TALAQ
Part 32 TALAQ

Mr. Chess still forced to take me home and I also insisted not to be taken home. I took the initiative gojek message anyway I also could not ask Fauzan to pick up at the location outside the office, could - can I in a million questions, can I in droves, a million questions, because all this time if I go out with men only with husband and close family, I have never been out with men even though it's a workmate.

"If you don't want me to deliver the car, let me transfer the motorbike now it's not good night you go home on a gojek" said Mr. Chess after paying a food note.

"How ?" manya curious. "How can I send a motorcycle while now only use a car" I murmured in my heart.

"We go home first mbak Priska let me borrow his motorcycle mbak Priska" explained Mr. Catur.

"No need sir, let me go home alone" I chuckled.

"The government has no rejection, or all of us do not need to go home" snapped Mr. Chess.

"Ba - well I follow the father's orders, provided I can go home "my answer gave in and was a little upset.

The Chessman did not answer just putting her shoulders aside while smiling triumphantly. We both took a car to his house Priska to borrow a motorcycle, Arriving at the house Priska Pak Catur immediately parked his car, we immediately went down without a stale pack Catur immediately said if you want to borrow a motorcycle.

"Mbak, borrow the bike" said Mr. Chess.

"Make what?" asked Priska who had just opened the gate while grinning her eyes.

"Ngantar mbak Afifah" replied Mr. Chess a little awkward.

"Wear, why use a motorbike? don't just use the car ?" ask Priska.

Mr. Chess did not answer, instead immediately took a motorcycle matic N - Max parked in the garage.

"Good night ma'am" I said politely to Priska's mom.

"Fah night, have you eaten?" ask Priska.

"Oh, ma'am "I answered.

"I wear mbak, quickly back again kok" said Mr. Chess who was wearing a helmet and thrusting a helmet at me.

"Come, ma'am" I said politely, as I was sitting on a motorcycle.

"Be careful, don't speed" said Priska.

Mr Chess immediately start his motorcycle without asking where my home address, while in the bonanza of the Chess sir my feelings are not good, I don't know what kind of feeling? Mixing between awkwardness and discomfort.

"Do you know my home?" my question was a little loud opening sound in the middle of the noise of vehicles on the highway.

"Know" replied Chess sir briefly.

"When did you know my house? "

"Since six years ago, I was taken to the tomb of Mbah Kyai, isn't your house near there?" Chess sir asked.

"Yes, thank you sir for bothering to send me" I said.

"Same - same " replied Mr. Chess.

The motorbike drove normally so that only thirty minutes I had arrived in front of my house. On the terrace was sitting Fauzan alone, once the motorcycle stopped I immediately got off the motorcycle.

"Same - same" replied Mr. Chess with a smile.

I stepped towards my house while Mr. Chess had turned her motorcycle and darted away from my house like an ojekist who finished delivering his passengers.

"Assalamu'alaikum "my broom.

"Wa'alaikum salam, Motormu why mbak, how to ride ojek?" asked Fauzan when I wanted to go into my parents' house.

"So there was another meting outside with my boss, and it was just finished so I just took a motorcycle taxi, because if I go back to the office last night "I replied "Where is Afriana?" my many.

"Inside again the same PR gerjain Nafiss" replied Fauzan.

I went straight into the house to Afriana and Nafisa who were studying in Nafisa's room.

"Af, Naf, I was brought by - by the roasted chicken" I said as I walked into Nafisa's room while showing off a pack of roasted chicken to them.

"Happy!" afriana exclaimed in excitement and immediately hugged me.

"Well, this is delicious, I know if I want this chicken again" said Nafisa with twinkle eyes happier than Afriana.

"Tumbens? Don't don't you crave Naf anymore?" my question is full of search.

"Hah.." Nafisa's expression was confused.

"Hayo ngaku "cecarku.

"Wah do not know mbak, suddenly just saw there was a guardian student brought roasted chicken so pingin really, want to buy wait we payday" said Nafisa.

"Yes, have a meal tomorrow to the midwife, but I think you're filling it" I said, "Zan, here?" call me.

"Why did I come home screaming" replied Fauzan directly to see me.

"What the hell are you? tomorrow between Nafis to midwives, or now the mumpung is still open!" my orders.

"Why the hell ?" ask Fauzan again.

"Forgive, after a meal immediately to the midwife let in the same Fauzan !" my command "Same father where is he deserted ?" much

"Bushy father and father again chanting in his friend's house soon to go home " replied Nafisa while eating roasted chicken with ravenous, and eat a plate with Afriana.

"Yes, I took a shower first, Zan delivered Nafisa to the midwife, you know, you know, you know !" my spoken.

"Sir, are you pregnant?" fauzan asked in surprise at Nafisa.

"Don't know, mom, just a second... Wait a minute, maybe yes maybe yes, it should be yesterday the day after I got !" ucal Nafisa stopped eating.

"Alhamdulillah, if so!" exclaim Fauzan with a glowing face.

"You guys, I took a shower and you left" I said and immediately left them.