The Young Master's
Meet Mala and Micko.

Day 4 is in Jogja...

Today they plan to go tritis parang beach. Ayyara asked to leave in the morning, but Gama did not.

"we just culinary tour first yes, we go to the beach later in the afternoon. Look at the sunset." - Rayu Gama.

Hearing the word culinary, Ayyara immediately nodded and smiled happily. He was pouting already.

Gama drove his car towards Prambanan. He wanted to take Ayyara to one of the famous chicken soup places.

Ayyara's eyes immediately sumringah. He saw the prambanan temple shoots from the highway.

"honey, we'll eat it later, let's go there first." point Ayyara towards the temple.

"indeed. My plan is so too." said Gama. Because the place to eat he wanted to go was not far from the temple.

Gama immediately turned his car to the prambanan temple complex. After parking his car, Gama romantically opened the car door for his wife.

After buying a ticket, Gama again took a friendly hand Ayyara. And they also began the adventure in the Prambanan temple complex.

Ayyara's hand was busy taking photos here. Gama was no less busy, he was also busy photographing his wife in every corner of the temple with a camera that he brought. Sometimes they take pictures together and ask for help to take pictures of them.

The weather's pretty hot. Even the umbrellas they rented could not fully protect them from the heat.

"honey, thirsty." reported Ayyara. His throat is dry.

"wait here, I'll buy you something." Gama responded.

The look in Ayyara's eyes followed her husband's back which started to drift away. He swept a glance around, and saw that there was a chair under a tree that was quite shady. There was a young woman holding a baby who was sitting there first. The baby kept crying. Maybe because he was feeling hot, so the baby was crying.

"alone mbak?" the young woman asked, still calming her fussy baby.

"no, I'm with my husband. I'm buying a drink." Ayyara replied. "the baby's cut seemed to rage." Ayyara replied again.

"yes. I don't know why today the weather is so hot." replied the baby's mother.

"that's alone?"

"no. I was with my parents and in-laws. I'm tired, so rest here. Husband who drove them around."

"o.. Baby boy what's his name? a boy or a girl?"

"Female, her name is Meutia aunt." replied the mother with her voice down, as if her son was talking.

"beautiful by name, just like the man.." Praise Ayyara.

Ayyara also invited the little Meutia to speak. And hold his hand. Surprisingly, the baby instantly fell silent and laughed while tightly grasping his fingers. And immediately blabbering like responding to Ayyara's words.

"uhf... It's funny how you are. How old is he?" ask Ayyara.

"11 months old."

"i have one too. But it's still in here." Ayyara explained while holding her stomach.

"o. Did ya? Congratulations on the pleasant hassles, huh mbak." said the mother. "how many months?"

"4 months' walk."

Both of them immediately told their experiences during their pregnancy. Sometimes they laugh with enthusiastic eyes.

I came back from buying drinks. He had a plastic bag filled with mineral water and some juice packs. Not to forget he also bought some snacks for his beloved wife.

Since becoming pregnant, Ayyara is very difficult to stop chewing. The man was hungry, he said. So make the cheeks Ayyara began to appear filled. But of course Gama did not dare to discuss it in front of his wife. The important thing is that his wife and son are healthy. That's his priority.

Gama's steps stopped suddenly in a place not far from Ayyara's seat. He saw his wife talking to someone. His heart was beating uncontrollably. He saw his past figure sitting with his wife. And they look very familiar and laugh.

"Mala.." he said softly. But both women heard it.

The two women turned to Gama, who was behind them.

"You're in jogja? When's come? With who? I heard you're married? I saw it on tv. Did you come with your wife?" Mala immediately flocked Gama with a question without giving a pause to the man.

Slowly Gama approached them. Ayyara is still trying to digest it.

"yes. I'm already married. This is my wife, Ayyara" Gama said, introducing his wife to his ex-con.

"what? So this is your wife? Wow, what a coincidence" said Mala with her trademark smile.

The smile that used to make Gama can not sleep.

"how's Mala doing? That must be what Mico did" said Gama pointing at little Meutia with her forehead.

"fruit sure. He is the prime suspect. Ahaha.."

Both of them laughed immediately.

Is she that woman? the woman whose name is still neatly stored in the corner of Gama's heart? Ayyara could only hide. But there was pain in his heart.

"where's she? I can't wait to punch him in the face."

"hey.. Don't be a vengeful person. I heard you've been the culprit too." Mala replied as she glanced at Ayyara's stomach. "congratulations to you both."

"where's Micko?" Gama repeated the question.

"to deliver our parents. When are you guys arriving?"

"four days ago" replied Gama.

There was a sense of awkwardness in Ayyara's heart. He can't be as ordinary as Mala. Joking with the former in front of Ayyara.

Gama realized the awkwardness. Because it was clearly visible on Ayyara's face that suddenly fell silent and froze. So Gama then moved closer to his wife.

"this. Drink first. I bought some fruit juice as well" Gama said attentively. But it did not make Ayyara's face change. But he still accepted it.

After taking a breath and exhaling it, Ayyara already felt calmer than before. He began to force his smile to appear. He thought he would be very embarrassed if he was jealous in a situation like this. Shame on Mala. And his pride doesn't allow that.

There is nothing to be envied from Gama's past. Just like when the man received it with all his mass stories.

Thinking about it, made the atmosphere of Ayyara's heart gradually improve.

"you must stop by our ruamah yes. Mbak Yara.." said Mala trying to melt the atmosphere a little tense.

"o? ehh. Yes, we will definitely visit." replied Ayyara.

"hey.! Goddamn bum.! When did you come?" the voice of a man made Gama, Ayyara and Mala look directly at the source.

Micko ran over to the three of them.

"fuck you.!" grunts Gama. He punched Micko's arm slowly.

"is she your wife? Hii. I'm Miko. Mala's husband." explains Micko without waiting for an answer from Gama.

"Ayyara."

"well, well, Mr. Gama we're smart also looking for a beautiful wife." continued Micko. Makes Ayyara's cheeks slightly blush.

"certainly so. Not just beautiful. But he's also amazing" said Gama, feeling proud.

"come by sometime if you have time." Micko.

"definitely, Mala had also said that" Ayyara replied. Still forcing his smile. "we'll stop by before returning to Jakarta."

The rest of them talk about anything. After almost an hour. Micko and Mala say goodbye because their families are waiting.

An unexpected meeting.