The Playboy's
Chapters 11. Mak Isah

Some people when they have a problem a lot of ways they do to just muffle or forget for a moment. Irya chose to dampen her mood that was not okay by traveling down the road without a clear destination.

Spending energy on the type of people who move productively, spending gasoline for the type of people who are stingy and frugal. Everything Irya was doing right now seemed useless and futile.

Different for Irya at least focus on the streets make her a little forget the uncomfortable atmosphere that whack her inner.

Directing the motor into the SPBU area, what else is the main purpose if not to fill the gasoline. Not only the contents of gasoline as his main goal, the rest area in SPBU made the man decide to rest for a while.

'Haahh.. turned out muter-muter tired too yes, whereas the road of my motorcycle tire is not my foot.' Irya muttered in her heart.

Seeing there is a minimarket Irya goes into her and buys mineral water as well as a pack of cigarettes. The bench provided by the SPBU owner and rest area provided a little comfort for Irya's body to rest.

Sipping mineral water until only half is left. One cigarette lit as his casual friend while playing the phone.

'Males is really coming home, where am I ?'

'To Danar's house.not cool that there is more stress with him. Lately the Danar is very noisy dah.'

Noticing her current appearance was still wearing the school uniform. It's not cool, circling around the street in school uniforms. This isn't a school graduation convoy.

'Gue rich his must change clothes, if not there later I have razia pol PP again. Where in my bag there's no change of clothes."

Mumbling after muttering kept Irya voicing in her heart. Sitting alone will make others see him as a crazy person if he speaks out his own voice.

The first thing Irya has to do is change her uniform. Do not want to take the risk of being attacked at any time can occur without notice to him.

Small self-service roadside became the choice of high school students. Cheap prices are not a problem for him, the important thing is to change clothes first. T-shirts and long training pants and flip-flops are difficult to use Irya.

"OK let's go..." Irya monologue.

Reattach his full face helmet. Her jacket was brought since from home lining her body wrapped in a T-shirt.

Turn on his motor and do it at medium speed. Now Irya is no longer without purpose, but a place that has been clearly drawn in his mind.

The longer the motor speed gets faster. Breaking through crowded streets with various models of vehicles. The sound of motor and car horns becomes an inseparable rhythm on the highway.

The path Irya was going through seemed to have changed a little. Many new buildings that disguise the building that became the benchmark for Irya to remember the road to Aris' house.

Aris is Jenab's aunt's niece. In the past during Junior High, Irya often went with aunt Jenab back to her hometown. That's where Irya first knew Aris.

"Wow where am I ?" Irya asked herself who was beginning to be confused by the direction of the road.

Stop for a moment on the side of the road. Irya remembered which way to go. Irya hesitantly tried to make a decision. Several times he had to go the wrong way, the place actually showed progression over time. The afternoon, the sky was getting darker.

Irya stopped the bike again and got off the bike. Seen a counter with two women guarding her.

"Mission Ma'am, want to ask the way to the address kalisawi RT.7 where ya ?" Irya asked the counter guards.

'Jeez this handsome guy.' Inner one of the long-haired shopkeepers.

"Mbs,halloo... Ma'am ?" Irya waved her hand trying to disperse the girl's daydream.

"Eh Jamilah, Lo called noh, really ya can't see that lightening little, make me ashamed." Say another counter guard whose age is older by hitting hard enough his friend's arm.

"Ck.. sick times." Said the girl pouting.

Irya sighed her nafa, she knew there would definitely be a girl who behaved like that when dealing with her. But at this moment of his troubles he was already tired and wanted to rest.

"Don't know what the address is RT.7 ?" Irya repeated her question.

"Oh yes know mas. still straight to the North later there will be a salon enter a side alley salon well there already RT.7."

"Okay, thank you, mbak."

Irya left the counter, went back on her bike and drove the bike in the direction that had been told by the counter guard girl earlier.

Searching house by house to find the location of Aris' house. Aris's house used to be next to Jenab's aunt's. Water guava tree is a sign that has always been remembered by Irya since long ago.

"It's his rich, there's his guava tree." Irya monologue.

"Excuse me." Irya.

"Who are you looking for ?" Ask the owner of the house.

"Sorry right this is aunt Jenab's house" asked Irya.

"Yes right this is my aunt's house. With who, huh ?

"I'm Irya, um. the child that Jenab's aunt took care of."

"Irya ? I will call my mother first. You sit there first."

The belly woman told Irya to sit on the chair on the porch of the house. The woman came in to call her mother. Before long the middle-aged woman came out to see Irya.

"Sorry who is it ?" Ask the middle-aged woman.

Irya turned her head towards the woman and stood up to greet her. Irya did not forget the face of the woman.

"Sir... have forgotten me ? I'm Irya, the child who was raised by Jenab's aunt, used to come home with Jenab's aunt." Irya.

"You Irya... Bahuwirya ?"

"Yes Mak..." Irya smiled.

"Oh my goodness.. Is this really Irya ? Son, you're this big, the more handsome you are." Said Mak Isah fingered Irya's face and patted Irya on the shoulder.

Irya just smiled to find Mak Isah's expression and reaction to herself. Mak Isah and aunt Jenab both have the tenderness of a mother.

""Who are you here with ? Geez.. come on.ayo in. I'm sorry, I didn't know it was coming for you. It was Mak's son-in-law who opened the door so he didn't know."

"Irya herself Mak.. miss this house so Irya is here."

"Geez, you haven't played here in a long time. How's your family doing ?" Ask Mak Isah.

The question that sliced Irya's heart, the state of her own family she didn't know because she almost never met her own family. Brands are busy with their own business.

"Sound family Mak." Irya smiled.

Either I don't know if it's really healthy or Irya doesn't know. However, what he expected what was said was indeed the truth.

Long talk until night, Mak Isah did not let Irya to go home. And that was indeed what Irya had expected so as not to return home. The purpose of coming to this place is indeed because it is lazy to be at home.

"Where's Chris Mak ?" Ask Irya.

"Aris again out to help you inter-vegetable. I will be home soon. You just wait in Aris' room." Say Mak isah.

"No Mak, Irya just wait here until Aris comes home."

"Yes Mak just go in first yes, Mak again make dough doughnuts for tomorrow morning."

"Yes Mak." Irya smiled.

Before long their son and husband Mak Isah came. Both were confused by Irya's arrival. However, feeling familiar with Irya's face. A little explanation from Irya made them realize. Aris immediately invited Irya into her room.

The two teenage boys who grew up were talking here and there discussing male affairs such as games, motorcycles and so on.

Irya stayed at Mak Isah's house for three days without giving news to her family or friends. Irya thought they wouldn't look for her.

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