Not Salihah's Wife
Bar-bar Girls

“Mr not gone yet? How to still ...”

“There are left,” said Randy interrupted Amara's question and pointed to the lecturer's desk. Sure enough, there was a book on the table.

Melly instantly moves to the back of Juan's body giving way to Randy. The three were not far from the door when Randy stood up and seemed to hear what they were talking about. Still not moving from his position even when Randy again passed the three students.

Almost breathing a sigh of relief and guessing the man had not heard of it, Randy suddenly stopped stepping and turned around.

“I am still normal by admiring the creature of the female sex.” The man spoke while looking at Amara at a glance. “And I don't like students who are too much nonsense but bullshit here,” Randy said as he pointed his head.

After Randy's departure, Amara moved her lips as if following Randy's style of speech.

“Bodo very,” pekik Amara.

“Severe lo, no kapok-kapok. Then he heard us gibahin, ahhh how dong,” whine Melly.

“No how-how, resigned anyway if lo already worthless in his eyes,” taunted Juan.

“Udah ah, the more laper I am. Think of the lecturer earlier, fullness is not senewen Yes.” Amara walked ahead of her two best friends.

“Amara, waitin.”

“Eating nohhh, idol lo.”

...***...

Amara took off her helmet and jacket which were then draped over her motorcycle. Staring at Mirna's boutique parking lot, Bunda Amara. There was a fancy car parked there and made the girl frown.

Salim Boutique, not a luxury boutique with a famous fashion designer who makes officials or sultans will set foot to shop.

“Who yes? Awesome customer Mother, this ‘kan luxury car.”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Amara,” greet one of the boutique employees.

“Siang, Ma'am. Mother is ‘kan?”

“It looks like there is, I haven't seen him go down and go.”

Amara continued her steps towards the second floor, where the Mother's workspace was located. Amara's bad habit is to surprise her and now she's doing it again. Open the door without knocking.

“Mother, I'm coming,” Amara said somewhat shouting. The smile on her face faded as she was being startled by the sight where her Mother was hugging a man.

“Amara, knock on the door first. Very habit anyway,” complained Mirna who had broken her embrace with the man.

Amara looked at the middle-aged man, from his appearance and style was definitely not a random person.

Looks like the car under this father's.

“I say goodbye,” said the man.                        

“Thanks yes Mas, be careful on the road.”

The man did not reply not even giving a smile to Mirna and passing Amara who shifted gave way.

“He who's Bun?” amara asked without any intention of accusing Mirna and thinking negatively, after the door of the room closed and making sure that the person had left. Amara did not want the incident on campus to happen again.

“Friends Mother.” Mirna was already sitting in her big chair, wearing glasses and looking at the laptop screen.

“Bun,” call Amara who is standing in front of Mirna worktable.

“Hm.”

“I do not forbid Mommy to be close to any man, including remarrying,” said Amara as her hand played the sign on the table. “Originally don't be the third person in someone else's household.”

Mirna breathed.

“Mother can be selfish?”

“No,” replied Amara. “Man earlier, I'm sure he has a special relationship with Mommy but I'm not sure if he's a single man.”

Mirna flinched and made Amara sure of what she expected.

“Mother will understand what I mean, lest I meet the daughter of the man and my hair be grabbed. I came home Bun,” said Amara.

“Loh, just come time to go again? Said he wanted ...”

“It's not in the mood,” said Amara then waved his hand and left Mirna.

Amara was alone with her mother. The father who was expected to provide comfort and responsibility for his life instead left and married again and a few years ago died.

Amara took the time to stop by the mini market and park the motorbike behind a car that was also parked there.

Long enough the girl chose snacks, soda and chocolate. Get out with a bag of snacks and go to the bike.

"You again" said someone as Amara took the helmet and was about to wear it.

"Sir Randy."

"Do you know how to park? I waited a long time because my car couldn't get out of your bike."

"Yeah sir, just a minute. Seneng was very angry anyway," muttered Amara and then turned on his motorbike. "Sorry," said the girl and left.

Randy shook his head. "Girls bar-bar."