First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
7. Best Do'a

"Assalamualaikum, hello epribadeh, any body home." The sound of Sisil's cry increasingly deafen the eardrum in front of the porch of the house.

Firda walked back and forth in the dining room, not opening the door for his two friends who shouted like creditors because they had missed five days.

"Fir, why? That's Sisil and Gita, right? Why don't you meet? Are you guys fighting?"

" No, Buk, it's just.." Firda's face was about to cry.

"Do they not know you and Bujang...."

"No, Buk, and don't tell me first, please!"

"You embarrassed?"

Firda lowered his head, the tail of his eyes glancing towards the open back door. If he answers shyly and is heard with Bujang, Firda fears Bujang will be offended. Because all of this is Firda who started.

"Firda's not ready to tell, that's all, Buk. Buk, please hold the Bujang bang still on the back porch huh, Mom! Mom and dad talk whatever it is important not to meet them."

His mother could only nod.

Why when you do not think long to get there, Fir.

Gaining the ability of her mother, Firda immediately darted out of the house.

"Oh yeah, from earlier called not out? Kaya' your house as big as a palace from the room to go out must use a scooter." Gita snorted exasperatedly.

"I was hanging out again, because of the yelling you guys got in again, right? Where it's been two more days, can be fatter if I'm not thrown away." Firda pretended to stroke her stomach, so that the drama would be perfect.

"Where are your mom and dad? Raka hasn't come home yet? Whose bike is that?" sisil asked to watch the large-bodied matic motor parked next to the motorbike his mother used to use to the market.

"Husband and father are dating again, the bike has a friend Raka." replied Firda origin.

"Fir, chat in your room as usual. Ngadem, we have something to ask." Sisil had already gawked into Firda's old man's house and went straight to Firda's room, but before that he stopped right in front of Bagas' room door.

"Not seeing the person, the door of his room, so be it." said Gita stroked the door of Bagas' room.

"Don't fuck around Git! You can find another man, bang Bagas mine."

Firda could only roll his eyes puffed. Both of his friends were equally fancied bang Bagas his brother, even though Bagas alone did not care too much about his two friends noisy sister.

"Hey, before the yellow janur curved in your house, the competition was still in effect. After all, Bang Bagas has not proclaimed who we choose between the two of us." Gita does not want to lose.

"What are you guys fighting about? Bang Bagas has a girlfriend, doesn't he, Ka?" ask Firda to Raka who just came home from school.

Raka who did not know anything was of course confused, but looking at the eyes of her brother who flickered richly' the flickering person could only nod his head.

Gita and Sisil both sighed in disappointment.

"New girlfriend, not yet wife, still no chance. I pray that I break up soon." said Gita into Firda's room, followed by Sisil and Firda himself.

"Fir, when we called the three of you who were you with? Why do we hear men?"

Gita looked seriously at Firda's suddenly pale face.

No, they heard. Bang Bujang anyway, his dream of playing mouth silence continues.

"Or, have you been with Hans? Why not tell us, when? How do you express your feelings."

Sisil if asked like wholesale, rich' shopping at the grocery store only.

"TV, I'm watching a movie about psychopaths."

"Really?"

Gita seemed to be in disbelief, especially when her eyes looked at the table where Firda used to put all kinds of skincare products like college children. The table looked clean, not a single piece of equipment Firda used to use.

"Well, what a lie. Uh, you guys aren't coming home?"

"Tumben ngusir, but we want to discuss the Bujang bang who married with whom. Curious about ey." Sisil.

"Tau ah, even though we plan to go home last magrib, want to see Bang Bagas." it turns out that Gita is more shameless to admit the disguised intention of coming in the afternoon.

Although both of them did not come twice in the afternoon and returned home at night, their homes were both just different roads.

Likewise with Firda, the house of Gita and Sisil is already a second home for the three of them who alternate with each other.

It's just different for this time, Bujang has advised that he packs clothes and personal items while Bujang chat with his father. So before the magrib they have returned to the abah house, or Firda want Bujang to go to the mosque with his father?

No, Firda is not ready, and I don't know when it's ready. Firda felt her impromptu marriage at best also lasted until next month, or next month again when her stomach was still flat. Then the skit will be unloaded and they are told to separate, well....

Uh, wait a minute! All harmonious housing complexes and adjoining complexes will know if Firda slanders Bujang, what about Hans's view of him?

Augh ah dizzy, what happened happened. What is important now is that Sisil and Gita have to go home first before they know Bujang is on the back porch of the house.

"We want to go to grandma's house soon, Aunt Nora wants to be proposed with her son a goat man." Firda reason origin.

Gita and Sisil both looked at Firda's calm face, both of them trying to find the truth from Firda's reason. As they recall Firda had no aunt on his father's or mother's side who was not married, or those who forgot.

"Aunty...."

"Sir Firda....Bumpetan! Magrib soon, pamali for brother."

Congratuations.

The shrill voice of Raka who had broken down saved Firda from Sisil's question.

"No, the hunt's home! Tomorrow we meet on campus, we discuss until the end of the problem bang Bagas."

Gita and Sisil looked at each other, why did he run to Bagas? Ah, nevermind. Both came home with a heavy heart.

After Firda packed her books and personal belongings, she immediately came out of the room wearing a mouth mask and sunglasses.

Father and mother until gawking saw the appearance of Firda nyeleneh, but not with Bujang. She knows, Firda must be ashamed. Wrong himself, why he dares to slander, accept the consequences.

"Fir, now you want magrib, why use it...."

"No one asked for autographs and asked for photos on the street, Buk, can be late at home."

Raka grinned to listen to her brother's reply who was pretentious.

"It's okay, Buk, maybe bring that inside. Isn't that right, baby?" Bujang blinked his eyes flirtatious to laugh, but tried to hold it.

Firda's father and mother can only smile, unlike Raka. The teenager opened his mouth wide.

Gile, just pantesan kak Firda klepek and forgot to make bang Bujang, his speech made float. But Firda's face was red.

"Yes, it's up to you! Young pregnant women are not good outside the house when it is dusk." said her mother relented.

Bujang took over Firda's luggage, so that the more perfect the charade made by Firda.

"Remember all of Dad's messages, Mish!" said Deni's father slowly before Bujang out of the house.

"God willing, Dad, we go home first, Assalamualaikum..."

"Waalaikumussalam." replied Firda's father and mother together.

"Well, Ibuk is still not willing if Firda married in this way" he said softly with a gaze still see the motor driven by Bujang almost disappeared at the end of the road.

"The way of life is not always the same as we want it to be, Buk. We pray that Hamish will make our son happy."

"Amijin,"

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