Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 9

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"Sir, legen!" Hastungkara got up from a sitting position and called the passing legen seller behind them.

The legen seller immediately stopped his steps and published a smile. "How many bottles do you want, ma'am?" tanyanya.

"Two bottles sir," replied Hastungkara without paying attention to the face of the legendary seller.

"Don't call me Sir! I'm not married and I'm still young." The legendary seller took off the caping so that his beautiful face now looks and meets the Hastungkara field of view.

The young girl gasped when she saw the face of the legendary seller who turned out to be very familiar.

"Us-ustadz Zain" he said in disbelief as he covered his mouth with a palm.

"Heem. Thank goodness you haven't been pangling with me," Zain replied without fading a smile.

"Us-ustadz why sell legen? Grandfather said, Ustadz Zain was getting education in Cairo Egypt."

"I graduated, Ra. So I went back to my hometown. Because it is still idle, I help you sell legen," explained Zain while answering the question posed by Hastungkara.

"If Ustadz Zain doesn't mind, how about Ustadz working in a cooperative? Later, I will ask grandfather to accept Ustadz as admin."

Zain pulled both corners of his lips and re-opened his voice, "thank you for your offer, Ra. But for now, I don't want to work. There's still so much to do in this village." Zain refused with a smooth-sounding word so Hastungkara could accept without feeling offended.

"Don't take it personally, Ra!" he continued while offering two bottles of legen and Hastungkara received it followed by a smile that developed.

"I'm not offended at all. Oya, how much are two bottles of Tadz?"

"Not to pay. Just make you garratis."

"But, I don't like gagging."

"Well, you can pay him another year or two."

"I don't like to be in debt."

"If you don't want to go into debt, pay now! But not with money."

"Then with what?"

"By reciting Ar Rahman's letter. For a long time, I did not hear the melodious voice of my best friend's sister and my future aunt."

Zain's words successfully made Hastungkara misbehaved and blushed embarrassed. The young girl bowed shyly-hiding her red-hued face.

"Ehem, cie .. cie." The sound of Derana disperse the sweet atmosphere that is covering the two people, Hastungkara and Zain.

Zain chuckled, while Hastungkara chipped and hit his best friend slowly on the back. "What the hell, Ran?"

"It was the first time I saw your face incarnate like a boiled crab, Ra. Girls like you can also be timid khoceng," said Derana while teasing her best friend.

"Ishhh, it's Ran!"

"The hunt is paid for, Ra! Read Ar Rahman's letter! Pity Ustadz Zain if you have to wait too long."

"Hmm, okay. But don't blink when you hear my sweet voice, especially Ustadz Zain. After hearing my voice, please take care of your heart, keep your faith, and don't rush to beat me up!"

Hastungkara speech successfully tickles the sense of hearing, so that Derana is unable to hold back laughter.

Different from Zain. The handsome young man managed to hold back the almost airy laughter by folding his lips.

Hastungkara's voice is very melodious, vibrating the hearts of two people who look solemn' listen.

Both are immersed in the beauty of the strands of the word that are strung beautifully and imply how almighty His love IIlahi.

"Allah is true of His word." Hastungkara rubbed his face with both palms after reciting Ar Rahman's letter.

"Tadz. My debt is paid off. Don't be charged again!" said Hastungkara without looking at the beautiful face presented in front.

"I'll still charge you. Reveal the words of a promised child .. someday when twenty years old will be my makmum."

The words that were spoken from Zain's lips again made Hastungkara blush in shame. The young girl further lowered her face and twisted the edge of her clothes.

"Sorry, I have to sell again. Assalamu'alaikum-" said Zain before pedaling his bike and back around peddling the legend.

"Wa'alaikumsalam --" Derana and Hastungkara answered the greeting spoken by Zain in a compact manner.

After Zain passed away, Hastungkara turned his face and looked at the back of the idol until it disappeared from view.

"Ran, let's go on with the chatter again while drinking legen ya!"

Derana nodded as a sign that she approved of her best friend's words.

The pair of friends then returned to talk while enjoying the freshness of the legend.

Legen is the name of a traditional drink that is found around the region of Central Java and East Java. The drink was taken from the tree.

Legen is produced by penderers, the name of the nutra tree farmers who hold the sap of the tree in the roof (bamboo shells).

In addition to being refreshing, the benefits of legen are also believed to be able to overcome complaints for people with digestive diseases and kidney function disorders.

Freshly harvested and not yet given the mixture has no alcohol content so it is halal to consume.

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"Ra, I was really surprised at my husband. He seems to have a mental illness. Every time he wanted to raise me, he told me to sleep. And strangely, I always obey. Like people who are hypnotized or given sleeping pills, I fall asleep unguarded. I didn't feel anything at all when he touched my body and slipped the trunk. But after waking up from sleep, I just feel pain, especially in the sidelines marwah."

Hastungkara let out a long sigh when he heard the story told by Derana. The young girl looked frowned. He was thinking before giving a response. "It seems, he did that on purpose, Ran. I'm suspicious of the one who raised you --" Hastungkara said. He does not want to mispronounce so that makes his friend offended and increasingly burdened by bad thoughts.

"Continue saying, Ra! Why do you like to make me curious?"

"Forget over! I just just wanted to talk. You know for yourself, I often talk about ceplos. Better, we're going home now! Surely your husband's been waiting with a lip." Hastungkara tried to divert the conversation and bring his body up.

"Hmm, okay. Replace me who sat behind --" said Derana then moved from a sitting position.

Allohumma, may bad luck not befall your ontel bike, Ran-Hastungkara said in his heart and prepared to ride his best friend's favorite ontel bike.

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