If Tomorrow Never Come
Chapter 36. Streets

That morning after arriving in town B and dropping off his belongings at the hotel where he was staying, Reza immediately went to the location of Galuh's uncle's house. He already pocketed his address after previously contacting Rika and heard directly about the disaster that happened to their home.

In the middle of the conversation, Reza had asked if Galuh her brother had arrived there. But Rika answered not knowing, because at that time she was at work and her brother had not contacted her.

“You where, yank. I'm here, you haven't heard yet. Forgot the way home?” Reza exhaled heavily, repeatedly contacting Galuh but the number was off.

After the taxi that took her arrived at the intended address, Reza immediately got off and was stunned to find a middle-aged woman sitting alone on the porch of the house with a sad face. His heart suddenly trembled back, remembering the conversation earlier with Galuh's sister who told him about the condition of his mother who was shocked after the disaster that hit their home.

Without any intention of surprise, Reza said hello and introduced himself as a close friend of Galuh. Had not believed because Reza came alone without Galuh, but Reza managed to convince her future father-in-law by contacting Rika again.

“Alhamdulillah, finally come too. Unfortunately the situation is like this, our house was destroyed by a storm and now we live temporarily in the family home.” Mama greeted Reza's hand that kissed the back of her hand by patting her shoulder back.

Reza also met with Uncle Hardi who was going out of the house looking for materials for home improvement, and talked for a moment.

“Then waiting for Galuh's arrival, how about Mom allow me to look around the house. Said Rika, the location is not far from where uncle lived.” Reza asked for permission to see the house and mom agreed and asked to participate.

“Then Pian hanyar haja bulik matan there, Kak ai. Is it a youyuh?” uncle Hardi said as his mother bailed to see his house back with Reza. (When you just got home from there, aren't you tired?)

“Cada uyuh pang, there is the Reza starting. Who knows what to do Galuh's opponent there,” replied mama. (Not tired, Reza accompanied. Who knows if I'll see Galuh there)

“Begamatan haja kak lah, you pian still lamah it.” Uncle Hardi then told Reza to be careful to lead mama. (Slow down, brother, the body is still weak)

In just under twenty minutes they arrived at the scene, and were stunned to find a large suitcase lying on the doorstep. Mama who recognized his daughter's suitcase immediately opened the door and right as she expected, Galuh was in there.

After talking with Galuh and Reza who promised to help repair his house, mama was willing to be invited back to Uncle Hardi's house because it was dangerous if lingering in the house. Lots of broken here and there, the floor of the house made of boards is also a lot of broken.

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Reza stared in disbelief at the two-wheeled object that was in front of him, it looked very sad.

The gurat extends here and there along the seat, like a cat's claw. The handlebar of the motor only leaves a round iron along the palm of the hand without a cover. Not to mention the exhaust which when the engine is turned on sounds like the sound of a can falling.

“Yank, no other choice. The clear rada is the model. Uncle Hardi's time does not have a motor?”

“No. Uncle's motor has long been sold!” reply Galuh fierce, “It could be minjam same neighbor back home.”

“Seriously, we travel around this motorbike ride village?” reza asked Galuh, who walked casually while holding a helmet in his hand. He himself was wearing a helmet on his head.

“Iya,” Galuh replied lightly while handing the helmet in his hand to Reza. “Emang why?”

“Surely this motor will not strike? Fear later at the red light on the auto parts, release one-on-one.” Reza pointed to the exhaust of the motor that continues to vibrate like it would be released when the engine is heated.

“Ish, rest assured. This motor looks chaotic, the engine is still good!” galuh Sahut. “Come on the hunt wearing his helmet, hot afternoon hunt!”

“Hueekk!” Reza immediately turned his face away, put away the helmet in his hand and gave it to Galuh again. “Mending don't pack!” add it again while covering the nose with his index finger.

Reza shook his head, then removed the helmet Galuh was wearing. “I used your own. Gapapa no glass, the important thing is still there fragrance of your hair.”

Galuh grimaced to hear him, he opened his bag and took out a black hat from inside there and immediately put it on then overlaid it with a helmet in his hand. “Can't be much protest. Emergency situation like gini, just wear the existing”

Reza pinched his lips, “Mending is not wearing all of them.”

Inevitably Galuh laughs to see the ungodly look Reza showed him, “Yes already, we will buy outside if you want a new one. Gapapa also has a new helmet first, the bike is nyicil later.”

“Ish, gemes. So want tium's lips,” said Reza embracing Galuh's neck and reddening his lips.

“No need to macem-macem!” Galuh pushed Reza's face away, his heart immediately pounded. “Abang who brought his motor.”

Reza chuckled, he immediately climbed on the bike and Galuh hugged behind him. “Current handle, Yank. I'm speeding it!”

“No need to speed, ntar if they really are a danger motor. Can ask for a new replacement ntar who have,” Galuh replied half shouting.

Reza really took it fast, and Galuh shouted while closing his eyes as the bike carrying the two of them passed a sharp derivative. Kontan Galuh clutched tightly Reza's waist, his soft chest clinging to the hard back of the man who smiled triumphantly.

“True you said, Yank. The engine of this motor is still good, the exhaust is doang that must be replaced. Noisy!” Reza cupped Galuh's hand on her waist and held it all the way down.

Arriving on the flat road, Reza slowed down the speed of his motorbike. Galuh let go of his arms, and distanced his body. His hand immediately patted hard on Reza's shoulder. “Abang intentionally yes, choose the derived road earlier. Though it can pass the alley next door.”

“Dih, where do I know the road area here. Just nyampe this morning, go straight to the road. It was also remembered when the taxi was delivered to the uncle's house,” said Reza.

“Choose, basic mode!”

“Hahaha.” Reza chuckles.

“Laughter!”

“Crying time, yank?” Reza turned his face, and almost their noses touched because Galuh was also turning his face. “Now we are on which way, nih. You are the guide.”

“Iyaa.” Galuh answered quickly.

“We fill the gas first, yes.” Reza directs his motor to the gas station across the street.

Along the way, the two talked a lot about Galuh's birthplace. It seems that not too long ago Galuh returned to his village. A lot of changes that occurred, especially the means of the city road they passed through have been expanded and repaired until now it looks smooth and smooth.

For almost two hours Galuh and Reza drove around the city on the motorbike they drove, walking after finding an inn that suits Reza's wishes.

Although from the outside it looks simple but when viewed into the inn it is very clean and the facilities are quite complete and cheap for the pocket of a Reza. And certainly the distance is quite close to the house Galuh to be repaired, also many food vendors around the place. Until his men do not have to bother thinking about food.

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