FORCED CHEATING
164BALADA GLASS BLACK COFFEE

Danar choose an outdoor venue on the right side of the restaurant that has ethnic nuances. They chose a table right next to a tree that hung several incandescent light bulbs that lit up golden yellow. A waiter immediately approached to provide a menu list. Danar and Riri pored over the list.

Danar's phone rang right after the waiter finished recording the order. Danar took it out of his shirt pocket, but when he saw it from his mother he did not heed it until the phone was tired itself.

“Kok not accepted , Mas?” Riri wonder.

Danar just shook his head slowly.

“Who knows important.”

Danar disabled his phone.

“There's another order, Sir?” Ask the waiter later.

“What do you want to order again, Ri?”

“Udah Mas, that's aja.”

“That was, if there was an addition later following.” Danar said to the waiter.

“Good. Please look forward to it, Mr.” The servant nodded politely and left Danar and Riri together.

“So what's wrong Mas Danar is making me come here?” Tanya Riri did not want to talk stale.

Danar did not immediately answer, his little heart said maybe Riri could have guessed the point but just pretended not to know. Riri is the type of person who is to the point and firm even though sometimes childish.

“We'd better eat first.” Danar is worried that if it is directly on the issue it will damage Riri's mood.

“Mas Danar wants to talk about our engagement right?” Riri's straight round eyes stared at the flat face of the man in front of her.

“Ya.” Lirih Danar's. His guess was correct, Riri was already able to catch his point.

“Stranquil, Mas Danar don't have to worry. I also actually do not agree with the plan of Miss Elin.”

There was relief in Danar's heart when he heard the sentence slide from the girl's mouth before him. His assumption that Riri agreed to his mother's plan just because it was not nice to refuse was true.

“I'm sorry mom, Ri. Mom should have talked about it first with me before meeting you.” There was regret from Danar's eyes. “I really appreciate Mom's good intentions, but the way is wrong because about our hearts can not be forced.”

Somehow like there was a little bit of bad taste left in Riri's heart when he heard Danar's last sentence. Can the heart be forced? It feels that after passing some time recently with Danar, Riri who had been indifferent slowly felt comfortable and enjoyed his closeness. But that comfort must now be cut off.

“We can tell Bu Elin to refuse this engagement, Mas.” Riri half-unwillingly replied slowly.

Why do I feel gini? Do you not want me to be the same fiance as Mas Danar? Am I too nervous? Oh my God, how is it gini? Didn't I not want it from the beginning?

“I told you to cancel it kok.” Danar said to Riri. “Maybe later mom will say it directly to you and Miss Harni.”

Riri nodded in understanding. It turns out that Mas Danar has asked to be said.

Soon the waiter came to bring their order.

“We eat first.” Danar grabbed his spoon and fork.

Riri stared in the face of the man in front of her who was engrossed in her food.

“Mas, can I ask something?”

Danar. “Bby.”

“What Mas Danar loves someone?”

Danar immediately stopped his eating. His eyes dimmed at Riri who suddenly felt misbehavior because she had just asked a very privacy question.

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“Yes, Za! Long time really you, new clock nyampe? I've had moss tau not waiting for you two from earlier!” Omel Om Jaka so Mirza and Via get home.

“Good dong, let Om Jaka all be ande-ande moss!” Sahut Mirza.

“Nyaut aja, I gibeng also lu!” Om Jaka is upset.

“Lagian say hello come here impromptu, like know your round Om!”

“Mas, dong already!” Via mediating uncle and nephew who every met always a storm like Tom and Jerry. “New meet instead of shaman, hug, ask news or how even fight!” Via stepped before entering the house with a sebel.

“Tuh, dengerin bini lu! Emang no politely-court you same old man!” Om Jaka is still nagging. “Nih kiss my hand!” Om Jaka thrusts his right hand with a songong.

Mirza immediately grabbed him and kissed him until repeatedly until Om Jaka pulled him because he was uncomfortable.

Puk .. puk….

Mirza held her Omnya tightly and patted her shoulder a few times.

“How are you, Om? Healthy right?”

Instead of answering, Om Jaka even glared. “Telat lu! Make me coffee there!”

"No need to be fierce, Om, if you glare so serem tau! Om looks a lot like Bu Endang!” Ledek Mirza then passed leaving Om Jaka.

“Bu Endang right nyokap you? Basic sompret lu!” Shouted Om Jaka annoyed.

Mirza giggled into the room following Via who was preparing to take a shower.

“Vi, which coffee is coffee?” Om Jaka entered the house and was astonished to see the deserted state. “Well, where are they? Whoa, Za! Where is my coffee? Had no understanding anyway, the guest period is called this?” Om Jaka threw his ass on the couch in the tenagh room.

“Mas, called Om Jaka tuh!” Via saw her husband who was still giggling.

“Biarin aja, Darling. Shouting mutely he's his job, like a parabot boy! Mas tired nih.” Mirza hugged Via from behind putting her chin on Via's right shoulder spoiled.

“Ish, Mom! Don't think gini dong, it's Om Jaka temenin there!” Expel Via.

“Hm, later ah. Mas want to be here first, want to spoiled first with you.” Mirza won't let go of the hook.

“Do not macem-macem yes, Mas.” Via turned to look at her husband with annoyed eyes. “I want to shower, sultry nih.”

“No macem-macem really, honey. I just want to have a Semacem.” The thin waist of Via until mepet again to his decapan. “Mas want you.” Mirza wants nyosor his wife.

“Ish! Mas, sultry tau!” Quickly Via dodged. “Body I'm so sticky this dryness.”

“Let's take a shower, darling. Mas pingin make your body more sticky and dry again.” Mirza's movements were more agile, his lips had stopped by the niche of his wife's neckline.

“Za! Hoy....!” Om Jaka's screams are heard. “Elu rile me with smooth kalo kayak gini story nih!”

“Mas, tuh! Om Jaka is angry youho.” Via pushed her husband's body slowly.

“Arrgh! You toa mage of the parabots! Disturb me!” Mirza ngedumel is upset.

“Udah, meet first there!”

“But Mas pingin anu first, Darling.” Mirza put on a hard look. “Yok, just yok. Pretty little bit too, which is important ...”

“Ngak!” Reject Via fast. “Weird aja deh, kayak no other time aja.”

“Emang is not there, dear. Later Malem surely Mas taught to stay up the same Om Jaka.”

“Kan still there tomorrow and tomorrow again.”

“But I want it now.” Mirza is approaching.

“Za….! I'm back at.” Om jaka's screams sounded threatening. “Gue itung sampe three, if you don't nongol too, I itung sampe four!”

“Tuh, Om Jaka is really angry right? There's sprawl!” She pushed her husband out of the room.

Chequelek

“to!” Mirza walked towards the dining room.

“Slip makes coffee.” Om Jaka's Command.

Although not disputing, but concocted also a glass of black coffee favorite Om his favorite.

“Eh, Yes. If I stay here, where do I sleep?” Om Jaka approached.

“Sleep in the back room there!” Show Mirza with her chin.

Om Jaka to the kitchen. “Emang is there a room here? I saw your room only two?”

“There in back, laundry room dirty clothes!” Sahut Mirza followed Omnya to the back and then opened the kitchen door and put coffee on the back porch table.

“Songong lu!” pissed Om Jaka while sitting on a rattan chair. “Wah, good to coffee here too huh? Adem.” Om Jaka looked at the backyard of Mirza's rented house which was overgrown with two papaya trees and several polybags containing vegetable plants. “But still less spacious and comfortable like your home in the village anyway. I can still play football there. There is a gazebo and fish pond too right?”

Mirza glanced at Omnya keki. “No need to banding. That house doesn't have me anymore.”

Om Jaka cengenesan. “Oh yes forgot. I was given to nyokap you who maruk it, huh? Hehe...”.

Mirza did not respond to her omnya, she was most lazy to talk about her mother. Om Jaka inhales the distinctive aroma of his black coffee then sips it slowly.

“Gue is really so far know not Za same Dena. Since she was pregnant her behavior was strange.” Say Om Jaka later.

Mirza took a quick glance. “Whimsy how?”

“Ngidamnya it's really anti-mainstream.”

“Means?”

“She likes to kiss my ketek. The time he said he always imagined the same scent of my ketek, really bad right? Even worse, lately he doesn't want to see my look. So every time I go home, he will nguyel-nguyel ketek me and nyuim-nyiumin until satisfied but my face should not face him. Really nice bum, right?” cerocos Om jaka spilled his heart.

“So the story Om Jaka dateng here would like to confide in about it nih?” Mirza Ledek.

“Gue did not confide, I just told you about his cravings Denaya aja.” Kilah Om Jaka who then again snatched his coffee glass.

“Same aja!”

“Peda dong.”

Mirza chuckles at the behavior of her Om who does not want to ngakuin if you again vent. “That's still mending Om, rather than cravings Via that time?”

“Yes, if bini you really want to do it, not cravings, Za!” Om Jaka is upset to remember the incident of his cravings Via. “We tell nyari onde-onde which sesame amount genjil? Did you ask to buy fruit with a size of 1x1.5 cm? severe bini lu!”

Mirza laughed, thinking it was too. Not too bad Via at that time, Mirza recalled the event, the look of his face then turned sad because the fetus in the womb Via was forced to be aborted because of an ectopic pregnancy.

“Eh, Why do you look so melo?” Om Jaka realized the change in the look of the face of the nephew just the wayangnya. “Udah, don't be sad you. Stay diligent effort, lots of prayers. Ntar also Via tekdung again. Pan you have no plans to be Popaye again right?” Tumben Om Jaka really, use nasehatin Mirza all, yes... 😂😂🤭

Mirza took a deep breath exhaling slowly, so much hope to have another child. Who knows by giving a grandson to his mother, his mother's heart as hard as concrete stone will be destroyed, because Bu en is already very longing for the presence of a grandson from a few years ago.

“Yeah, napa you even daydream?” Om Jaka nudges Mirza's arm with his elbow. “Moreover who invented cucur cake?”

Mirza. “Not. I thought about Om Jaka when he came home? If here continue, when will I be the same Via can make children?”

“Sompress lu!” Om Jaka wants to clack Mirza's head fortunately Mrza quickly dodged. “Coffee I have not abis, have been playing throw away you!” Om Jaka sewot's.

Mirza chuckles, she likes to make her ngome-ngomel.

“Well, until I forget.” Said Om Jaka suddenly remembered something. “Gue is actually here to talk about one.” Om Jaka looked inside for a moment and worried that Via heard it.

“Apaan?”

“Elu never join invest with me at the beginning of your work so Popaye, inget not you?” Ask Om Jaka. “Well, I've withdrawn all my funds from the company that used to be because I now live here, I invested in the company of his parents Danar. But your money, I'm simple, I want to say same you on the phone is not good if you don't talk directly.” Om Jaka at length.

Mirza remembered. “I forgot Om. How much did I invest?”

“Not much, just 600 million.”

“Oh.”

“Cock just oh anyway?” Om jaka wonder.

“Ya continue?”

“Ya money is with me.” Om Jaka once again looked inside. “The number has been more than 2x fold.”

“Om Jaka why the hell look to the dalem? Afraid Via denger?” Mirza wonder.

“Yes, I didn't say the same bini you. Fear this is male money, not female money.”

Mirza is smirking. “Newly know I Om money there is a gender now? There are men, there are women?”

“I mean, maybe this is your own simple money without the knowledge of Via.” Om Jaka explained.

“Om, I smell the name of the husband's money yes definitely the wife's money. There is no such thing as bini money. Partially if the money of the sex of the meeting all, it is certain to be able to give birth so much tuh money.”

Om Jaka smiled as he patted his nephew's shoulder. “Ber, I agree with you Za. I was just in case. I'm the same with Dena.”

Mirza grinned again as she grabbed the Omya coffee cup, drinking the contents of a few sips.

“So what's the money? I transfer or what?”

“Serah Om aja deh.”

“Kok is up to me? Is that your money?” Om Jaka was confused.

“Yes I haven't thought about what the money is. Maybe you want to make business capital, but do not know what business.” Mirza Papar.

“Diamond if you buy a car or a house? You don't have a car yet, the house is still contracted?” The Om Jaka. “Buy as soon as possible, do not fancy-luxury. If you add the same simple result so pepaye now must be quite really, still the rest even.”

Mirza hesitated. “I first chat with Via deh Om later how.” Sahut Mirza while reaching for more gelss Omnya coffee.

“E bushes! My coffee is it, you know abisin anyway?” Kaget Om Jaka who just realized his coffee in Mirza.

“Eh sorry Om, forgot hehe...”.

“Gue don't want to know, make it back there!”

“Yes, will be much longer dong Om Jaka come home if you want to coffee again?”

“Why tell you abisin my coffee?” Kesal Om Jaka's.

“Involuntarily let Om Jaka quickly go home.” Saut Mirza cuek.

“Bener-ponakan no ahlak lu ya!”

“Udah deh, Om just go home now yes. Ntar if Om here again I make it as detailed as Om ya?” Mayu Mirza. “Nar search Denaya! Unplugged fur keteknya one-on-one want?” Mirza scares Omnya.

Om Jaka finally relented, he came home too even with a bad heart. Si Mirza actually dah ….

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