ICHA Is My Wife
The arrival of Afdhal

In the airport a young, handsome man with white skin on his body, cradled his suitcase here and there. His eyes were constantly winding around him and looking for a figure that would take him away from this place.

"Where did not come" the man complained as he wiped his forehead with his long sleeves and glanced at the circular watch at his hand.

The rising sun made the air heat up and sweat began to spill from all over the man's body but, the person sought remained unflagging.

Finally, the man named Afdal Hotmadia was sitting his seat in one of the chairs near him and compartmentalized his cellphone. The first call was to Irwan.

Hearing the sound of his cell phone ringing made Irwan sleep disturbed. He continued to gnaw his hands on the table to find the sound object with his eyes still closed. After finding his phone instead of lifting, Irwan even shrank the volume of his voice without paying attention to the name listed and returned to sleep soundly when someone disturbed him.

Afdhal continued to repeat his call hoping that the person he was in contact with would immediately pick him up and talk to him. However, his efforts did not produce results, Irwan still did not lift it.

Afdhal also tried to contact his mother, Rita, who was being handled by women who would beautify her, letting her phone continue to make noises from inside her bag. The woman actually became to hear the ringing of her phone, In a position to fall asleep and both eyes are covered by cucumber and the face that is being held by people and also the existence of her bag which is quite far from its place, made Rita let it sound.

The second call also did not give any results, finally Afdhal called Ramli's number and his business this time did not laugh at him because his father was picking up the phone from him.

"Is there a Dhal?" ask Ramli when the phone is connected. The man seemed troubled by the various files of his crutches and tidied up the sheets of paper on his desk.

"I've been at Pa Airport" Afdhal replied

"You called Bg Irwan to pick you up" Ramli replied casually. Now he is sitting in his seat of authority with his hands being preoccupied not signing the file file that will be in the percentasekan.

"I've connected Pa but, Bg Irwan ngk lift"

"Maybe he's still sleeping"

"So, how am I Pa?"

"Mama, have you connected?"

"Already Pa, the same ngk lifted"

"Then you go home by taxi online, Papa still has a lot of work to do today" Ramli said, turning off his phone unilaterally without the consent of his son.

Afdhal stared at the screen of his cell phone with annoyance at the usual people of his house, none of whom could pick him up. After a long sigh finally, the man left his seat and carried his suitcase out of the airport.

Surrounded by the highway with a suitcase that can not be separated from his grasp, the man tried to find a vehicle online but, his phone died due to running out of power, he said, Afdhal glanced to the left right to look for public transportation that passed in front of him but there was no taxi that passed, since only angkot and bus that appeared in front of him.

As sunlight burned his head and sweat began to pour, Afdhal saw the watch attached to his bracelet, it was not thirty minutes or another hour that he waited but he had been standing for three more hours in this place.

After considering it and feeling tired, Afdal finally stopped the passing bajaj in front of him. This is the first and first time for him to ride a vehicle like this.

"Bg, Bg stop" call Afdhal by the hand that gives the stop code to the bajaj.

"Keren doang, bajaj vehicle" he said, staring intently at Afdhal with his right hand holding his steering wheel in a tilted position facing the young man in front of him.

"What if Bajaj sir?" ask Afdal who does not like the words of the Father.

"Let's look cool with a girl when the original kere" said the father is now turning his body and wearing his work hat and preparing to run his vehicle.

"Father knows" replied Afdhal. Because it has no other choice by having Afdhal enter the bajaj butut Bapak while lifting his suitcase into the same.

"Young people today are not anyone who is good at choosing a partner, If the boyfriend does not accept you kere ya break up aja, why be retained" said the Father tampa sin while passing his bajaj.

"Sir, I'm not a rich ass"

"Easy! Young people are difficult to tell" said the father denied the words of Afdhal who had not finished talking.

"Where are you coming down?" he asked after a few minutes of silence between the two.

"Makanya, Father do not be too advising me to forget where I went down" upset Afdal.

"You just answer the hard"

Afdhal was made to stick with the answer of the Father he was riding, maybe this is the first for him to meet a seller of services or goods that do not treat customers well.

Upon arrival in front of a large and magnificent building, Mr. Bajaj was surrounded by the scenery in front of him, it turns out that the person he was carrying was not, a wealthy person but really really twisted tajir. He glanced at Afdhal and then looked back at the house where the boy lived.

"How, Sir?" tanya Afdal folded her hands and placed them on her chest, with eyebrows that rose next to and down from inside the bajaj.

"Sorry, I was wrong"

"Alright, next time don't judge people with one eye, let alone not hear the reason"

"Yes young man, I'm sorry" replied the old man.

Without prolonging the debate, Afdal gave some of the fifties money to the Father, but because he was embarrassed that the Father did not want to accept it and felt bad for Afdal, the man he advised.

"No need to pay, just consider an apology from me" replied the father bowed.

"But, Bajaj you also use gasoline purchased with money"

"I'm sincere" replied the old man back into his bajaj and left the yard of Afdhal's house.

Because the money did not come out, Afdhal put the money back into his pocket and entered his luxurious house.