First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
4. Like Dreams

Bujang can not sleep, the beautiful shadow tonight is careless because of the naughty girl who sleeps on the floor.

Actually Bujang did not have the heart to also see him curled up to sleep only with a bedcover, definitely still feels the hardness of the floor. But he had more heart to have made his marriage and the Rose a game.

Roses too, he said he was no longer in love with his ex-husband who always invited him to refer back, but in fact what? The basis of his love is just as thin as the skin of an onion.

Yesterday was crying because her husband cheated on her and asked for divorce, her husband's turn to ask her to come back.

So what does Bujang consider? Not a little money that Bujang has spent. Although the party is not massive and fairly luxurious, but still Bujang all that costs.

Fortunately they would marry her in the religious office, not at home. So the cost is skewed, try it at home? Kan had to replace transportation costs and tired sir Kadi, masa' yes just a thank you.

If he were to marry the Rose, he would be working hard tonight on the fields and fields of the Rose, eh.

Haish, the rose is already a widow, surely the experience is myriad. It could be Bujang who is taught, so do not use the term hard work.

Fate no one knows. Bujang actually married also according to the course of his destiny to get married, but unfortunately the same snot boy.

Bujang sat down, staring at the picture frame of Firda on the nightstand located near the head of the bed.

Beautiful, but still a snot in Bujang's eyes.

Compared to a beautiful rose, yes, it is far different.

Bujang continued to look at Firda who seemed to have fallen asleep, he was still confused about where to take this wedding.

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" Hey, bad boy, let's get up! We have to go home now, I'm gonna take a shower! It's dawn soon."

Bujang kicked the soles of Firda's feet with the tip of his foot.

"What the hell, Bang? If you want to take a bath, just keep on praying at dawn, what is the difficulty." replied Firda lazily with eyes that remain closed.

"No, I'm used to shower prayers first. Not rich' you, lazy woman. Come on get up!"

Bujang can't wait to kick his leg again, he just pulled Firda's hand to wake up.

Firda glared and wanted to scream and realized that the one who woke him was not his brother Bagas. Bujang quickly silenced Firda's mouth with his palm.

"Don't drama anymore by yelling like you forgot I'm your husband! Not bad, not drama. Pack some of your clothes, we'll go home to Abah's. Don't use a lot of questions or protests, hurry!"

Bujang had pushed Firda's body near the closet, inevitably Firda packed some clothes and other personal needs and put them in a bag.

Firda felt from last night she dreamed she had been married by Aki-aki, and hoped that after waking up from her sleep all returned as usual.

"O Allah, wake me from my sleep! It's a dream, God, the time' anyway the dream of the same cockfight, that's cute is God...Her name is also a dream." muttered Firda while closing the zipper of her bag.

"The drama continues..." Bujang flicked Firda's eel, then pulled her out of the room.

"Well, wait why? I haven't brushed my teeth, haven't washed my face."

"By the same time, the hunt is behind dawn."

Bujang continued to pull the hand of Firda who looked fickle, his name also woke up.

"Where are you going?"

His father Firda was already awake and was in a neat state wearing Koko and skullcap, seems to have been about to go to the mosque. Looks Bagas and Raka also came out of the door of their room with a neat appearance.

"Hmm, anu, Dad, we go home first! I don't bring a change of clothes, it's not good to pray not change clothes."

Mr. Deni took a long breath.

"Yes, it's late afternoon here again! We've never talked before, have we?"

Bujang nodded respectfully.

Bujang immediately got into his car which was parked in front of his father-in-law's house, a little added gas to get home quickly.

Without inviting Firda in, Bujang slightly ran into the room.

"Mi, has Abah gone to the mosque? " ask Bujang while wearing a sarong in front of Firda who is still standing sculpting.

"Already, hunted! Iqomah is already." Umi Sri reminded.

" Yes, Mi, Assalamualaikum..." Bujang ran small towards the mosque which was not too far from his Abahah house.

"Mosurfestalam,"

Umi Sri looked at Firda.

" Why are you talking, baby? Go to your husband's room, take a shower, pray, then accompany Umi in the kitchen!" tegur Umi Sri realized Firda who still does not know what and how.

" Oh, yes, Umi." Firda smiled awkwardly as he walked towards the door where Bujang had just entered and exited.

" Yes, God...It's not a dream, is it?"

Firda sat on a bed owned by Bujang that looks clean and neat, the order of the room also looks beautiful.

"Hmm, it seems like the weathered Bujang has prepared this room for the bahenol, unfortunately all is just a dream." Firda giggled to himself, hugged the pillow bolster then closed his two eyes continuing to sleep.

Descending from the Abah Surya Mosque could see his eldest son who had been waiting for him. Some pairs of eyes glanced towards Bujang but they no one dared to comment, disinclined with Abah Surya who is one of the public figures.

It's just that the news of Bujang's failed marriage and the Roses can no longer be hidden, all the neighbors yesterday came to the residence of Rose's parents. But that goes against why Rose is with her ex-husband.

"Why are you home early in the morning? Newlyweds..." Abah Surya chuckled, Bujang just smiled thinly.

"How was last night?"

"What, Bah?" Bujang pretend innocent.

"Haish, you're all grown up, Mish, masa' doesn't know where Abah's talking is going."

"May ...." The bachelor protested, talking about such a thing embarrassed him.

"Well, is our decision right? What would people say if they knew I was married to a child?" Bujang rubbed his face fretting.

"He's not a kid, he's a long way off compared to you. That's the soul mate, who can guess. Three times you failed to marry, it turns out that God gave you a soul mate in an unusual way. Already, no need to regret. Guide him well, Abah is sure you can.

But you didn't impregnate her, did you, Mish?"

"Well.... How can I impregnate him, just know him not."

"Yes yes, Abah believes, it's just that Abah felt sorry to see his father last night. She looks shocked and very sad when we say you impregnated her daughter, Abah knows how she feels, Mish. But how else, his daughter's really naughty." Abah Surya again chuckled a little while shaking his head.

Arriving at home, Bujang did not see any Firda accompanying Uminya in the kitchen.

"Mi, which Firda?"

"Your room, may still be praying. Umi told me to take a shower and pray, see if it is finished or not!"

Bujang walked into his room, seen Firda who was soundly sleeping on the bed.

"Astagfirulah....Hey bad boy, you've been praying yet?" bujang shouted growling so that his voice would not be heard until out of the room.

"I forgot to bring Mukena, then pray Dzuhur all, responsibility." Firda's responsibility while yawning

Bujang pulled Firda's hand, took her to the bathroom and splashed Firda's head with cold water.

Firda was about to shout again, Bujang back to silence his mouth.

"Std.... So do not be naughty, where there is prayer using the word responsibility and all. Quick shower! Then use Umi first."

The lady came out of the bathroom with a little slamming on the door.

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