Flocking Payment
CHAPTER 39 - All For the Sake of Ameera

The part that Ameera liked the most each time with Cakra was the end of the meeting. No other and no, what Ameera meant was separation. How else, where might Cakra stay at Abah Asep's house tonight.

After spending quite a long time and the two became more intense on the way home, in the afternoon Cakra and his two friends came back home.

"Can't really be delayed? Can you go home tomorrow?" Ameera throttled, as if Cakra's insincere passing away.

The chakra that Ameera had expected would act like that only revealed her smile. "Tomorrow I come again, Ra," Cakra assured.

Actually, when he arrived at Abah Asep's residence, the man did not go straight home. Until the afternoon Cakra was still there, certainly not as free as in the city. There was Abah Asep and Mahendra's sharp gaze that watched him to make their space was very limited, even Ameera could only monitor the lover from a distance.

Cakra's promise did not immediately make his heart melt, Ameera suddenly linked her little fingers and forced Cakra to return bound by his unilateral agreement. "really right? What if I lie? I burned your house, right?" ameera asked immediately making Cakra's eyes perfectly round.

Not only Cakra, but Yusuf and Hasan are also the same. There-there was, getting used to the woman in the village who was gentle and not as brave as Ameera made the three young men shake their heads.

"Well, don't you, if the house is burned down, where will we live? Hm? He said he wanted Rasain to live in the village, when he was hitchhiking at Abah's house?" Not running out of words, Cakra actually responded to Ameera's words with a joking flutter.

Not in vain, it succeeded in creating a phantom redness on Ameera's face. When on the way Ameera expressed his desire to live together with Cakra in the village on the grounds that he was too comfortable.

Cakra who heard it clearly considers his speech as prayer, clearly proven to this day he still continues to remember the words of Ameera. "I go home, the medicine do not forget... if you sleep turn off the lights," said Cakra disperse the reverie Ameera.

He gasped, recalling that Cakra had peeked at him that night, it was obvious Ameera was embarrassed to realize that her madness was witnessed directly by Cakra's eyes. "One more time, wear long clothes and do not raise your legs on the wall" added Cakra who ended up punching on his arm.

Not without reason Ameera to play hands, Joseph and Hasan who sat behind Cakra is the reason. In front of the two, Cakra may reveal the disgrace of Ameera who since the first he guarded. "Cakra is that? Temen you are horrified," grumbled Ameera with lips that are now advancing several centi.

Instead of panicking, Cakra just relax. "Liet, they don't understand," Cakra's timpal must have lied, deliberately saying so for Ameera to believe.

Ameera believe? Obviously not, he just made sure of himself and asked Cakra's two friends. Funnily enough, both Joseph and Hasan seemed to understand what was happening and as a friend obviously he would support Cakra.

If Ameera has a pretend style of forgetting, her opponent this time also has a mainstay style, namely the pretend style of stupid. The two looked confused and whispered to each other in Sundanese, as if they were asking Cakra for an explanation of Ameera's question.

"Tuh, asked back to them 'Seteh by what?' so he said," said Cakra with the most convincing face that then creates a smile full of relief on Ameera's face.

"Jawab, they're nanya, Ra," Cakra said later.

Ameera, who is not aware at all if she is being fooled here, thinks hard and prepares to answer the questions of Joseph and Hasan. "Ehm .. no, no naon-naon," he answered relying only on the vocabulary in his head.

Trouble all three held back laughter, even the lips of Cakra until it hurt just because it bit the lips so as not to make Ameera offended later. Not bad, at least he had some effort and tried to appreciate the two friends of Cakra who he thought did not understand his words. In fact, last night they had time to share knowledge with Mahendra and their communication is very good of course.

"Well, I'm home."

"My Ameera is very funny," cried Cakra deliberately so that Joseph and Hasan who yesterday thought he fantasized could hear Cakra's confession.

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As he said to Ameera, tomorrow morning he can only come, in other words tonight Cakra will go elsewhere. Not only did Ameera say that, but so did Joseph.

Cakra said tonight he would not be keeping watch at Abah Asep's house like the night before. Of course it was not immediately Yusuf isyakan when Cakra refused even though it was deliberately picked up to his home.

"Where were you going, sister?" Not without reason Yusuf asked, but seeing Cakra who was ready with his motorbike and full clothes made Joseph look at Cakra suspiciously.

As usual, Cakra who could sense Joseph's suspicions only let out a long sigh. "There is business, put my future wife yes," said Cakra while winking.

Finished making Yusuf sigh long and forced to nod, Cakra propelled his motorcycle forward. Cakra's motor voice confirms how fast the man is going, even if it goes behind him it is likely to catch a cold.

There is no reason for Cakra's departure other than Ameera, all for Ameera's sake, as well as tonight's. Cakra was so focused on driving to the destination that he had agreed. Without anyone knowing, even Ameera did not know that last night, precisely after they dated Cakra was agreeing on a deal that he did to restore Ameera's smile.

A smile lost after losing his favorite phone. Cakra's jaw hardened, his eyes staring intently at someone who was waiting on the bridge connecting the village. Without further ado, Cakra got off the motor and approached the man with his firm steps.

"Where's the money?"

"The thing is," said Cakra with a chest, he would not give the money he asked for before Ameera's phone fell into his hands.

As expected, the thin mustachioed man chuckled, looking down on Cakra and exhaling the cigarette smoke towards Cakra. "Great also you, Cak, wander to Jakarta can be a famous artist, the son of the rich and also powerful .. but dear, old maid," said the man looking relaxed who managed to make Cakra rise in blood.

He is offended, even if it is a fact, but Cakra hates anyone who insults Ameera the most. He who had been angry from the beginning, thoughtlessly took out the dagger he had prepared, even deliberately sharpened many times before he went to this place.

"Eits? Isn't our deal like this?"

"Just like Ameera who was wounded, then you should be the same, asshole!!"

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- To Be Continued