Married With Duda
Episode 90: Rival

Farel came home in a very messy state, messy hair, wet clothes, face splashed with mud. Farel carrying his favorite helmet that is a little crumpled but not damaged, safe so no need to buy again.

"Oh God, Farel. Where did you end up?" Reyna who was shocked to see Farel's condition back and forth brought mud directly running to his son, worried murat began to decorate his face. Farel did not immediately answer, he just looked at his mother with a sad look, his eyes glazed, not because Farel was crybaby, only he was embarrassed.

After Azka's Office, on the way Farel less focus bring the motor, as a result he immediately plumbed into the mud puddles beside the road, and then he was not focused, I don't know what he thinks is clear during the trip he was just smiling like a madman, that's the chronology of why Farel can smell the mud, fortunately not mixed with chicken shit.

Reyna shook her head slowly, did not end up thinking the same behavior Farel, was great still love to play mud.

"Yes already, take a shower there, clean up. Do not look the same Azarin, you will be ridiculed" said Reyna whispering, watching around if there is no sign of Azarin. Farel snorted softly then nodded hurriedly to the top floor.

Finished cleaning, Farel had the intention to bring his favorite motorcycle to the workshop, besides dirty there may be some parts damaged by kissing directly with asphalt and banana trees standing on the side of the road, even the banana tree until dented because of being dragged down by the Farel motorcycle. If you look around there is also a scuffed area on the front and left of the motorbike.

"So soon, it's really bad to take it now, but the dirt is not crunchy, the mud gets into the exhaust as well," Farel ruffled his hair in frustration, where tomorrow he had to use college. Farel is not the type of person who is complicated about the vehicle, if there is no motorbike yes bring a car, but this is also his favorite motorcycle.

Finally, with the initiative, Farel chose to wash his own motorbike behind the house, but there was a neighbor hose that had not been reversed was borrowed yesterday.

Farel coolly doused his motorbike with water while whistling, singing the song of an old parrot perched on the window. For a long time he did not clean up 'John' (the nickname for Farel's favorite bike). Last Farel took it to the motorcycle wash 5 months ago, it was only a short time because Farel had to rush to campus, so before his brothers finished washing the bike, he said, Farel immediately grabbed and gas to campus. The most annoying thing again, Farel forgot to take his money back until now, justin aja itung-itung alms.

"Egypt, the blisters do not play around until they are lost in half," muttered Farel surprised not to play, of course the sentence is very excessive. Farel rubbed the scuffed part so as not to be too visible, could be later Azka angry because his son is not good at keeping the gift of his gift.

"It should be repainted, not let it fade a little" the monologue Farel was so sure of his idea.

"Ahh, no-no, it will be ugly," Farel refuted his thoughts and continued the motorcycle washing session until dusk greeted.

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"Mother's father, Farel, was fine, just a scuff at the doang," Farel pulled back his hand as Reyna tried to treat the bruises on her arms and legs.

"Do not argue, this if diibiarin increasingly become. Look at your chin red-red like a cat's scratch. Where are you actually sleeping?" Reyna painstakingly spilled the antiseptic on the cotton and applied it slowly on Farel's slightly scratched chin, either rubbing against what was clear this morning Reyna can see the chin of Farel bleeding even though it did not fall on the floor.

Farel grimaced when Reyna accidentally cut the wound.

"All right, say it's okay, the turn is signed a little sick immediately," Reyna quipped in reply to a slow puckery by Farel.

"No, not intentionally."

Suddenly from the direction of the door appeared Azka in a random dress, tie tilted to the right, shoes next to her were missing, her suit tied around the waist. Seeing Reyna and Farel sitting face to face, P3K box on the table plus Farel bruised on his chin made Azka think strangely.

"You've been fighting, haven't you? I never taught you to be a bad boy," Azka explained after standing in front of two humans who were confused by her behavior. Farel became afraid of the father's clasping.

"Farel isn't good, Mom. He said he fell into a mudhole on the front street of the mattress shop, "Reyna mediated, he's got the full story from Farel earlier. Azka stayed in place, scratching her head that was not itchy just as a mere transition.

"Well, just remember the message of Dad, don't be a bad boy who is mostly in today's times," Azka took her step toward the room, feeling finished treating Farel, Azka, Reyna followed Azka's steps leaving Farel pondering there.

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Farel turned the pen next to his hand, the mind drifting somewhere, which clearly Farel was dreaming of something that almost became real.

Tonight felt a little different, unceasingly Farel stared at the rectangular object that was plastered near his laptop, there was already a special number that Farek did not expect before.

Farel forcibly removed the earphones that faithfully played the music in his ear, cleaned all his books and neatly arranged on the table. Though Farel had not yet begun to study at all, from earlier he only thought about the incident last afternoon in the office of the father.

With a smile, Farel grabbed his phone, typing the name of someone who had been neatly arranged in his contacts.

Between worrying and hesitating for Farel to press the number, but if not tried yes in vain dong he maksa ask for this afternoon.

Farel inched closer to the mattress, spread his tall body violently to cause vibrations on each side of the bed. Farel continued to hold his phone without any intention to take it off even for a second.

The sweet shadow of a woman keeps spinning in her brain, this is not a broken cassette but a movie theater that shows romance movies repeatedly.

A big smile was on his handsome face, no matter the demons in his room called Farel crazy or stressed, what is clear is that the young man is currently in a state of mind and does not want to move from delusion to delusion that he created himself.

"Ahhh, think what the hell I am," Farel shook his own head, turning his gaze from his phone to the ceiling of the room. Farel got up, suddenly he remembered something but did not know what it was, which clearly according to Farel's thinking it was important for his future.

"Innalillah, my percentage assignment!!!"