Not Just a Promise
Too Funny to Call

There are three atmosphere incorporated in the nursery of Hanifah, after the marriage contract of Rehan and Nehta.

The happy atmosphere was being felt by Hanifah, the aged woman was crying. After witnessing with his own eyes, his grandson married a woman of his choice. The same thing is felt by Haris, Azka and Arman. The difference is, the three men did not shed their tears.

While the awkwardness whack the newlyweds, because of the penghulu jokes that make them embarrassed. It was Reyhan, who kissed Nehta's forehead for too long. So the penghulu mocked him to continue later when only two in the room.

Another with Hanifah and also a newlywed couple, another with Dewi and also Rasti. The two women continued to whisper to each other, because the dowry given Reyhan was not kidding.

“Grandmother must be healthy, now Nehta and I are officially married.”

“Yes, you guys are too. Be happy. Grandma's prayer is always with you.”

“Now go home, you must be tired.” Hanifah Imbuh.

“No grandma, I'll stay here, accompany grandma.”

“Nehta. Nehta wants memenin granny here.”

Hanifah shook her head while continuing to smile. With a heavy heart, the newlyweds finally nodded in agreement. After all, there was a special nurse he paid to look after Hanifah. But before they go home, Reyhan is eager to take pictures with Hanifah and Nehta, still wearing a wedding dress he said.

“Then Nehta went home first huh nek, tomorrow morning Nehta came here again.”

“Come when you're not busy, baby.”

“Nehta Iaaaang. Thank you very much Nehta.” Nehta hugged Hanifa so tightly, she seemed heavy to leave Hanifa even if only to return home.

Not to take Nehta home, but the man took her to an apartment that was considered very luxurious.

“This apartment is yours now, if you are free, bring your things here.”

“And this, for you too.” Reyhan gave the car keys along with STNK and a black card.

“Oh yes, pin black card and this apartment our wedding date.”

Reyhan continued to talk, while Nehta was made speechless with what Reyhan gave her.

“Are you playing a real husband, Rey?”

“Why? Do you also want me to give an inner living as well?” Reyhan stepped closer towards Nehta, making the woman inching backwards.

Glug.

Nehta gulped his saliva with great difficulty, let alone Reyhan continuing to urge him to retreat further, so that his back touched the wall of the room.

“Re-Rey...!” Nehta held Reyhan's body using both of his hands.

The ringing of the cell phone coming from Reyhan's pants pocket, distracts him.

“Mandilah. I received the phone first.”

Nehta let out a long sigh while closing her eyes. Then he stared intently at the door of the room that had just closed after Reyhan came out of the room.

“Reyhan gilla.” Because he was too upset at the man whose status had become her husband.

Patience Ta, patience. Don't get carried away by emotions, surely he just wants to do you a favor! Remember who he is. It was Reyhan the ghost, who came and went missing all of a sudden. Nehta warned himself.

“But shower too?”

Just so, Nehta was surprised. Just now he said that man's attitude that was like a ghost, knew that he was already beside him. One hand gently stroked his chest to neutralize his rapidly beating heartbeat.

“You or me first, or you want ma...” Reyhan's words hung, because Nehta had already run to the bathroom.

Nehta leaned her back behind the bathroom door.

After twenty minutes, Nehta finished with her bathing ritual, but when she was about to come out, she realized that there was no change of clothes. There was only a towel, because he forgot to bring a change of clothes.

Nehta popped his head, while his body was still inside the bathroom. Feeling that Reyhan was not in the room, Nehta came out with a towel wrapped around his chest and thighs.

“Yeah, I didn't bring anything. Moreover, change clothes.” Nehta patted his own head.

But when he entered the walk in closet, half the place where the clothes were filled with women's clothes. Nehta only knew Reyhan was rich, but today he was completely aware that Reyhan was very rich.

Before his father died, Nehta also belonged to the upper class. But everything changed after Alvin died, Nehta had to work hard to support his mother and also his sister, Azka.

The choice fell on maroon-colored pajamas, with the short part of his hand and his long trousers.

Getting out of there, Nehta sees Reyhan just coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hands were busy drying his still wet hair. It is evident by water droplets falling from her hair.

Blushes.

Her cheeks suddenly frowned, as her eyes caught the sight of her husband's torn bread. Nehta turned his face the other way.

“Is there no other room, Rey?”

“Ada.” In short.

“Then I slept there.”

But just a few steps Nehta swung her legs, her hands choked by Reyhan.

“You sleep here, this is our room.” His speech was flat, but it managed to make Nehta nervous.

“I won't do anything about you, so stop thinking messum.” Reyhan took off his hand checks and then passed towards the walk in closet.

Their first night passed without anything happening, both of them fell asleep after dissolving in their respective minds.

The next morning, Nehta had just finished making breakfast for the two of them. His phone kept ringing. Nehta knew who had contacted him. Because from yesterday, he accidentally turned off his phone.

I can't keep ignoring, Gibran. He must be worried. Anyway, I should tell him immediately about this marriage. Inner Nehta.

“Ha-hallo, Gibran.”

“Gosh. Baby, where are you going? From yesterday your phone is very difficult to contact, my message also you do not reply. Are you all right?” Gibran's tone of voice clearly sounded worried.

“Sorry, yesterday my phone ran out of power. I'm fine, Gibran. Oh yeah, how was your shooting yesterday? Smoothly?”

“Thank God you're all right, baby. My work is good. But I miss you.”

“Emm... Gibran, can we meet you? Someone wants me to take it to you.” His hands were free, scrimping the ends of his clothes while looking down.

“Sore how later? Home shooting, we meet at the usual place.”

“Hmm. See you later.”

Nehta decided on his call with Gibran. He breathed a rough breath.

It was customary for Reyhan, to come and go without a sound. Nehta had been friends with Reyhan for a long time, but it did not get Nehta used to it. Nehta was still surprised by Reyhan's presence beside her.

Casually, the man sat down at the dinner table, listening to Nehta on the phone with Gibran.

“Can't you behave like a human being, Rey?”

“You alone are too busy calling with your girlfriend it.” Answer Rey stupid.

The two ate in silence, there was only the sound of the clanking of the spoon clashing with the plate.