Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 11

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Kirana. The Javanese-Arab stucco girl had a heated argument with Son. While the cold-faced man had such a shitty attitude.

“Follow me!” snapped it.

“No want! What's the reason I'm coming with you?"

"It's an order!” hardik Son's.

Kirana furious. I feel like crying. But he does not want to show weakness in front of men who always show this cool attitude.

“Where?” askanya after being able to master yourself.

“Can't ask much, Miss!"

“Hei. Don't I deserve to know. I'm Ammar's wife. You…! Don't be so rude to me!” kirana said as she pointed her index finger at Son's face. I don't know where the courage made him do that.

Son stared hard. Their distance is not up to one meter. Kirana took a few steps back. There was a little fear of ambush. In such a situation, he could only pray. May the strange man in front of him not be confused. A few seconds later, there was a curve in the corner of the man's lips. He smiled cynically. Kirana was so sick of seeing Son look.

Suddenly he thought, how does Ammar trust this kind of person. Man is full of mystery.

Son softens. ”We will leave this city. You know, Ammar trusts me a lot. So there's no way I'm hurting you.”

“I'll ask again. Did Ammar tell you?”

Kirana glanced at the strapping man. There's no answer. There is no point in confronting him. He's a superior type. It might be better to pretend to be peaceful. After all, in an urgent condition he could run away.

“Let me call Ammar for a minute. I missed it at the hotel.”

Kirana lowered her voice. I hope Son beats his heart.

“By, but not now, Miss!”

“But I.. wouldn't go with you, before calling him. I promise, after that I ...!”

Son seemed to think. It was unexpected that Kirana was stubborn. But he didn't want to act rude, because it could make Kirana suspicious.

“Nelephone in car only while road. Get in the car. We have to walk now!”

Son opened the car door.

“What's the difference now and later!”kirana protests.

“Don't make me lose my temper, Miss!”

Son pushed Kirana's body and closed the car door hard. Then he ran behind the wheel. The car leaves the villa. The morning was still foggy.

“Borrow hapenya,” said kirana a few minutes later.

Son grunting. His hand searched for Ammar's contact number, then handed it to the girl sitting behind him. Kirana rubbed the flat object quickly. A moment later he waited for the connection. A few seconds passed without an answer. Kirana repeated the call many times. Disillusioned. That one word he felt. Let's not be right, Ammar deliberately planned this.

Son smiled triumphantly. Relieved it. All plans went well.

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Meanwhile at the hotel, Ammar and Rashid are still fast asleep. He started sleeping at about half-time two in the morning. Ammar was unaware of the call from his gawai.

An hour later.

Ammar started to blink his eyes. He gasped as the morning sunlight broke through the window of the room. It's seven o'clock.

‘Astagfirullah.’

Ammar hissing. Her dawn was gone. Although he was not a religious person, but almost never had he missed the five prayers. This time he was so sad and sorry. Then hurry to take ablution and start praying two rakaat. Ammar prayed for his wife's safety. And begged God to take care of him, to return him as soon as possible.

During the service, Ammar checked his hape. There were several incoming calls from unknown numbers. Skips. Opens whatsapp. Lots of congratulations from business associates, friends and family. None were repaid. Don't reply, read only a few. Then he closed and put the phone on the table. There is no desire to start the day. But today he had to be extra hard to find his wife.

Sighs. Mind floated. Imagine what happened to Kirana. What is he doing now. There is a feeling of longing mixed with worry. Never in his life has he felt so anxious. Her heart won't calm down until Kirana's found.

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“Can we stop, Son!”

“What's up, Miss Ki?”

“I'm hungry!

Son closed his mouth holding back a laugh, in shock. At first he saw the girl from the spy. From then on, silence made no sound.

“Okey, soon rest area, Miss!”

Kirana did not answer. He prefers to throw his face sometimes left sometimes to right.

Ten minutes later, the black Rush drove slowly into the rest area.

“Please, Miss!”

Kirana came down without looking at Son. The girl still has a jutek face. A few seconds he stood up. In front of him was a culinary scene. Padang restaurant, chicken grilled wong solo, AW, KFC, and others. He doubted if he had enough money to eat there. His stomach was starving. Son grabbed his arm.

“Come! Until when to stand there.”

He had to follow Son's steps. Kirana sat in front of Son. While his eyes swept the streets. Not a word was said from his thin lips. Son occasionally observed the beautiful scenery in front of him. Wishing the girl in front of him a little melt. Honey, Kirana refused to be nice to him. Waiting for the waiter to deliver the food. Son opened his voice. They had already missed minutes in silence.

“Nona Ki, I'll take you home. Introducing to my family. Please act as if you are.My girlfriend. Maybe two days and no more. After that, we went to Bali.”

Kirana glared at Son's request.

“Kita? Hey, who do you think you are to manage my life, Son. And my question you never answered. Is Ammar setting this up or is it just your wits.”

“Don't-don't you like. Why aja!”

“Ha.ha..don't ge-er you, Miss!”

The gentle girl suddenly became a little brutal. Kirana really wants to escape. But considering that he did not bring enough money, then the desire he puffed out. Moreover, he did not feel intimidated. It's not fun enough to be around him. But at least he felt safe. Son couldn't possibly let himself starve.

“I don't want to argue with you.”

I don't know why Son's heart suddenly softened. Seeing Kirana there was a feeling that I knew what it was. But he felt close and comfortable with the beautiful-eyed girl. Suddenly he wanted to know the origins of kirana. A few questions that stuck when watching the wedding contract procession.

“May I know..who are your biological parents? Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable.”

Son suddenly asked a very private question. Kirana jerks.

“For what? it's none of your business.” Kirana replied cynically.

“Ya already if you don't want a story. Who knows I can help you.”

Kirana looked at Son at a glance. He began to weigh. Son looked at the girl and then smiled.

“You're not Mr. Faisol's son, are you. Didn't you wear a judge?”

“For me, they are my parents.”

“Dan, you don't want to find your biological parents?”

Kirana. For a few moments there was silence. Soluble with each other's minds. Then shakes weakly.

Kirana ponders Son's proposal. But.for what reason should look for her real mother. Never once did his mother look up to his present age. If you want, it's easy. That's enough for a reason of his indifference.

‘Why does this ice-hearted man care about me. Don't you think it's just the trick.’

“Come, we continue our journey!”

The car is traveling at medium speed. During the journey they were more silent. Demy's melodious voice through the song kanggo riko accompanies. Kirana who was sitting in the back enjoying the music of a kendang kendul that felt so crisp in the ear. He doesn't know what those lyrics mean. Understand this regional song that uses osing language. While Son followed the song in a soft voice. His head swayed left and right adjusting the beat of the music. A song that reminds me of his hometown.

“After we enter the pedestal, Miss Ki! It is the border between the cities of Jember and Banyuwangi. We will pass a road full of climbs and derivatives. There is a gaping chasm on the side of the road. Ohya open the window. Prepare the dime. You will look to your left and right. There are people there who help road users. Throw the money at them, Miss!”

Son seemed enthusiastic about telling stories. He looks so happy. Kirana didn't answer, but she listened to all of Son's words. He was also somewhat surprised. Son suddenly became a different person. Son was not as cold as he thought.

Kirana took out her wallet. As Son suggested, he took all his dime. Uh! The girl smiled to herself. Turns out his wallet was full of dime. Son held out a wad of two thousand new ones. Kirana received the money.

A few minutes later, the car passed through the floor. The girl was amazed. A beautiful sight before my eyes. Kirana took one by one the money and threw it at those people. A mother carries her child. There's grandparents, grandmas, little kids. They're lining the side of the road. Kirana looked so happy. He has never had an experience like this. It did not feel that the money of a hundred pieces was exhausted. Son handed me two more shots.

“Come, Miss Ki. That's front. Get ready to throw money!” Son laughed cheerfully. And Kirana too. The girl shouted hysterically out of excitement.

“It-it..! No one is missed. Hurry up, Miss, pack the money! Son pointed at the mother with the ball. Kirana was busy pulling money out and throwing it through the window.

“Side to your left, Miss! Throw quick!"

“Ha.ha...”

They laughed off. Kirana forgot that she had anger in her heart. So did Son. As if he had become himself again. No longer the cool son. Son was secretly happy because it made Kirana laugh cheerfully. Eyes sparkling. He watched the girl through the spy.

“Nona, you see that. to your right. His name is the statue of Gandrung. That's border. After this we enter the city of Banyuwangi. It is the easternmost city on the island of Java. I was born in this city, Miss!”

Kirana read “Welcome to Banyuwangi” city there is a rumble in the chest of the girl. Suddenly he remembered that his birth mother was from Banyuwangi. In a village, his name was Bagorejo. I don't know where that is.

He wanted to say that to Son. If Son was an osing man, he would know. But.., again Kirana is heavy to begin with. Reluctant to open the pages of his life. Especially for a strange man like Son.

“Nona Ki! Are you hungry already?” son asked him to break the silence after the car left the coffee plantation and the kakau. He felt sad to see Kirana suddenly daydreaming. A few minutes ago, the girl laughed.

“No. Is this still a long time?”

“A minute until. If you're hungry, we'll stop by first. How?”

“We go on.”

“You are sure, Miss. I don't want anything to happen to you.”

Ck ckc. Kirana clucking. I don't know what that guy was thinking.

‘why attention-grabbing now.’

“Twenty more minutes we're here, miss. You know….! I haven't been home for eight years. Never contacted my family. I've missed them.”

Kirana silently did not answer. Son kept telling stories. Then, his eyes glanced at the girl again. It shook his head. Kirana's asleep. Apparently, he was talking to himself.

The car drove slowly. Son's chest trembled, as he entered his birth village. Not much change. Son observed the left right while recalling his childhood memories. As far as people go, there is always a longing to return to the land of birth.

The car entered a fairly wide courtyard without a fence. This ancient style house holds many memories. After eight years of being left behind. Son remained silent for a moment. Kirana was asleep. He could not wake the girl. Because he just slept.

A woman in her forties opened the door. The woman who still looked ayu looked out. Not long after, his mother followed. They look at each other. Son smiled at his mother and brother. Soon Son opened the car door.

“Mother! Mbak!”

Son immediately hit on both.

“Yes Allah, Soniii you still remember the house,” cried her brother.

Son kissed his mother's hand and hugged her tightly. Mother sniffling.

“Im sorry Soni, Buk! Soni much wrong.”

Son cried and knelt in front of his mother.

His mother is still stuck. He could hardly believe it after all these years his son had returned home. With the anger of a mother, there is always an apology door for a child.

The woman, who was almost sixty, recalled the moment she got angry and chased away the son. Soni came with her boyfriend. Ask for blessing to get married. Her mother was in shock, because her boyfriend was a bule man. For several years working in Bali, making Soni one of the company. After that Son left and never came home until now.

Then Son hugged his brother. A tough female figure that becomes the backbone of the family. They're two brothers. Now her sister is a widow. Trauma in the past made her reluctant to remarry. Though not a few men want to turn her into a wife.

“Come, login. You must be tired. Chat inside,” said her brother.

Son entered the house he had left behind. His eyes were floating around seeing some changes. While her brother looked at his only sister from top to bottom. The appearance is very different. Looks more solid and handsome.

The mother and the two children let go of each other's longing. They tell me about various things. Sometimes clear crystals wet his cheeks.

A few minutes passed. Suddenly Son remembered having left Kirana in the car. He rushed out. Followed by the eyes of her mother and sister.

“Nona, Ki. Wake up! We have arrived.”

Kirana opened her eyes and looked around. Son opened the door.

“Come! This is my home.”

“You still remember my message right, Miss!”

Kirana grunts. He followed without speaking. Son walked along with the girl entering the house. Her mother and sister were surprised to see her.

“This Kirana. He..tadi fell asleep in the car.”

Son scratched his head, glancing at Kirana at a glance. While the girl nodded respectfully. Kirana is upset to see Son's behavior. He felt that was not what he was trying to say. But yeah, that's it. Later, Son guides her to greet her mother and older sister.

“Beautiful tenan cah ayu,” praise his mother.

“You say hello, Nduk?”

“Kirana Larasati,” says Ki firmly.

There was a momentary shock on her brother's face. His face immediately changed. Pias. Eyes dewy. Son can catch that change. Kirana too.

“This wind..”.

Son has not yet finished his words. Kirana cut straight.

“May I hitchhike to the bathroom. I have not prayed dhuhur.”

“Come, Nak did not go back,” he said his mother was shocked.

After leaving Kirana, Son was curious about his brother's expression. His sister looks trembling. Of course, Son was more astonished.

“Soni, tell kirana who it is?”

“He was...”.

Son seemed confused to explain. He wanted to say that Kirana was his girlfriend. Wife-to-be. But, it feels like tongue.

“I mean, where did it come from? His parents?” asked the woman with trembling lips.

Because it continues to be urgent, Son finally told about kirana. About her foster parents. Unknown biological parents. Of course Son didn't tell me that Kirana just got married. Suddenly her brother cried. Her body was badly shaken.

“Mbakwas. Why?”

Son astonishment. He was confused about what happened to his brother. While Kirana who just finished praying just pensively watched the scene in front of her. He did not dare to approach. Son's mother grabbed the girl's arm.

Son's gaze turned to Kirana. Ask the girl to sit next to him. He stared in wonder. Son tried to touch his fingers. Spontaneous kirana dismisses. Seeing the presence of kirana, the woman's cry subsided. In his eyes was a beautiful girl wearing a light green tunic in front of him. She cried again and covered her face with both hands. Son rubbed his brother's shoulder.

“Can I see your back, Nduk? ask the woman suddenly.

Kirana looked questioningly. Then move her seat closer. Kirana asks Son not to look. The woman pulled her hijab. Suddenly her crying broke. She hugged kirana tightly.

“You...you..Yes Allah,” the screams. Shortly thereafter, he was unconscious.

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