First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
12. Forgetting the Home Address

"Why are you two so chatty? It's more than my mom knows nothing." Firda walked straight past his two friends.

Pretending fierce let Sisil and Gita not ask much.

Gita and Sisil stared at each other, following Firda from behind.

Don't we? The evidence was both silent.

"Eh, what about Bang Bujang? He doesn't know your house, does he? But according to the news, she got married that night, too, Fir. Not the widow, do you know who she married?" Sisil aligned Firda's footsteps.

"Why do you guys keep talking about bang Bujang? There's no more important language, what?"

Firda dropped her weight on a chair in the classroom. He wanted to see Bujang's used phone that was given earlier. Because when Bujang gave the phone with a piece of money fifty thousand earlier, he had not checked what his phone was like. Who knows there's a call or chat from Hans, hais, ngarep.

If you see him now worry about the two chatty grandmothers who are in front of him more and more questions, making Firda more piled up sins.

True said Bujang, one drama made there will be further dramas to cover the previous drama.

Yes Alloh...Still nineteen years but piling up countless sins, Firda wants to repent, O Allah.

"Fir, man,"

"Otherwise?"

"Oh Allah, Firrr...Really bad? Kaya' cat again bunting." Gita shook her head.

"Tau, here. Back from our campus to D'Nongkongs yuk!" invite Sisil who was nodded by Gita.

"Well? Ask for photos with Bujang? Oh wow!" Firda pretends to look ordinary, don't look if you avoid. Later Gita and Sisil are increasingly suspicious.

"We usually hang out there, who knows what's so cute. If it's okay, just wrap it up." Sisil.

Chili is a wrap.

A girl like that wants to be her sister-in-law? Where to enter the criteria of the dream girl bang Bagas.

"No, I was told to go straight home, not to wander. Anyway, I want to learn to cook, I have an appointment."

Huh, Firda was relieved, it was calmer if I could be honest.

"Study cooking? Not wrong? If you want to be a wife, why study now?" Gita observed Firda's slightly different face, something was strange but what?

Until the lecturer had entered the classroom, Gita did not find what was strange to Firda.

Class was over, it was time for him to run away before his two friends invited him to hang out.

The phone that was always inside the bag suddenly rang, with a slightly trembling hand afraid of being caught Firda looking around for the phone in her bag.

Be met.

Firda's eyes almost out of their sockets when he saw the appearance of wallpaper images on his phone.

Bujang photos are staring down, handsome hehehe.

What makes Firda more excited is the caller, a sense of wanting to swallow the phone see who is contacting.

My Husband's.

Oh Allah...Firda must be aware, her status is now a wife.

While running and looking back at the rich' detective who was in training, Firda shifted the receive button.

[ Hello.].

[Go home, don't hang out! I promised the same, right? ]

Firda could only swallow his saliva reminded by his promise.

Without waiting for an answer from Firda, Bujang had already closed the call from across there.

"Firish... Waitaminute! Woetc..."

Hearing the screams of Sisil and Gita who ran small behind him made Firda run more and more tight so as not to be overtaken.

It's like shooting Bollywood films that use the chase scene.

Chase me, chase me, let me catch you.

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Arriving at home, Firda went straight to the kitchen, took a plate, rice complete with vegetables and side dishes immediately ate. His mother and father who originally watched television became dumbstruck.

Likewise with Raka who just returned home from school was no less surprised, until she did not have time to change clothes and put her school bag in the room. He sat down in front of Firda who was eating voraciously.

"Sister, it's at home in-laws brother is not in love with food, huh?" ask Raka seriously.

"Huh?" Firda stopped his mouthful.

His father and mother moved chairs on the dining table, wanting to hear the story of Firda who was only two days and one night at the house of his in-laws had returned home.

As Deni's father remembered, Abah Surya was a good man. Although not known before, but Firda's father has been looking for information about the Bujang family and both parents.

They are not a housing complex, of course, they do not know each other before.

"Yes, bang Bujang? Don't tell me you forgot you had a husband?"

"Astagfirulah..."

Firda laughed crazily until the rice in his mouth gushed out and hit Raka's face.

"Sir Firda...Slovenly!" raka shouted in disgust at the spurt of food from Firda's mouth.

"I'm sorry, I forgot, if I already have a husband" she said grinfully.

His father and mother could only shake their heads while breathing a sigh of relief.

They thought if his daughter was treated less well so go home and eat at home, not the wrong Firda came home.

After finishing eating and it was a bit late afternoon, Raka drove Firda home to Abah Surya.

Bujang who also just arrived at the house has seen his face red, it looks like he is upset.

Raka himself immediately turned the bow to return home.

"Where are you from? I told you to go straight home and not run around."

Firda glanced at Abah and Umi who were also waiting for his answer.

"Sorry, Bang! I went home wrong" he replied.

"You're going home to Dad?" The man asked in disbelief.

Firda nodded while grinning the horse.

Bujang patted his eel.

Abah and Umi chuckled.

"It's okay, the name is also not used." martial Abah made Firda smile sumringah.

"It is the best." Firda imitated the speech of the animated film to the children while raising two thumbs up his hands.

Bujang can only roll his eyes off guard.

The drama queen, still young is senile.

What he said wanted to learn to cook was not so because it was too late afternoon approaching the magrib, so Firda just went into the room to clean himself.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Firda looked at her face carefully. Exactly like what Gita did earlier, something was strange but what?

Uh, what is this?

Under his neck were red but faint patches, barely visible and there were some.

If not properly observed, it will not be visible.

"What did I eat wrong?" firda's murmur in front of the mirror sounded in Bujang's ear who was fiddling with Firda's phone.

Bujang hid his smile.

Eat it if sleep is not like a corpse? But thankfully.

"Bang, man,"

"Hmm, uh,"

"It's allergy medicine, right?"

"For what?"

"Yes to get rid of allergies, cook to get rich quick."

Bujang jerked his breath strongly, facing Firda indeed must have a lot of patience stock.

"Sister, what are you allergic to?"

"My neck is a lot of red marks, not yet visible. Just be careful not to get worse and swell."

"When you ate at home, what did you eat?"

"Sayur asem, fried tempeh, sambel terasi...."

"Are you allergic to eating that?" cut Bujang fast.

"Well, can I be allergic to being your wife?"

Bujang.

Firda chuckles.

"So, really fierce, ntar fell in love with me you know." said Firda chuckled while covering his face embarrassed because Bujang had narrowed both eyes staring at him.

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