Aero The Kidnapper's
The Part 71

The very night that we have been waiting for has arrived. Rea's body is wrapped in salem color kebaya and combined with batik cloth with black dominant color. It looks very bright and white skin. Meanwhile, her hair is carried simple, obtained by a flawless makeup that certainly makes her very charming.

Don't ask what he is feeling right now. It is certainly restless, even though it is sitting near the fan in fact can not prevent sweat that slowly comes out of the pores of his skin. There was not much she prepared at home. Aunt Yul ordered catering from the neighbors, as well as living room decorations. He contacted his neighborhood housing complex to decorate the living room wall. I don't know if what he's doing is right or not, and seeing that Mba Rea doesn't comment much still means okay.

"What time is it coming?"

"Hour 7 or maybe 8 is here." Excited Rea in the crowd of the house. Crowded yet desolate, this was what Rea felt. Happy and sad, because at this moment no one really cares about her - except Aunt Yul.

"It's 7 hours less."

Rea raised his head. Is it really seven o'clock at night? Since then he did not hold a cell phone at all, he was busy and busy neutralizing his nervousness. Did it go past the planned time?

"Try the phone, has it been on the street yet? Don't forget it again!" Almarhumah's brother proposed his mother who he invited to receive guests. Because it was impossible, in this proposal event, Rea was only with Aunt Yul. Who will welcome their arrival? Who will represent to speak? Does it have to be him too?

"Bi, where's Rea?"

Aunt Yul, the fat woman who had been here and there checking the completeness of the dish was approaching soon. His face looked weary, as he was the only one who cared about this event. Not with his mother's family who just sat quietly in the middle room. Although there are uncles, aunts, nieces, in fact they look like hired people. Never cared. Except with the uniform and makeup they wanted from Rea.

"Let Rea take it. Aunty sitting here, huh?"

Rea forcefully pulled the old woman's arm to replace her sitting on a chair near the living room. This graceful lady was sure her phone was on the dresser. The house is so messy that Rea can't just go around. He needs to be careful so that the items that are placed original in the middle room he did not hit.

And as soon as Rea went to the room, the distant family chatter stopped by Aunt Yul's ear.

"Later papah must look authoritative. Suppose our son is proposed again and that means we have to date very much when the deliberative stage of marriage is determined."

"Yes Papa knows. No need to teach Mah!"

"Bi!"

"Yes Mom?"

"What does Rea want? Mapan ngga?"

"To my knowledge he works at a firm, which often helps people if there is a legal problem!"

"Lawyer?"

Aunt Yul shook her head.

"Forced?"

The woman shook her head.

"Keep what dong?"

"I don't know his name. Try asking Mba Rea later."

"When not? Do you have a home?"

This time Aunt Yul nodded.

"Yes, Mom."

"Have a car or a motorcycle?!" Aunt Haryati's question is getting closer. And it was clearly visible in his expression.

"It has both." Reply Aunt Yul steady. He doesn't want to lie, that's how it is. Braga Assavero is the son of a rich man, Mba Rea said. 'But his rich father, Aeronya. He's working hard. That's why Rea likes.' Added again at that time.

Haryati seemed to think. She looked at her husband who was busy with a cell phone.

"Try asking Rea. Not on the road yet! Because we'll be home at half 9 from here."

Without making a sound, Aunt Yul immediately got out of her chair. Tired, he walked a little slowly toward his foster room. His hand immediately pushed the doorknob. "Mba Rea?!"

Silent. So that back Aunt Yul called. It was only Rea's second call to turn around. It turned out that the beautiful girl was calling someone - maybe.

"Bu Haryati asked, has Mas Aero been on the road?"

Before actually answering, Rea smiled faintly. "not Bi. Not lifted from earlier. Offline him."

As the person closest to Rea, Aunt Yul felt the same unease. His heart suddenly pounded, there was a sudden negative thought coming into his mind. But he hurriedly drove it away, glimpsed briefly in the direction of the wall clock. The time is 19:25 and it should match what Aero said. The man's family has arrived home. What the hell is going on?

...***...

"Aero!! Where are you going!!!" Shouted Mr. Danun trying to stop his son who was running fast approaching his motorbike.

"There's a business for a minute. I'm catching! Just a promise!!"

The young man lightly said so. Aero himself was already wearing a batik shirt lined with a leather jacket. Regardless of the neat hairstyle, Aero wore a full face helmet with a single stomp.

"It's 7 o'clock. What important business?!" The man shouted from the terrace of the house. "Do you want to run away? You want to make that woman hurt? You want to get out of your responsibility?!" This time the high note has been used by the big boss. He no longer cared about the view of the house. They are now already in the yard, are arranging as much as in some cars.

"I'm not running away and I'm not taking responsibility!"

The vigilance of Mr. Danun is becoming. He had already asked impliedly through the gaze of the eyes on Jordi to close the gate. Don't tell me his advice last night about being in a relationship with a woman, his son's going to break today.

"Then don't go! Don't let him down.-AERO!!! Stop!!!" The impact of Mr. Danun was getting louder, almost the old man rose from his wheelchair lucky Mr. No immediately approached and supported him. Which parents are not upset because their speech is not heard? Moreover, Aero turns on the motor and heats it briefly. "If you walk it's a motor and-"

"THE RING IS PAH!! Haven't met!!" Aero cried out loudly for a moment when his motorbike suddenly died because it was too cold.

Yes greetings.

For a moment all who were already standing near the car fell silent. Mbok Darmi, Mba Yanti, Mr. No who has dressed up so all out. So did Jordi who was still standing near the gate. Even Ardi who would put the last parcel into the car, sculpted. All focus on the motorist who looks agitated and hasty.

"I'll find it at home first." He said in the middle of silence. While trying to turn back on his favorite motorbike, Aero advised. "You go first! And tell Regina Athalia, I'll come."

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