Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 58
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Derana looks trouble buttoning seatbelt. So Randy immediately tilted his body and stretched out his hand to help Derana.
The heartbeat of a pair of Adam and Eve was heard timidly when accidentally the windows of their hearts met each other ....
The atmosphere in the car turned silent. Only the ticking of the time machine was heard accompanied by a heart melody that stringed words through a net gaze.
Seconds passed by minutes. The two are still glued to the sculptural beauty of the Creator.
"Uhuk-uhuk-" The sound that came out of Ridwan's lips successfully broke the atmosphere that enveloped two people-Randy and Derana, until both realized from the attitude.
Both Randy and Derana seem to be misbehaving. Derana immediately turned her face away. Randy pulls his body.
Both try to normalize heart rate by scooping the air deeply and then exhaling slowly.
From behind the glass of the car he was riding, Ridwan was seen holding back laughter by folding his lips when watching Randy and Derana's behavior.
The man dimpled the cheek and then said with a little scream so that Randy heard his voice.
"Rand, when do we leave? Noh, the Rafa has arrived in Merauke and we are still in Widow Village. Follow Rafa! Don't just look at people and make people crave!"
Randy is indifferent. He did not intend to reply Ridwan.
While Derana, the sweet woman bowed shyly hiding a red hue that was clearly painted on her face when she heard the babble thrown by Ridwan.
"Woeyy, Rand! Your sense of hearing still works, doesn't it? Or maybe my voice is less loud, so you can't hear it? If my voice is less loud .. I'll borrow the mosque toa." Ridwan returned. But this time with a louder voice.
Randy clucked in annoyance. Without replying to Ridwan, the handsome widower with a cold character turned on the car engine and began to drive his iron vehicle.
The next minute, Ridwan and his men begin to play the steering-following the car driven by Randy.
"Ehem." Randy tried to hit the feeling that made him uncomfortable with a fever.
"Dera, where do you want to stop by for lunch?" the question is then to remove the awkwardness created between them.
Slowly, Derana rotates the body and shifts focus. Then he answered the question that was written without daring to look at the bead of the master's eyes. "Mmm .. It's up to you."
"What if we had lunch at Gaco's Noodle? Hastungkara said, You like to eat noodles the most."
"It's not me who likes to eat noodles, sir. But Hastungkara. If I am, anything I like. Most importantly halal. If Mr. Randy wants to have lunch at Gaco's Mie. I'll follow you."
"alright. We stopped by for a short lunch at Mie Gaco" said Randy without a smile framing his handsome face.
Ten minutes later, the wheels of a car driven by Randy stepped on the parking area.
After stopping the car and turning off the engine of the iron vehicle, Randy invites Derana to get out of the car.
"At hand. Come on, Dera, let's get out!" abugn.
Randy opens the door and takes his body out of the car followed by Derana.
Then, a pair of Adam and Eve walked together to the cashier table to order a menu provided by the Gaco-restaurant Noodle Restaurant which serves spicy noodle preparations.
"What do you want to eat, Dera? Devil Noodles, Devil Noodles, or Angel Noodles?" Randy showed me a menu list and a photo of the noodle sighting he mentioned to Derana.
Derana looks confused. I really don't know which menu to choose.
For Derana, the name of the noodles offered by Randy is very unusual.
How could he eat noodles concocted by Devils, Demons, and Angels (Angel) ....
"How, Dera? What do you want noodles?" Randy asked again.
"I don't want Devil Noodles, Devil Noodles, and Angel Noodles, sir."
"Why?" Randy asked in astonishment followed by a clear imprinted frown between the base of his eyebrows.
"Because, those noodles are definitely not human concoctions, sir. But concoct the dedemites" answered Derana innocently.
Derana's words tickled the sense of hearing so that the cashier and restaurant visitors who heard it immediately laughed, while Randy just reviewed a smile.
"Dera, Devil Noodles, Devil Noodles, and Angel Noodles are man-made. Not made by Satan, Satan, or Angels" Randy explained.
"But why is it named that way, sir?"
"To be unique and interesting."
"So, what kind of noodles would you choose, Dera?"
"As for you sir. Whatever noodles you ordered, I'd love to."
"alright. I ordered the three noodles and the drinks .. Do you want to drink Es Tuyul, Es Genderuwo, or Es Kunti?"
"Eng ... kog the name of the drink makes a mistake, sir?"
"Just like the name of the noodles, right? Although it seems scary, but it feels addictive."
"Drink .. I'm fucked too, sir."
"OKAY. I ordered all three. Tuyul Ice, Genderuwo Ice, and Kunti Ice - -"
"If Sister Ngesot's ice is there, sir?" sahut Derana-throwing ask.
"There was. You'll make it at home."
"How is it, sir?"
"How as usual. It's just that he sniffed," he replied-jokingly.
The cashier and the visitors again air a laugh when they hear the answer thrown by Randy. So is Derana.
"I ordered Devil Noodle 1, Devil Noodle 1, and Angel Noodle 1," said Randy interrupted, so the cashier in charge of serving suddenly stopped the laughter. Then refocus on the flat screen in front of him.
"Sorry, can you repeat!" her door.
"Hem. Devil Noodles 1, Devil Noodles 1, and Angel Noodles 1. Take Es Tuyul 1, Es Genderuwo 1, and Es Kunti 1."
"Good, Sir. Please wait a minute!" said the cashier with Prita's name tag while handing Randy the table number.
After receiving the table number, Randy guides Derana-bringing their steps toward a table that is in the corner of the room.
While waiting for the order to be presented, Randy and Derana chat accompanied by a romantic music performed by a young musician-Nabila Maharani.
"Dera, are you sure you want a divorce with your husband?" Randy asked questions on the sidelines of their conversation.
"Yes, Sir. I'm very sure. For what to maintain the household that I really do not want and do not want by Mas Farel," replied Derana without hesitation and sounded assertive.
"You don't want to give your husband a chance to Farel? Who knows, Farel wants to fix your household."
Derana shook her head slowly and published a thin smile. "There's no point in giving Mas Farel a chance, sir. What Mas Farel loved was not me, but another woman. And the purpose of Mas Farel marrying me was not to perfect the faith and to achieve sakinah, mawadah, warahmah."
"If that's your decision, hopefully both your parents, Farel, and Atmajaya's family can accept it. Stay on good terms with Farel and his family even if they ever do you badly! Do not respond to ill treatment with the same treatment. But pay back the bad treatment they have done with kindness. One of them is asking God - may all those who have done badly to you be guided by Him -" Randy hangs up his words and curls his lips.
"You must still remember Kyai Hasan's advice when we visited Pondok Pesantren Al Mizan, right?" continued.
"Yes, Sir. I still remember it. He asks us, especially me .. not to repay people who have been bad by doing the same bad. Better, we raise the ink so that God immediately guides them. Verily, Allah is the Most Reply-"
"Although it is difficult to follow the advice of Kyai Hasan .. try, Dera! And I will try not to avenge my ex-wife Amel-"
Randy's speech is interrupted when a waitress arrives with a tray containing all the food and drinks ordered by him.
"Thank you" said Derana with a smile unfolded without noticing the look of the waitress face that turned out to be very familiar with him.
"Derana - -"
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