THE MOTORCYCLE LEADER, MY GIRLFRIEND
45

One month later ...

After the end of the semester exam, the night Cyeril and Dzoki held a four-month celebration of Cyeril content that was delayed because they had to focus on the final exam that drained their energy and minds.

Dzoki and Cyeril held the monthly emlat ceremony at the mansion of his father and mother.

Mother Nur is the most enthusiastic and enthusiastic about this four-monthly event. Understand the first grandchild.

Cyeril is busy making cakes for the evening. While Mother Nur is busy preparing a food menu that must be cooked by the caterer and occasionally check the decorations for the Thanksgiving event later tonight.

The show was made rather fun. Even more festive than the wedding of Cyeril and Dzoki who seemed closed.

This time, Mother Nur invited all her social friends and all the wives of coworkers and employees of Riski's father, her husband. All employees are invited to pray for Cyeril.

"Mother ... It's so festive. Cyeril's not good" said Cyeril slowly.

"This is Mother's promise. At that time your marriage will be closed because it is in a hurry, so the preparation is not optimal. You don't mind, do you? If you are tired, rest is okay" said Mother Nur to Cyeril, her favorite daughter-in-law.

Cyeril often felt bad about the special treatment of Mother Nur and Riski's father, which was sometimes too excessive according to him. Until sometimes Dzoki feels excluded. Fortunately, Dzoki was indifferent and did not care. One day Cyeril asked about the affection of Mother Nur and Father Riski who felt too menyespecial Cyeril. Dzoki just smiled and then chuckled. Dzoki simply replied briefly, "It is fitting that Mother and Father love you, Ril. Especially dear to his future grandson. That's natural, right? The sign is you're a good son-in-law, a dream son-in-law."

Skip ...

The day was getting late, Cyeril had laid his tubh in the mattress. Since noon, Cyeril amit to rest when his stomach began to cramp. Since that incident, the condition of Cyeril is indeed weak terurama on the content. It must properly maintain its content properly. The way harys eat a lot of nutritious and healthy food. Can't get tired of working. Do not be stressed because the mind is burdensome and must always be happy and happy.

Cyeril stared at the wall clock. Now that it was three in the afternoon, Dzoki should have come home from college. He had asked for permission to return to campus again because there was a preparation event for his KKN. Some kind of pre-koching event before the beginning of the semester should start koching with the tutors and lendamping with a group that has been determined from the campus.

Cyeril took his phone and typed in a short message to Dzoki. During this time Cyeril rarely checked the departure of Dzoki, her husband. As long as Dzoki permits, Cyeril will wait for him to come home.

But since her pregnancy grew and Cyeril was admitted to the hospital. Dzoki never left and hung out with his best friend outside. His community is not currently the leader of the King Speed motorcycle genk. Dzoki is now more comfortable hanging out with his old High School friends and creating a new community to open jobs. His new venture is still in discourse and is being prepared. So Cyeril doesn't know it either.

Cyeril stared at his undelivered message.

"Tock tick one," said Cyeril curiously.

Just this time Cyeril was curious and suddenly worried about the state of Dzoki who was out there.

Cyeril quickly pressed a button with a phone symbol to contact Dzoki. And true, the phone is not active alias dead.

"It's not usually like this. The phone was full of batteries. It's not possible to just run out of it," Cyeril guessed.

Deg ...

His chest was like a sharp thorn. So hurt.

Tok ... tok ...

"Ril ... Cyeril," call Mother Nur loudly.

Cyeril rushed down from the bed and opened the door of the room. Mother Nur immediately pulled Cyeril and took Cyeril to the car.

Cyeril just kept quiet and obeyed. He knew nothing and sat in the back seat. Riski's father was driving the car and Mother Nur was sitting next to her. His face was panicked and anxious but no one spoke a word.

"What's really going on, Mother?" cyeril asked courageously to ask.

Mother Nur glanced at Kenaeah Riski's father who also glanced at his wife.

The two seemed confused as to how to explain to Cyeril.

"Bune? What's up?" asked Cyeril again to say his question while staring fixedly at Mother Nur.

"Ekhemc ... Dzoki ..." Mother Nur's trembling speech even made Cyeril panic.

Deg ...

"Sister Dzoki? Why Brother Dzoki ... Bun?" asked Cyeril in a loud voice.

"Dzoki at Cyeril police station" Riski's father said.

Riski's father never expected this either. I don't know what the chronology is like.

"Why? What's the matter?" shouted Cyeril loudly.

"Dad doesn't know yet, Ril. That's why we're there now. You are patient, Ril," said Riski's father confused.

This semester is just one month away. Dzoki will prepare for KKN. If this is the way, he can be languished in a holding cell. But what case is this? Yes, Dzoki is involved in a big case?

Cyeril leaned his body. Riski's father's speech earlier made Cyeril more able to control his emotions and not think badly so as not to interfere with his condition and the condition of the womb.

Not for half an hour. Riski's father's car has entered the police station. Mother Nur, Father Riski and Cyeril went inside and asked to meet with Dzoki.

Dzoki came out of a room and was already wearing a typical orange inmate's clothes.

Cyeril immediately got up from his seat and ran up to Dzoki and hugged the man.

Dzoki smiled wryly. He was ashamed of Cuetil and his son. Bad story of what he is doing right now. Dzoki felt disbelief in this place and began to become a resident of the high iron trellis.

"Sir Dzoki why? Why is it like this? This is our four-monthly child show. Cyeril hopes all these events run smoothly. But ... why?" cyeril's words stopped because of the tightness in his chest. He could not continue his words. Her tears have gone down her cheeks. Cyeril just drowned his head in Dzoki's chest.

Dzoki simply returned the tight hug and gently rubbed Cyeril's hair and kissed her head repeatedly.

"I'm sorry Brother, yes" said Dzoki quietly whispering.

Cyeril did not answer and hugged Dzoki even tighter. No need to apologize, of course, Cyeril will forgive Dzoki with chesty and full of sincerity.