Sensational Husband
Thirty Eight
Among all the stories written, there is a funny story, the girl who is often coughed due to his ridiculous behavior, caught on camera by reporters selling yam chips. Isn't his father a director of a large company? What's wrong with her?
Ah, there are many more sensational news about Alexa. The cases became a trending topic at the time. Dealing with the police is like it's been a daily meal for him.
“Nih, Alexa Lian.” Jacob puts his cell phone to the table right in front of Azlan. “Graduate University of Germany.”
Azlan's gaze led to Jacob's cell phone screen. It looks like a photo of Alexa posing like a model star with a manyun mouth there, his expression is funny and honestly Azlan likes. Everything that Alexa posts is flooded with thousands of comments.
“Alexa Lian, her followers are tiled, she is more than just an artist,” explained Jacob who immediately opened an account owned by Alexa because he was curious, who is the real Alexa?
“Ck ck's... “Azlan mutters. Precisely Alexa's behavior that harms others makes it known to many people.
He was arrested for drugs. Does he still touch that stuff? why is Alexa so afraid of the dark? Azlan shook his head, why follow the kepo.
“So it's Alexa, the Governor just lost fame. Cook the hell you do not know who is the girl who became nonanya lo it?” arul.
Azlan, of course, never knew about such a matter. What does he need to know? If talking about the Qur'an that until now he is still learning, maybe Azlan knows better.
“He likes to make a scene everywhere. I like to do things beyond reason. And adorable,” continued Arul while glancing one eye.
“Wash your mind first!” Azlan rubbed Arul's face with his palm. “In fact, you need a lot of beristighfar.”
Arul laughed instead. “Sorry Lan, indeed gini from the sonna. Love the same gemes chick like Alexa.”
“It looks like you need to be known to pesantren girls so that girls can lead you to the real road.”
“Gue mah is young. Do not need to be guided, briefly if you have become a new grandfather led.”
The phone in Azlan's pants pocket rang. Azlan reached into his phone and saw an unknown number calling. Azlan suddenly remembered his Mother's message this morning.
‘You'll call Mekka later. The number is short again Mother send.’
Those were the words of Mother Dinda, making Azlan remember the end of the number was the same as the number that now called her. Azlan had not yet fulfilled his mother's mandate to call Mecca, but Mecca had already called first.
Azlan felt awkward answering the phone. Talking to the girl who will be the future wife feels different from when she talks to the girls in the office who have not held any status towards her. Oh God.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam. Why haven't you called this number yet? mother tell you to call, let you know Mekka. Let you share with him.” It was not the voice of the foreign girl that Azlan heard, but the voice of his mother.
Azlan's awkwardness faded. Because it turns out that the interlocutor is now his own mother.
“Bun, sorry. I've been busy.” since
“What is still busy?”
“No, kok.”
“Can Mommy talk for a moment? Mother is not urging you, Mother just wants to get to know your future wife. Faster is better, isn't it? This is now Mother again the same Mecca. Your prospective in-laws cook well and send Mekka nganterin rantang to the house, the contents of your favorite parchment, there is also a chicken opor. Unfortunately you are not here. You talk to Mekka for a while.”
TB