First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
9. Meet the Rose and Her Husband

Firda continued to look at the closed door, where Bujang had just come out. No, he didn't know how Bujang's true character was, so he hadn't dared to be honest yet.

Just yesterday he suddenly got married just because of a challenge with the lure of expensive mobile phones that are now even being confiscated by Bujang.

Why is he so stupid to follow the challenge Sisil gave.

To get married is not only about the heart and the material, but also about many people. And many good names of people who have no sin to him are hurt and disappointed, and his good name is tarnished because of the frown of the three of them.

Not only he who can play the drama said pretend to be pregnant, even Bujang himself is also smart to play the drama by calling affection to him in front of his parents.

Did he dare to be frank with Bujang by saying, if the phone is a gift from him who won because it has succeeded in thwarting Bujang's marriage.

What did Bujang say? He could then kill himself, and so did his father and mother. Then Abah, umi and the people...

Firda shook his head, dramatizing the situation.

Late morning prayers because his head was asleep with water, now it was forced to njai until his voice was hoarse. Especially if you know how he could have an expensive phone.

No, Firda doesn't dare. Want to tell her mother that she is not pregnant, all just lies she still thinks how to say it. Especially this.

Aaaarrgh....Firda covered his face with a pillow, annoyed and regretful of mingling into one.

Bujang's accusation that said he was a campus chicken has made him offended, why not just campus duck? It's more expensive.

Already heard the Adhan isya, only Bujang entered the room. Firda is still loyal to the wrapping of the mukena he wore earlier, but dear...He actually slept comfortably while hugging the bolster.

Bujang so do not understand, how the hell is in the mind of the girl?

If other people might not be able to sleep all night because of the room with a man he does not know, eee he has twice slept soundly in the room Bujang.

Uh, wait a minute! Three times dong, this afternoon was already booby together. Hehe....Just not doing anything.

"Fir, Firda, get up, let's pray! That's what we just ate." Bujang slightly softened his voice, pity him too if he continuously raised his voice at Firda.

Firda immediately opened his eyes, fortunately she was not the type of kebluk girl (Hallah, what language is this.) that was difficult to wake up when he was asleep.

"Bang, my phone."

Bujang.

"Take another wudhu, we pray!"

The tail of the bachelor's eye sent Firda to the bathroom. By opening the door a little because of annoyance, while stomping his feet to the floor Firda entered also into the bathroom.

The image of teenagers today, life will feel empty if there is no cell phone.

After finishing praying together, Bujang invited him to eat but Firda did not want to, he wanted his phone to eat.

"Don't threaten Brother, it won't be affected. If you have a stomachache for not eating, then you feel it yourself. At least also taken to the hospital, after that it will know everyone if you are not pregnant. Finish your history," said Bujang nakut-nakutin.

Firda had no other choice but to follow all Bujang said.

Like the task of the wife alone must prepare a meal, fortunately not told to cook.

Firda only took two plates, two cups and two spoons. Then open the hood, but empty. There is only a writing that sounds like you are eating out...Umi did not cook.

Bujang raised his eyebrows reading the writing that Bujang knew was his brother's writing.

Did Abah and Umi do this on purpose?

Bujang glanced towards Firda who was also staring at him.

"What do you want to eat? Tome-blok?"

Firda immediately shook his head, he already knew. If you nod surely he was told to go to the kitchen, no ah, he was no longer in the mood to go kitcheny. His feelings are fucked.

"Order it, Bang!"

"No, expensive." replied Bujang casually.

Firda glared, did not expect that it turned out that besides Bujang was old it was stingy too.

"We're out" asked Bujang

Without waiting for an answer from Firda, Bujang pulled out to take out the motorcycle.

Bujang deliberately did that, wanting to know how Firda's reaction came out with him.

His stomach was rumbling, indicating that some worms in his stomach had fainted due to waiting for the dinner rations that had not come. So where might Firda survive not want to be taken out.

Firda just sat behind the motorbike driven by Bujang, Bujang just smiled faintly looking at Firda who looked indifferent.

If this afternoon he was going to cover his face with a mask and glasses, now he is not. Maybe because of the night.

Bujang turned his bike to a catfish pecel stall not too far from their housing, but good luck was not on Firda's side, there was Hans there.

"What's wrong?"

"We're moving somewhere else."

"Why? You don't like to eat this."

"Didn't you?"

"Continue,"

"I don't eat picky, I eat everything. I can eat, just not here."

Does that mean you can eat me? Does he know what his words mean?

Bujang was about to look into whether there was a noisy friend this afternoon, but Firda had already pulled Bujang's hand back to stay away.

"Come, Bang! We eat meatballs or whatever, which is important not here."

Firda's getting stronger just pulling Bujang's hand.

Cie... Hold hands hold Fir.

Bujang could only jerk his breath roughly following Firda's will.

They turned to catfish seller Tek Lela which is not far from where the catfish pecel seller was.

"Well, we'll come back to Dad's house again!" take Firda while chewing food.

"Well? We just got back from there this afternoon. Back to dad's house, can get old on your way."

Firda.

Old man, not me.

"Tomorrow I want to go to college, I forgot to ask my mother if I haven't been given money weekly."

Bujang raised his eyebrows.

Just say ask for money? Wear muter-muter.

"How many times have you been in love?"

"Kepo, can't know. It's domestic business."

Bujang immediately flicked Firda's forehead.

"Bring your husband, did you forget? You want to embarrass me how many times if you still ask your mom for money?"

Firda flinched, he forgot his status.

Yes, Alloh....Dreams that I'm this old are married, dating never. Still just had a crush, it was also still gray.

"So you want to give me money? Really?"

"You think?"

both of Firda's eyes immediately sparkled, a naughty idea popped up in his head.

Firda raised his two palms by stretching out his ten fingers.

Bujang back to the head of Firda.

"You want to cheat on your own husband! Sins. Tuh, the country you tricked, let's go to the prodeo hotel, will you? Can be more ngetop you." said Bujang angrily pointed to Jidat Firda slowly and then woke up from his seat to pay for the food they eat.

Just now Bujang wanted to stater his motorbike, Mawar and her husband came and parked his motorbike right next to Bujang's motorbike. Bujang to hold his breath because his chest rumbled violently.

"Thank you for the party you prepared for us, Jang." - Mawar's husband sneered gently on Bujang's shoulder.

Bujang could only close his eyes for a moment holding the pain in his heart, he glanced at Firda who could only lower her head.

All the way home, neither of them opened their mouths.

Arriving in front of the house when Bujang had opened the door of the house, only he knew that Firda's eyes had been wet.

"Sorry, Bang! I don't think it's like this, I...."

"Not crying! Later if the neighbors see he said Brother KDRT with you, let's go in! That's Abah same Umi's gone home, wash your face quickly!" utah Bujang saw the car he usually uses entering the yard of the house.

Firda immediately ran into the room.

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