Leaning Zone
S 2 Sweet Martabak
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“Hayo loh. On what are the two here?” Lutfi appeared suddenly and sat down between Risma and Bayu.
“Pak Lecturer also clock as soon as new home?”
risma reply directly hit.
Lutfi snatched the drink that Risma was holding. He sipped it just ignored Bayu who seemed to not accept it.
“Why eyes Lu Bay. Want too?” with a sinless face Lutfi thrust out the drink he had just shaved.
Bayu pushed Lutfi's hand. “That's a cave that loves kampreeeeettt..
“He he he, sorry.” Lutfi immediately gave the drink to Risma again.
“This was for Hana, because she did not come back here so the cave is dapet deh...” explained Risma while looking at the drink in her hand.
“Ketiban windfall dong you because of Hana,” joked Lutfi.
“Ya that's it.” Risma got up and patted her butt a few times to clean up any dust that might be stuck there. “I go in first,” said Risma to the two men before passing.
“E wait...” Lutfi restrains Risma by blocking her steps.
“What's Luth?” asked Risma when she felt her steps were blocked.
“Emm..." Lutfi scratched his head. Duh, what the hell are you talking about? Already managed to hold Risma, but he was confused what he had to say. "Where is it back?” ask Lutfi at last.
Risma sighed. “Ndon't know. He was also here but only briefly," said Risma a little disinterested. "Bah I entered..” he continued to continue the steps.
Risma walked over quickly and immediately locked the door after entering into her room. He had his back on the door leaf with a wry smile.
“I've known you for a long time, but it seems that only Hana is in your mind,” muttered Risma alone.
“Hana is beautiful anyway, so yes already he enjoys what he does have,” he continued.
Risma walks through a stretch of clothing that actually belongs to Hana but she is scrambled with three other colleagues. He bent down to pick up some of them and folded them to make them more organized.
Risma held onto the clothes she had just folded.
“You even willingly share what you have, where maybe I can hate you.”
After that Risma began to clean up the scattered clothes filled her boarding room. After everything folded, he placed it in one corner of the room because the closet would not fit to accommodate everything.
“Just take a shower, this dreadlocks problem can be thought of later,” Risma muttered again before disappearing in the bathroom. He had laughed when discussing this dreadlocks problem when he remembered his conversation with Hana and Lutfi some time ago.
"Gombal, dreadlocks."
***
“We can't keep going like this Han..”
Andre tilted his body and faced Hana. This woman just quietly held the edge of the blanket that covered her body that was open because her clothes were already spoiled because of Andre's actions.
“Ya how else. I really have no place if your parents reject me,” said Hana.
“OK, maybe papa same mom not so like with our relationship. But try to remember, have you ever heard directly their rejection?”
Hana's speechless. He never got that kind of speech directly. But isn't it sometimes that something obvious doesn't need disclosure?
“But from the attitude of mama and papa you I realize it is true that they do not like me,” said Hana related to the contents of her head.
“This is not just about you Han, but whoever it is called a parent will not anyone willing his child to have a relationship that goes beyond the limits like us?”
Andre immediately got up and restored his hair with his back rested.
“Do not get intimate and pregnant as you experience, the road and go home overnight has made parents ride apitam.”
Hana sat down and leaned her head on Andre's shoulder. “Keep how dong..?”
“Yes let's get started. We start each one or together whatever, the point is do not continue to run away like this, because I do not know until when can not bear to make you pregnant again.” Andre looked annoyed and threw his gaze in any direction, ignoring Hana who lowered her head.
“Where are you going?” hana asked as Andre suddenly grabbed his blanket.
Hana touched the back of her hand in front of her nose because she suddenly almost laughed. “Sorry,” he said that amused pity with Andre's current condition.
“Not your fault but our fault. Tomorrow we go to the doctor, you can't refuse. I don't want any problems later if the treatment is not complete.”
Andre stepped up leaving Hana who was still silent in her bed. Hana who was left behind secretly felt the side of the stomach that still showed the traces of the prick. He had to rack his brain so that Andre wouldn't have to take him to the doctor. If checking yourself is a must, then how can Andre not come along. He was afraid that if this scar was discovered, no one threatened him anymore, even Risma could also live quietly without being chased by debt collectors..
For almost an hour, Hana finally heard the bathroom door turn on her handle. He immediately lay down again as if he was sound in his sleep. Andre stopped near the bed and looked at Hana who was lying on her bed. With his body and head still wet, Andre felt he had to dry it before dressing properly and resting his tired body.
When sure Andre no longer looks at him, Hana secretly opens her eyes and steals a look toward the sturdy back of Andre who is changing clothes. This man has really changed his life.
Andre, I'm confused. Inner Hana before completely closing her eyes.
***
“Dika...” Rina shook the large body of her husband who was asleep next to her.
“Iaaaang..” Once tried to wake her husband up with a firmer shock.
“Eeennggg...” Instead of waking up but Dika actually waltzing and pulling the blanket.
“Saayyyyaaaannngggg,” Rina again shook her husband's body because her efforts have not succeeded as well.
“What a pity..” Reply Dika finally. He tried to answer with a loud voice.
“Melek first dong..”
“You said it. My ears still function well even though my eyes are still closed,” said Dika.
Rina sighed. “I want martabak.”
“What...?!”
“It is not horrifying. I said I wanted a martabak. Sweet martabak.”.
Not only were his eyes wide open, but now Dika immediately got up and sat down. This is not a matter of denar or not Rina, but Dika is surprised by your request which is very inappropriate with time.
“No longer horrified. So before I said that I asked you to really wake up,” Rina's nagging for not being able to catch the surprise of her husband.
Dika straightened her hair. His fingers stopped above his head before he lowered his hand.
“Not without horror dear, but where there is a sweet martabak jam.” Dika search here and there to be able to find anything he can see to give certainty of time for him. Finally he saw his cellphone lying on the nightstand, so he quickly grabbed it.
“Mana almost 2 o'clock in the morning again,” continued Dika after he knew what time it was.
“But I want to..” whine Rina.
Dika knew his wife was cravings, but this time it was really difficult to realize. Even if you want to wake up the chef he hires at home, not necessarily the ingredients needed are available now.
A flash of idea popped up in his brain as he looked at the phone he still held tightly in his left hand. With a quick movement he dialed the number of someone who often gave him a way out when his mind was deadlocked like this.
“Who do you want to call at this time?” rina asked when she saw Dika put her phone to her ear.
Although he seemed forced, Dika tried to pull both corners on his lips. “You are calm yes..”
He waited for someone to answer his call.
“Halo...”.
“You haven't slept yet right?” todong Dika when he heard the clarity of the voice of the new person answering his call.
“What's up?” the man asked back.
“Rina wants sweet martabak now. What do you think you should do?” ask Dika to the man.
“Ya followed dong, his name is also cravings,” advice the person from across.
“OK. I'm waiting for you to nganter martabaknya now.”.
Dika immediately disconnected his call. He laughed a little imagining the person across there must be swearing it now.
Seriate...