Not Salihah's Wife
Misunderstand

“Amara, breakfast first,” Mirna's word to her daughter.

Amara only grabbed a glass filled with water and then spent half its contents. Still in fashion do not like the action of the Mother who is close to the married man.

“Udah late Bun, I'm leaving immediately.”

“Amara ..” Mirna just shook her head looking at the stubborn princess. “Force dear Mother, but Mother and Mas Pram Saling love each other and she has helped us a lot," muttered Mirna after the departure of her daughter.

Amara drove a motorcycle, although in a state of annoyance he did not speed or recklessly but when entering the campus area he was impatient with the car in front of him walking so slowly. The girl gave a horn but was still not given a way, when there was a chance she overtook and claxed long while passing the car.

“Astagfirullah,” said Randy who was in the car. “That girl again, why the hell is her attitude so rude. Supposedly a more gentle and loving woman.”

Bugh.

Amara threw her bag on the table and sat down and slapped her face on the two folded hands on the other table.

“Eh, kasambet this shit boy,” taunted Melly.

“Ngak given pocket money yes, just calm if tea glass doang mah later I buyin.” Juan smears Melly.

“Iya Ra, I buy ok* jelly and prom*g to hold hunger all day yes,” timpal Melly again.

“Basic friends lakn4t you guys,” muttered Amara.

“Well, elo come-come directly shoulder. By the way dong Ra, who knows we can justin aja,” said Juan again the tip is not wearing.

Amara raised her face.

“Daddy you ever cheated?” ask Amara.

Juan and Melly looked at each other and shook their heads.

“If it turns out your father cheated and his affair has a child like us. What will you do?” ask Amara again.

“Hm. Let it go anyway, but previously maybe I will slap back and forth keep my claws and I snapped if I need to inject and ..”.

“Quite,” interrupted Amara who was horrified to hear the narration of Melly, could not imagine that he would feel what Melly mentioned.

“If lo?” amara asked Juan.

“Gue wishes she was a girl.”

“Why?” amara asked increasingly curious.

“Gue reply his mother with me sleepin his son, if necessary so simplekan me,” said Juan with his silly idea.

“But your brain is not right.” Amara sighed, shuddering in horror if she experienced what Melly and Juan had said.

Today there are only two courses and it feels very long because Amara is not so enthusiastic. I even went to the toilet to wash my face.

“Alhamdulillah,” said Amara when the lecture ended.

“Tumben highly.” Melly tidied the bag while staring in wonder at her best friend.

“Against spirit, I unplug yes,” proposed the girl.

“Where if we go shopping, watch cake or shopping that,” suggested Juan. “Quietly, for this time I'm the treat.” Juan grabbed Amara's shoulder.

“Sorry, I want to go to mausoleum.”

Melly and Juan did not comment. Befriended since High School with Amara and already understood that the girl was upset and would visit her father's grave. Although when his father was alive, he was disappointed to be abandoned but after all the man was his father.

“You want us to take you? Far ‘kan? Lo want to use the motor,” proposed Melly.

“Nothing, you guys have fun huh. Bye.” Amara left the class and rushed to the bike.

...***...

The journey from Amara residence to the area where his father ate was quite far, about an hour and a half away by motorbike. It was a bit to the far side of the village and at this time the sky was dark.

Amara rushes on her motorcycle, worried about being caught in the rain. Moreover, he had to pass through the path of splitting the garden far from the settlement.

The sound of lightning and the sky is getting darker, Amara also accelerates the speed of the motor.

While in a different place, Randy was driving to a village to survey activities. Some of the students are already on site. The man's phone rang with his future wife's name on the screen.

Randy answered the phone while loudspeaker.

“Walaikumsalam, Mas Randy did I interrupt?” ask Hana at the end of the phone.

“No, but I was driving,” said Randy.

“Hm. Yes already I will not linger, the invitation card is finished printing. For Mas Randy, I just package it or how?”

“Hm, later I will be in touch with Mr. Kyai,” proposed Randy.

The call soon ended, a smile on Randy's face because soon he will propose a beautiful girl and salihah son kyai who is also the owner of the boarding school.

Although Randy was actually born and raised in a business family, but he himself once tasted pesantren education so it can be said that his religious knowledge is better than other family members.

“Rain,” said Randy who was then grateful because even though it rains is a blessing.

Randy's road is getting damaged, even left and right of the road is a garden. Driving with great care and attention distracted at a figure not far in front of him.

There are riders from the opposite direction who are in trouble because the bike is stuck on a broken road. The closer Randy gets, the more he realizes the rider is a woman.

The man pulled the car over and stopped, looked for an umbrella and got out of the car.

“Motor why Mbak?” ask Randy.

The woman turned her head and saw her clothes were wet as well as her face and hair.

“Pak Randy!”

“You ...”

Randy sighed it turns out he met his bar-bar student again.

“Why with your bike?” ask Randy.

Amara shook her head.

“Contact the workshop or your family,” Randy said.

Amara pulled the phone out of her jacket pocket.

“So fell when the motor skid, even broke,” said Amara showed the phone screen that was badly broken.

Randy stared around there was no settlement and rarely anyone passed by because of the rain.

“Follow me to the car, you I deliver to the settlement residents.”

“No need sir, my clothes get wet later Mr. Randy's car is dirty,” reject Amara who does not want to deal with her lecturer.

“You're not afraid? Here rarely anyone passes,” said Randy.

There was no other choice, Amara resigned and entered the car. Seeing the girl cold, Randy did not turn on the AC even had time to open the bag he prepared for the event and pulled out a towel and change of clothes.

“Dry and change at the back,” Randy's statement that had seen Amara's underwear was clearly visible because the shirt he wore was wet.

Randy realized that they should not be in a car just alone let alone not muhrim. However, due to the emergency situation the man hoped there would be no problems occurring.

Amara moved to the back seat through the middle of the front seat.

“Father don't look yes,” squeal the girl.

“Astagfirullah, where might I do that,” said Randy. “I close my eyes.” The man rightly closed his eyes and immersed in the stir.

Amara undressed and dried with a towel. Replacing with a large size training shirt and pants, which obviously he removed his underwear because it is impossible to replace with dry clothes while *******wet.

As he was about to put on his shirt, there was a knock on the car window right next to Randy.

“Eh, don't open sir. I'm not finished.”

Randy stared at the window and there were already some people standing outside the car waiting for him to open the door.

“Quick,” Randy's word again.

The beat sounds louder and there's even shouting, “Open the door or we break the window. Bawdy lo.”

 "It seems they misunderstood."