My Talak, Mas
SS 2.40

This morning was a holiday, and Kinan was staying at Bagas' house, the Director of the Company where he worked, which turned out to be his little friend and the man he was betrothed to. So many things are revealed that make Kinan even more awkward when meeting Bagas.

The two matany a stared at the watch in his hand which since night was not on the loose. Kinan had woken up, since night his sleep could not be as slumbering as usual.

'It's still four o'clock in the morning, ' said Kinan so quietly. The thick blanket was pulled again to the chest because the morning, the cold AC began to feel making his body shiver.

His phone was ringing loudly. Since night Kinan memng did not open his phone. Kinan was too fun to enjoy dinner with Bagas and Mama Anita so he could not open the ponsenya even though just checking.

Slowly Kinan took his phone from inside the bag. He saw the screen of his phone that still displays the name Dika there.

'It's still morning. Why the hell is the phone?' batin Kinan was upset.

The last few, Dika does look a little possessive since he no longer works in the same office. Dika often gives short messages asking the situation of Kinan. Starting from a small attention like you're awake? Already eaten? Already horny? Already home? Eat what? Until talking about things that are personal when at night.

With a heavy heart, Knan picked up Dika's phone.

"Yes, Dik .." replied Kinan who pretended to still be asleep with a voice that was hoarse - hoarse.

"You're still sleeping, Kinan? Where was last night? I didn't pick up the phone at all. My message was that there was nothing you replied to either," Dika continued to raise questions to Kinan.

"Have questions? Which one should I answer?" asked Kinan who was confused by Dika's many questions.

"Still asleep?" tanya Dika started asking one by one.

"Yes, just woke up to the sound of the phone," Kinan replied casually as his eyes closed. His phone was just stuck in his ear without being held at all.

"Where was last night?" tanya Dika increasingly wants to know what Kinan did last night so she can not pick up the phone from him.

"There, at home. No kemnaa - mana," replied Kinan slowly without thinking long.

"I went to your apartment, and you weren't there? You're not lying anymore, are you?" tanya Dika then accused.

Both eyes wide. Look at the white wall in front of him.

"You're going to Kinan's apartment? Indeed know? Kinan never told you where Kinan lived?" said Kinan with a loud tone mixed with shock.

Haha ... Dika's laughter was so loud and loud. It was nice to make Kinan feel anxious.

"Shock huh?" tanya Dika arrived - arrived who pranked Kinan.

Kinan let out a long breath. His heart was not stopped because of his surprise.

"Don't joke dong, Dika?" said Kinan who was nauseous because he felt in play.

"I'm on the road again. I'm going to your apartment, ask for the address? I'll pick you up, Kinan," said Dika full of money.

Currently Dika is on his way to Jakarta from Bandung. His plan. Kinan will be brought to Bandung and introduced to Atika, Mama Dika.

"What's? Want to go to Kinan apartment? Where are you going?" ask Kinann slowly.

"Ke Bandung, see Mama? Want huh?" pinta Dika pleaded.

"Why should you meet your Mama, Dika?" tanya Kinan started to weaken. Kinan became paranoid if he wanted to meet his Mom or Dad. Of course there's another meaning.

"Do you mind, Kinan?" ask Dika slowly.

"Yes. So. You know, every time you introduce your parents, there's something else to mean? You must be so too?" ask Kinan with an erratic mood.

Haha .... The sound of spontaneous laughter sounded loud and loud.

There was a rough gasp of breath from Kinan's phone call. Knowing, Kinan must have objected to this. But, I don't know what the reason is?

"You refused, Kinan?" tanya Dika arrived - arrived.

"Ecchem ... Is there a bus to Jakarta at night?" ask Kinan to doubt.

"Biss? You want to take the bus?" ask Dika slowly.

"Indeed, such a long journey, we want to ride a motorcycle?" ask Kinan later. Kinan only knew, Dika was an ordinary man who only had a motor to do his activities.

"Yes we just take the train," said Dika lying.

"Attent. You used to say, Your mom's in Jakarta? Why now say it's in Bandung?" tanya Kinan arrived - arriving who felt he remembered something odd.

"You're smart Kinan. In that Jakrta, Mama picked me up, and the one in Bandung, my biological mother," replied Dika ngeles.

Dika is wrong, starting the introduction with Kinan there is a lie there. Actually not to lie, but to hide his identity undercover.

"Oh that," replied Kinan who easily believed.

"So, send me the address of your apartment? I glided there," said Dika spirit.

"OKAY. But, Kinan wanted my parents' permission first," said Kinan pretending.

The phone connection was also closed. Kinan woke up from his sleep and sat up straight staring at the screen of his phone dimming and dying. Now, the time has shown at five in the morning.

Both of Kinan's legs came down and walked towards the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. His long hair in the gelug upwards using hair chopsticks. Kinan looked at his face in the mirror reflection in the bathroom.

'How Kinan said to Bagas. If Kinan wants permission to go home?' ask Kinan to himself.

Kinan walked to the door and opened the door and walked into the kitchen.

"Eh Non Kinan. Already awake?" tanya Mbok Ijah who works as a household assistant.

"Mbc. Mama Anita hasn't woken up?" kinan asked quietly as she spread her gaze around the kitchen. See what Mbok Ija is cooking.

"not yet. It is still morning" replied Mbok Ijah.

"What cooking, Mbok?" ask Kinan slowly.

"Not yet masca, Non," said Mbok Ijah who just finished washing dishes.

"Here let Kinan cook," said Kinan slowly.

"Non Kinan can cook?" mbok Ijah asked a little doubt.

"Slightly," Kinan replied with a laugh.

"What do you want to cook, Non?" ask Mbok Ijah slowly.

"Fried rice? On like no?" ask Kinan slowly.

"Like Non. Den Bagas most like fried rice mixed with sausage," replied Mbok Ijah plain.

"OKAY. Kinan cooks," said Kinan eagerly.

Kinan began to prepare all the spices to cook fried rice with topping as a mixture in his fried rice until it looks special.