Pamite
63. Lover Last night

"Where are you going? These nights.l like to come out who?" cerca Jaka saw Dara putting up her shoes on the porch.

"You're out for a second with a friend, Bang. Time can't," murmured Dara.

"It's not okay, it's night. It's not good for women like you to go out at night like this."

"What night, anyway? It's just finished Maghrib, Bang," Dara's protest was upset.

"Mas, don't be too curbing. Love him trust too. Dara is an adult, she can take care of herself. Besides, let him learn to take care of himself, too" said Ayu.

Dara who felt a breath of fresh air hugged the anxiety on the woman who was going to be her sister-in-law in a moment.

"Thank you, yes Ma'am. You are the best." Dara took off her arms while holding her thumb and index finger together to form a love that is often exhibited by young people.

"Abang interra, you will not give permission if you go on a motorcycle alone." Jaka stood up and prepared to take the car keys.

"No need, brother," cried Dara annoyed. "I met a friend of Deket here. At the diner end there, I can be alone."

Jaka was about to answer, but Ayu's hand suddenly touched his. The woman shook her head as if giving a code to Jaka not to worry about Dara.

Jaka finally sat back down half-heartedly. Staring at Dara who sinlessly took out his motor from inside the house.

"Before nine o'clock should be home already. Otherwise, Brother will never permit you to go out at night," threatened Jaka firmly.

"Yes, my dear brother. Nine o'clock at night, bye Assalamu'alaikum," cried Dara as he put forward his motorbike.

"Getishalight."

"Don't take Dara as a child, Mas. If treated like that, he will not be open to you. He harbors his own feelings. A small example when you forbid Dara to work, even though she feels she is capable of doing that. Finally he's hiding out looking for his own money, right? And he proves what you're worried about isn't happening. College is still the way, money is also the way, learning is not disturbing. You should have learned from that."

Jaka seemed to think about what his future wife said, then nodded his head in agreement.

"But this is different."

"What's different? The point is both to give trust. Trust me everything will be fine." Ayu held Jaka's hand to feel calmer and not think excessively.

Cup

One successful kiss landed on the back of Ayu's hand. "Thank you, it opened my mind. I'm lucky to have you" he said sincerely and with a loving look.

***

Rifki's been waiting for Dara since a few minutes ago. He waited in a huff because he was worried that Dara could not get out of the house. However, the man's worries simply faded away when he saw the motor that was doing approaching him.

"Thank God, you have come at last. Kirain could not come" Rifki said, expressing his relief.

Not long after, the girl appeared to walk gracefully towards the highway. I don't know where Rifki is walking to the edge of the road and helping to cross Dara.

They look at each other for a moment, Dara looks so beautiful with the yellow dress patterned flower. Not seeing the faces of the children from Dara, she already looks like a mature woman.

"Come, Brother. Wait especially? At nine o'clock I should've been home" Dara protested.

Not much to say anymore, Rifki opened the car door for the girl who will be her lover last night. Not much conversation along the way. Just a few times they threw questions at each other.

"So I should've picked you up at home, Ra. Let Jaka also not worry if he knows the same goes me. I feel like a loser who takes girls people meet on the side of the road and keeps dating."

"Kan, I told you, Brother. It's not that easy, Bang Jaka is very protective with me. Kan, you yourself said that this is very urgent, you need me really, if Bang Jaka permission is the same as wasting time. Bang Jaka never gave me permission to have a close relationship with any man before I graduated college. That's why I myself also limit my association with the opposite sex" explained Dara.

"But why would you help me? Why would you lie for me?" search Rifki.

"Yes back on the road again, I want to go home, not thank you even the nanya that not. Don't forget you yourself who came to the house and beg. Know that I just recorded it so as not arbitrarily," sumpul Dara jutek.

"Yes that's not what I meant. I feel so special that you lie for me" Rifki said confidently.

"Don't forget, there's a fee for this, right. I'm not doing this for free, it means you're not special. Wlee," Dara stuck out her tongue.

Instead of being upset, Rifki laughed softly with Dara's taunts. This is not free. Rifki will have to pay Dara time tonight by buying it on Sunday. Buy and give whatever Dara asks.

"All right! I'll help you, but there's a condition. Any deal I want on Sunday. You know, right? Soon Bang Jaka and Mbak Ayu will be married. It is clear that the pocket money from Bang Jaka will be reduced or I will not be given money. So, yes I want Sunday tomorrow treat me to eat, buy snacks and buy college interests." Dara changed her facial expression then placed her chin on top of her right palm. "I'm like a matre woman, then," thought Dara weighing.

"No!" answer Rifki quickly. "You helped me twice, it's only natural that if you ask for something, it's okay for me. I'll take you out on a Sunday walk. Your request is nothing with the help you love. You saved my life indirectly."

"Don't overdo it, Brother."

"I'm not exaggerating, how about we become friends now," Rifki bargained down her eyebrows.

They finally decided to become friends.

After a long time splitting the road, they arrive at the restaurant where Rifki and his friends make an appointment.

"What?" dara asked puzzledly when she saw Rifki bend her left hand slightly.

"Include your hands here. Have you ever seen a man go out? You've seen two street lovers, haven't you?" answer Rifki growled.

"But we are pretending. True time of the hand?" Dara didn't take it.

"Jeez, my dear Dara. Do we have to explain that we're on a charade with my friends? We play the role of lovers, so we have to behave like lovers. Got it? So if at any time I call my dear, don't protest. Ok." Rifki took Dara's right hand and wrapped it around her left arm.

They walk like lovers drunk in love. The two humans who were playing the show were feeling the same feeling.Their hearts both felt like they were going to get out of place and explode so fast that their hearts were beating.