Pamite
67. Modus

"Dear, I want more. Don't get out of here." Jaka tightened his opener.

The newlyweds are still hiding under the covers. Still enjoying the unification of the body that somehow ends. Mareka felt that she had just closed her eyes, but the dawn made them wake up again.

"Mas, I have to get up to make the kids breakfast." Ayu tried to take off Jaka's hand that was still hanging in her stomach.

"Wait a minute, honey. Let me cook for them. The twins are with Anin at Mom's house. Later you tell Alif to eat there too," replied Jaka still closed his eyes while tightening his arms. 

"You don't bother me keep going, ah."

Ayu tried to sit down and lean her body on the head of the bed.

"Mas, do you want another child?" ask Ayu suddenly.

Jaka looked up, then he put his head on his wife's lap. Drown his head in the stomach and wrap his hands along Ayu's waist. Jaka looks spoiled after becoming her husband. It was beyond a doubt Ayu.

"Our children are many. I don't ask any more children to you. But if God loves us again, yes, our time is rejected. Live it, in love Alhamdulillah, no problem either."

Ayu nodded with a smile.

"Yes, just step aside. I'm going to take a shower, it's time to pray."

Hearing the word bath made Jaka sit for a moment. "Follow, let's be quick, '" said the spirit.

"It's not over if it's together, Mas. Alone, man... Au, mas alurin, ah. Alif will wake up." Ayu thrashed when Jaka took her to the sling. Jaka did not bother him, he continued to smile while walking towards the bathroom.

***

"Udah, order ojek there, Your brother must be still busy with your mother," suggested Bu Lin who had been dizzy since seeing Dara pacing on the porch.

It has been ten minutes Dara tried to contact the Brother because the motorcycle tire he used to ride had a leak. He intends to ask Jaka to drive him.

While confusion dominates Dara's feelings, her phone suddenly rings. He who has since called his brother finally without a second thought and looked closely at the caller, sliding the green button quickly.

"Abang, ih on the phone from earlier was not lifted. Motorcycle tire leaking, between me sniffing. Anyway, I did it, it was noon too. There are still many days to grow crops, hunt me to campus, no need to shower! I'll go there if five minutes haven't been here. Burrow..."

"Can stop, before picking up the phone, read first who is calling. You can read, right?" Cut the Rifki that feels the heat in the ear because it gets Dara's nagging wrong address.

Dara immediately gaped and kept her phone away from the ear. His eyes blinked a few times as he stared at the phone screen in his right hand hoping he misread. Until the end he was shocked and

"Sorry, Brother. I'm freaking out, so..."

"What's? Early in the morning, I nagged. Long ago skinny will be your husband. Hobby is nagging," grumbled Rifki annoyed.

"Why do you call me early in the morning? Lack of work," Dara's nagging gets upset.

"It's up to me, hape mine, pulses mine, who bought pulses too me. It's up to me to call anyone. More so than sitting quietly at home. Wait for me to pick you up, I'll take you to campus. Things to go to college are really complicated." Rifki disconnects the phone unilaterally and prepares to leave to take Dara before leaving for work.

Dara instead of calm with Rifki's words, he even more panicked and contacted Rifki again, but there was no answer. Several times Dara sent messages that were not read by him.

"Oh, how is this? Can be scratched me if picked up, even in the thought of dating the old virgin. It's been my history that my brother and I know. No, let Dara think, think. Astaghfirullah, why is my brain like it's not in place when it's this critical?" Dara continues to mutter while pacing, not forgetting her characteristics when panicking. Biting the tip of his nails which actually will make him more panicked because of his long nails are damaged.

After a while of thinking finally came the idea from his head. Dara finally ran into the house and permission for her mother to go to campus with her friend. There was a debate and question and answer that made Dara more and more create lies.

With a breath that seemed to be left in the throat alone, Dara finally reached the highway. Circulating the view to the right and left ensures whether Rifki is near or not.

Under the blazing sun that still warms the body, Dara shook her hands because she felt sultry since running around. Several times he wiped his sweaty forehead. Glanced at his watch and returned to the street. He stomped his feet in annoyance because he had waited a little while.

"Well, are you here?" ask a familiar biker in Dara's eyes.

Lama Dara did not answer making Rifki remove the helmet that covers his entire head.

"Kok, take the bike, kak?" dara's protest that made Rifki shocked.

"Emang why? If you bring a fast motor up, not stuck in traffic, can sat set sat set, need fast until what not?" tukas Rifki ketus hotel.

"Yes, let's cook we sit like this. Not mahram."

Dara's reply made Rifki laugh. The girl talked about mahram when she had been physically touched several times.

"Ngapain laughing?" ask Dara fiercely.

"You're funny. I've held on to it a few times just discussing mahram. How, anyway? Why don't I forget you're the same." Rifki continued her laughter.

Different things were shown by Dara. His face flushed with embarrassment. In his heart he cursed himself for looking stupid in front of the man he always made fun of the old virgin.

"Sister, yes," whined the spoiled Dara who saw Rifki did not stop laughing.

Rifki instantly stopped the laughter and clenched her mouth. He really likes and is anxious to see the spoiled behavior of Dara. Ah would love for Rifki to swallow Dara this time.

"Yes, yes it went up. It will be too late" said Rifki who also changed her expression and tone to soft.

They are indeed strange, a little angry, a moment to get along, a moment friendly and soon to fight. What is even more strange is the authority that makes their characters become strange like this.

Dara hesitantly receives the helmet that Rifki thrusts. He was silent, thinking about how to ride on a big bike like this.

"Hold your shoulders when confused how to ride," said Rifki who seemed to understand Dara's confusion. "No doubt, it's like anyone, it's the same" he added.

With doubt, Dara did what Rifki said. Then quickly get on the bike.

"Hand!" Rifki.

Without answering both hands Dara held Rifki's shoulders.

"I'm a motorcycle taxi? It's holding it." Rifki's hand led Dara's hand to circle around her waist.

"No way, ah," Dara refused quickly as she pulled her hand.

"Handle Honey. It will fall" said Rifki softly.

"Don't call dear" Dara protested loudly.

"Yes already hold if you don't want to call baby. You are a waste of time. Don't argue every time? Try it if the debate has reached you..."

Rifki's speech stopped because suddenly Dara's hand was coiled around her waist. His mouth closed for a moment, for some reason he felt wrong in silence.