"No need. I'm just going to go home. Pegel later sat in the car," I refused.
"Do you want me to go on a pijitin? Or does the seat want me to hold it let's not seal it?" goda Mas Zaky again. Since when did Mas Zaky become so dreadful like that?
"Not yes!" my lips.
"OKAY. I'll have her lap when we're-"
"Want me to get down here?" threaten me before Mas Zaky finishes his words.
"Now dong. I'm not a goddamn lick anymore. Promise."
Why did it take so long to get home? Why is Mas Zaky's suit so fragrant? I love the expensive perfume that Mas Zaky wears. The fragrance made me want to hug her warm body and immerse my head in her chest.
"Then are your faces red? You feverish?" Mas Zaky stretched out his hand and checked my forehead. I want to be patis but his hand has reached my forehead first. "Not hot. Afraid of catching wind because of the rain. I bought the medicine first at the pharmacy ahead. What do you drink?"
Gone is a ignorant face and likes to tease from him. Change into a worried face
"I'm fine. Don't be lebay!" my ketus. Not in vain all this time heard Abang and Abi always talking spicy. I can practice it too.
"Not lebay. You were rained and flooded too. Afraid you're sick. Remember, we have a first date tomorrow weekend!" mas Zaky.
"Judah cancel it!" answer me lightly.
"Don't dong. That's why you need to be healthy. What medicine do you want to take? Or what to eat? I'm buyin!" the Mas Zaky.
"No need. I'm fine, okay?"
I'm flicking my lips. "I used to not care."
"Who said? I always worried that you were sick. You forgot when you were a kid, you bought snacks in SD that we passed and kept getting a stomachache? I'll carry you to the house!"
"Yes ... only once" I replied.
"Who said? When I go on vacation to college and go back to Indonesia. You asked me to take you on a motorcycle tour. The wind came home. I had to ask Papa to send me a car and on the road you kept me down while ngigau because your body was hot, forgot?" mas Zaky's.
Oh yea. I forget.
"Yes. Just twice," I replied not to lose.
"Okay, the third one. When you watch a concert. You prance to follow the rhythm of the song sung by the same band who I forgot at that time, anyway the ending you sore and your legs limp. Again I have to carry you until the car and massage your legs using Counterpain until your sore is gone. Until my hands were hot and all the balm smells. Still forgot?"
"Yes .. yes .. I forgot. Not willing to carry me!" grumbling.
"Not willing, Baby darling. Wait a minute, how good is it to call you Baby? I'll call you Baby, baby, ah, from now on." Zaky forgot what he wanted to say.
"I mean, it's not the sling that makes me object. I'm too worried about you. Afraid of you why. If you want to be carried right now I want to, hold the front of the boat." Mas Zaky played both of his eyebrows, teasing me while smiling mischievously.
"Ih ngarep's. Oh wow!" my ketus.
"Then I'll make you tired so that you have sore feet and I'm carrying" said Mas Zaky.
"Want his hand smell balm again?" my lips.
"No problem. Now there are many balms that are quite polished and there is a roll on it. I won't make my hands stink or overheat again. You don't believe it? I'm always ready, afraid your legs suddenly ache." Mas Zaky opened the dashboard of his car and pulled out a red hot balm like a pen. "Ready ready, right?"
Wow ... sometimes Mas Zaky is more care and attention as a Big Brother than Brother who is busy courting and spreading charm with other women. I who often left Abang and entrusted with Mas Zaky even more attention than with Brother himself.
"You wear? I'll be a little incandescent if I want to," Mas Zaky bargained.
"No need! I said I was okay with ngeyel. It was her focus! It's night. Sleepy this!" my nag. To be honest I was afraid Mas Zaky would suddenly kiss me again like that.
"Congratulations? Want bobo at the hotel? Mas deh temenin. Enough to say, I want to refer Mas. Beres," tease Mas Zaky.
"Ngarep! I'm coming down!" my threat.
"Don't dong, Baby darling. I promised to take you home. Don't be angry again!" Mas Zaky refocused on driving. There is no conversation between us anymore. Only the voice of news readers on the radio reported that the flood had begun to recede and the congestion began to unravel.
I can see my home complex. A luxurious and elegant looking archway with a statue of a horse in front of it. Mas Zaky turned his car around and greeted the security kindly and went back to running his car.
"So, where am I going down? In our house or Abi's? I want it in our house. What if we stay there?" ask Mas Zaky.
"At Abi's house. Don't wear nawar!" firmly answer.
"okay." Mas Zaky stopped his car in front of the house. Thankfully, no Abi and no brother saw us.
"How come you guys can be together anyway?"
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