Husband For Keara
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🌹 Keara House

Keara just broke her tired body instead of playing. Yesterday on his day off, he couldn't even rest comfortably. Then this afternoon was flocked by cafe customers who were hungry and thirsty. Then it continued to be a figure in the household drama of the former. To sum up, deep conversations with the man made her think day and night for the past three weeks, and were tinged with an outpouring of comforting emotions.

Now he has finished cleaning himself, changing clothes, praying isya, then lying in his simple bed that is super comfortable.

Keara picked up her flickering phone on the small table beside the bed. Phone call from Harris. This is their first cellular communication as long as they know each other.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum Mas Harris.."

"Vaalaikumsalam.. I've reached K's house.. Ehm.. you asked me to give you the news earlier.." replied Harris with a trembling voice. It was obvious that this man was nervous.

Keara told Harris to call her when she got home. He was a little traumatized by the tragedy of the accident that befell Rizky. Who did not tell me that he had arrived home. But it was the news he received.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah." said Keara. "Mas Harris cleaned himself up there.."

"OKAY.."

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Girishal"

*Call end*

Keara rolled around on the bed. His smile and heartbeat were racing uncontrollably. Actually he was also very awkward talking on the phone with Harris. Considering this is the first time. He believes Harris did too. But it has to get used to, right?

Keara decides to send a whatsapp chat to Harris that reads, "Mas, I slept first.. It's sleepy. I have to work again tomorrow morning."

"Thank you for the deal. Delicious bangeeett.."

"Good night, good rest.."

After the message was sent Keara smirked in satisfaction. 'Okay, case close! No need to bother looking for chat material if tetiba mas Harris calls again. Hehehee..'

Keara felt her heart blossom. Lousy. Deg-degan. Like a couple that just got together.

'Loh heh, but I and Harris aren't.. Uh yet. Eeh.not expecting.. But it hasn't been. So temen deket does not mean dating ya kaan..? After all, I said I want to be his best friend, mas Harris did not correct or protest anyway.. That means that Harris agreed that we are just a position.' Inner Keara argued alone.

While smiling, he tried to close his eyes. It was heavy and very sleepy, but why now even hard to sleep..? It's really a complete complement of Keara's brain cells.

From outside the room, I heard my mother knocking on the door of Keara's room, and soon she opened her room. "K, are you asleep?"

"Not Buk.." Keara got up and sat cross-legged on her bed. While the mother went in and sat on the edge of the bed Keara.

"It's not good news, K.."

Keara raised her eyebrows, not understanding the news mother meant.

"That's Sasa.. Bu Brata's son. Last afternoon I met you at the school. Uh, your Brata gosipin. He said when Sasa played to the same cafe, he saw you get hit by the same wife. She said you made arrangements in front of the cafe with her husband, and that man was Nico.

Is that K..?"

"Astaghfirullah's.." Keara stroking chest. This rumor can quickly reach the ears of the mother. "That's really Mom.."

"So far, your motorbike was driven by men. He said he was Mas Harris' assistant. Who are you waiting for in front of the cafe?"

"I'm waiting for my work Buk.. All of a sudden, Nico nyamperin and nyapa me. He did go home K, but Keara refused Buk.. The vow. Uh not long Mayra came and was angry with me.. It wasn't her husband who was scolded. Not very clear.."

"All jealous wives will spontaneously scold and hate each other. While all those who see but do not understand sit the real thing will automatically blame you." said the mother.

Keara so remember the words mas Harris earlier which means more or less the same as the mother's speech just now. If people passing by would immediately believe that Keara is wrong.. Fitting again apes aja nih Keara.. It can be in that kind of awward situation.

"Keep, how many times have you seen Nico?"

"Astaghfirullah K. How can it be that much K?" Mom looks furious.

"Everything is not of Keara Kok Bu's will.. Just happened to meet. Does Keara like it? Iihh Gak likes it at all.." replied Keara with a frowning face.

"Yesterday, where did you actually go? Not in Ocha's house, right..? Hayo ngaku.." look at my mother. Keara knew she couldn't succeed in lying to her mother. He had not made any agreement with Ocha and equated the answer if at any time mother asked him, if using his name while sleeping in the house mas Harris.

"Ocha's mom called me. He answered yes, but from his voice I know Ochanya answered yes while confused so. Keara just grinned wide. The mainstay when you can't give up anymore.

"Tumben son mother has dared to lie to mother..?"

"Keara did not mean to lie ibuk really.. Really. Only yesterday the condition was again precarious, it could not be explained in detail. If I clear it into pieces later mom was confused and worried about K.. Hence, K chose a shortcut lying in Ocha's house.."

"Heleehs.. This is your reason. Means you can now tell honestly, in detail, detail, and don't lie anymore. I can tell if you're lying or being honest.." Mom looked at Keara sharply.

"Don't tell me this has something to do with Nico? You didn't come home because of Nico, did you??"

"Not Mother.. Yes aampuunn.. How does Keara explain if my mother talks teruuus...?"

"Yes.. Yes, it is clear now. Where do you sleep and who??"

Keara recounts everything that happened at Harris' house. Without any intention to cover anything. For Keara, he did nothing wrong. After all, that night he was not alone in Harris's room either. There was Bik Santi who was also sleeping in that room.

"Oohs.. Mas Harris's? that handsome deceased friend of his? Who says mom-made lodeh tastes good and eats the champagne twice?"

"Yaelaiah ibuk's.. The one with the same handsome vegetable lodehnya?"

"Yes continue what else dong. abis eat the mallem, have never played here again anyway.." mom sneered funny. Had forgotten apparently his main purpose was to enter his daughter's room.

"Take here again dong K.. Later mama masakin other food.. Kasian, if from your story right, he was lonely living alone in the house..."

"Yes buk.. He also sent me home.. But I didn't come in.. You're so tired I'd like to bust.."

"Ehh. you bad boy.. That's not a thank you K.. He was helped by Nico and Mayra. Motor delivered to the house, and the camera is also ushered home, uh. weigh bring it in just don't want.. How the hell is this kid...?" Said the mother while pinching the cheek of an anxious Keara.

"Bad.. Ibuk.. At most just want to show off the cuisine.. Chilled out today cook a really good chicken soto.."

"Yes, it means that there will be a return of his cultivation that is K.." said the mother in a swallowing voice. There was no voice full of sight like that.

"Udah ah Buk.. Sleepy-tongued. Going to sleep."

"Wait first.. I still want to talk.."

"Otherwise anyway... My Mommy...?" sahut Keara lazy.

"You should think about moving on, K.. Find Rizky's replacement. I do not want this beautiful mother's child to be a gossip material in the village.. It's more fitting that someone sees you as Nico.. The hotter the ears are.."

Keara just assented. Let cepet. Ibuk immediately came out of Keara's room, because he could not bear to see his daughter looked exhausted.

In a blanket and room lights that he had extinguished, Keara was just upset, unable to sleep. he also wanted to mourn twice his failure to get married. But Keara realized, her destiny and soul mate is not at all the realm of her power. No matter how strong the desire Keara married young, reality actually drove him to the age of 24 years without a boyfriend, let alone a husband. Ironies.

Very clever people gossip and accuse him of various kinds. Without knowing the true feelings of Keara.

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