Gaje
The Part 34

Jasmin seems to have forgotten his original purpose of marrying Haris. Marrying Haris was meant to stay close to Surya, as well as Haris marrying Jasmin was his main reason for staying close to Airin.

But what's going on now? Their destination seemed increasingly blurred and dark. Jasmin actually now looks very excited to prepare all the needs of the baby in the stomach of Airin.

This afternoon will be held the four-monthly thanksgiving procession of Airin's pregnancy, because Surya still has Javanese ancestry and Airin has Sundanese blood, the procession must be so thick with customs and cultures that are adopted by their respective birth areas.

Of course not Surya or Airin but their om and aunt candidates are also busy, grandparents and. Who else if not Jasmin, Haris, Hani and Dimas, also Fany and Jordan.

Airin has dressed pretty wearing typical Javanese pregnant women kebaya, her face decorated with thin makeup and her shoulders covered by fresh wicker jasmine flowers. On the side there are Jasmin and Surya who talk about four-monthly customs.

"Duh, soon again I became a aunt. not feeling yes Kak, it's four months already."

Airin replied to Jasmin with a smile. "Yes Alhamdulillah, now it is also not feeling nausea, Min."

"You dong, when will you follow. Let's get ready for your four-monthly event" Surya told Jasmin.

Jasmin smiled slightly. "Oh, Jasmin mah-ntar. Ehehehe, haven't panted so mami-mami yet" Jasmin replied timidly.

"Biarin Min, if you wait ready or not, until anytime you will not be ready. Look, Haris is still a kid, right? Maybe if you have kids or you're pregnant. Haris can turn into a bit of an adult or a father." Airin pointed to Haris who was seen playing the car with the remote control with his aunt Sunny who was still in SD.

Jasmin sighed, dizzy when Haris mah thought.

"Ah. haha.. yes yes, yes...."

Because talking about Haris and the child, Jasmin finally stepped away from the terrace which was used as a place for four months later, the girl decided to help the kitchen or welcome relatives who came. However,

"Min..," called Hani who had just emerged from the kitchen.

"Why, Mi?"

Hani massaged his forehead. "Buy mami paracetamol dong to the pharmacy, the same buyin 4 young coconut seeds."

"Huh? Miii's... Jasmin can not bring a motorbike or a car," complained Jasmin with a lazy face ogah-ogahan.

Hani glared at her daughter irritated. "Masha Allah, there will be your husband, for what good is Haris if you go everywhere yourself. Ask for anther."

"Mii... But...." Jasmin was about to refuse, but Hani seemed to be struggling with the kitchen work as well as guests who would arrive.

"Jude, where's the money?" Jasmin raised his hand.

"Pake your money first, then mami change when you finish the event."

Jasmin was forced to use his own money to buy four coconuts and paracetamol for Hani. Whatever, Jasmin looks like he'll be ordering ojol to go to the nearest young coconutist even though Jasmin doesn't know where the young coconuts are.

Haris came, they briefly passed each other, but did not try to stare at each other for a long time, only two seconds their eyes flashed and the rest they pretended not to know each other.

"Ris.. Anterin Jasmin gih to the same young coconut artisan to the pharmacy."

Hani's voice was heard by Jasmin who had just arrived at the doorway.

"Eh? What do coconuts do, Mi?” asked Haris confused and somewhat nervous, occasionally the guy also glanced towards Jasmin who was silent in his place.

"Make a seven-teen race."

"Lah Mih, this is only the month of March when seven dozen. Mommy mabok this?" Hani twisting lazy eyeball. "And your brother Airin wants four months. We do not have young coconuts for customary processions. Sana gih anterin, Kasian Jasmin daritadi no chatter."

Haris bit his lower lip, the guy immediately grabbed the helmet he used to put on top of the living room closet.

Jasmin seemed to be waiting on the front porch of the house while playing his HP which had nothing to look at.

"Let's go... Where do you buy coconuts?" ask Haris after successfully wearing his helmet. Exactly like a motorcycle taxi driver.

"Ehhh, where have you been. You know that coconut iceman that was on our SD deck first?“

"Ouh get there. Okay." Okay." Haris walks ahead of Jasmin to get on his bike. However, Haris's move is stopped by Fany carrying the car keys.

"Hunn... Min... would you like to buy a coconut with a motor?"

"Ck what the hell again," said Haris annoyed at not going away too.

"Yes Ma" replied Haris and Jasmin almost in unison.

"Nih use the car. Buying coconut and using a motor. Who will bring his cat. Kan heavy. Time wants Jasmin to bring it."

"Oh yes actually Ma.. here is the key.” Jasmin accepted it gladly, and Haris could not argue because she was also a typical child obedient to parental orders.

As a result, they finally boarded Jordan's car, Jasmin sat beside the wheel and Haris prepared to drive.

"Lu want to drive while wearing a helmet, Ris?" jasmin said when she saw her husband wearing a full-face helmet and preparing to stand in the car.

Haris just realized, it seems very awkward and embarrassed to face Jasmin.

"Oh. Haha..I forgot," he said with a crisp laugh.

Jasmin immediately turned his face when Haris took off his helmet and put the helmet on the back of the car.

Haris drove the car at medium speed, Haris driving ability is also not bad it can be said that Haris is very smooth driving any vehicle. Starting from two wheels to sixteen wheels.

There was no conversation between the two at the time, only Haris focused on driving and Jasmin looked at each side of the road to buy young coconuts.

"Well, our SD first yes.“ Haris pulled the car to the side of the road and found a young coconut ice kiosk just two meters away from his parked car.

"There really is a mother." Jasmin got out of the car and so did Haris.

Haris who often hangs out at school used to feel nostalgic again, the stall as well as Jasmin who often waits to be picked up by his mother after school often wait at this ice stall. Nothing had changed there at all, only the merchant was getting older.

"We used to use ice here. Sampe cough yes," commented Jasmin on Haris who was sitting on a long bench.

"Heem... How many years is it?"

"There's a 12-year-old that's too late."

"Yes your days are still members of the pink sprinkle." Haris chuckles, remembering the name of the gang SD Jasmin first named sprinkle pink.

"Alah you also used to enter the gang the same as Sister Baek, what the hell is the name of the gang I forgot. You made a screen printing t-shirt."

"Ah I inget, gang of millennial slaves.wkwk, very tacky you," added Jasmin did not want to be less mocking Haris.

"Tea... A, this is the sheep is packed," said the mother who sells coconut ice to Jasmin and Haris.

"OKAY. Noahun Mang, so sabaraha?"

"50 stews, A."

Haris paid him with 100 thousand rupiah. Mom wants to return the change.

"Mang, don't go. I parked here, this is also my hangout in SD first."

"Oh really, A? Yaudah or nohun. I added two more. Count the bonus."

Jasmin looked at it with a faint smile. 'Haris can be a good person too. I guess she's still a bitch.'