12 FORMER

PART 22 AND I FIND YOU

“Soak, get Mama sugar,” Pinta Mama who is busy churning something in a pot.

“Gula? Which one is Ma? Brown sugar, what is white sugar?” I stopped eating, stood up from sitting down.

“Red sugar only. Uh, everything! Deck,” says Mama confused.

I get everything Mama asked for, put it down while asking, “Mama make what the hell?”

“Make porridge dear. You are 3 months pregnant. Mama knows you don't want people to know, but it's a tradition baby. Usually if 3 months make the same box of rice cake, but later the neighbors on ask again. So Mama make red porridge, while offering prayers so that the healthy little one survived until birth,” said Mama little explained.

I'm nagging as necessary, “Keep who's between?” I asked while busy tasting small crumbs of brown sugar.

“Let's have aunty between.”

“Adek to the room first yes Ma, sleepy. Later wake up, if Fint come,” order me before moving from the kitchen.

“Kok sleeping anyway Sya, still daylight nak.”

“Tick Ma, not strong,” I said spoiled.

Looks like Mama thought for a moment, then said, “Yes, already. Sleep there.”

I immerse myself in a blanket of tired cures, lay myself in.

You know! 6 Days ago, Fint and I held a private application at one of his family's hotels.

Actually, I do not intend to continue our relationship, but seeing the seriousness of Fint made my stance crumble.

I sat in silence, muttering sadly staring at the navel, my stomach was about to grow bigger, it was going to get fat and ugly. Fint must be disgusted to see me?

Suddenly my mood changed. These few days, the sharp eyes of the man were dancing on my eyes. I took a long breath once again, rubbing my dear stomach that had not yet shown signs of bloating, “Honey, when can you meet Papa you?”

Lord, let me meet him, even if it is just a blink of an eye.

The afternoon sun almost sank in the western horizon, scratching the brush of reddish orange sky color. A few minutes ago I woke up from sleep, took a shower, and now I'm walking towards the kitchen. The boxes where the porridge is clean are not left on the table, must have been delivered to the neighbors near the house.

My gaze circled around, I did not see Mama in the kitchen, only Bi Sumi who was busy wiping the table.

While I was busy fetching water, Ms. Sumi seemed to wipe her wet hands onto her long skirt (finished washing her hands).

“Mbak, this is the porridge only 1. Neighbor on the right side of the house. Aunty was there her man had not come home, still working she said. Usually go home from maghrib,”, said Bu Sumi told me, pointing to a black plastic bag on top of the refrigerator. “It also has cake. Mother earlier order ‘don't forget given’. I'm sorry, Auntie wants to go home. Mr. sick, no one to look after.”

Instantly it was also the taste of my mother suddenly appeared, “Auntie porridge already?”

“Already mbak, this I want to bring,” said Bi Sumi lifting the black plastic bag she was holding.

“Ya already, then Aunt just go home. Later porridge next door neighbor, let me inter.”

Before Bi Sumi actually came home, I gave up a little extra for her husband's medical expenses, they were both like our own family. Mama and Papa always teach to help others, especially to the people closest to us, because they are also the ones who will help us someday.

At 18:37, I was waiting for Mama to watch TV for an hour, but Mama didn't come home yet. I stopped my watching, rushed to the kitchen to pick up a plastic bag containing a box of cookies and porridge on the table. Stepping out of the house, walking surely towards the next door neighbor's house.

There was a white Terios parked in front of the house. A little surprised, when he knew the gate was unlocked. I easily snuggled into the courtyard of a large sandy house (the new house, still in the construction stage).

I knocked on the door a few times, but no one opened it. Upset waiting, I decided to walk around to the side of the house.

I snorted, twisted my body in annoyance. It's free for me to wait a long time, just go home, I said in my heart.

Not yet stepped, suddenly the sound of the door leaf opened slowly. Next sound, “Who is it?”

That voice! I heard it in my dreams last night. Holy hooch! Am I dreaming?

Automatically turned his head, staring at the half-naked figure in front of me: wearing only black knee-length shorts. Her wet hair was scattered in a mess with a towel in hand.

Our eyes were both whistling at each other. Jakunnya up and down (swallowing spit) as if not believing to see my appearance, as well as with me (sticking eyes).

I don't believe, I really don't. My body was frozen, my tongue was twisted, my heart was beating faster than usual.

“Mm, ngg, you,” he said not finished.

Quiescent. My tongue is heavy like a locked rusty padlock, hard to open.

“Enter. I change clothes first,” he said turn around.

This leg did not even step, just stood staring at the back it left. Not yet entered the house, he suddenly turned around. Staring at me for a moment, smiling, then walking towards me.

Both heels of my feet were slowly dragging backwards, perhaps I was still unsure of my own vision.

The look on her face was surprised to see my reaction, a second later she smiled thinly while tapping my forehead with her index finger tips slowly.

“Come in, I can catch a cold,” he said grabbed my wrist, took me inside the house.

I sat down, looking at the door. I just want to run, but why?

Didn't expect to be able to meet this easily, after a few months ago confused looking for him. Yesterday I was almost desperate: wanting to meet him. Now I have met you and want to run away.

My eyes glanced thinly at the door of the room near the stairs that were still tightly closed, the man was changing clothes.

This side door turned out to connect between the kitchen with the side yard, a large long window attached next to it. I sat on the sofa bed in the lounge, not far from the kitchen. This house looks very spacious, minimal furniture, obviously this is a new house.

“What do you want to drink?” asked the man to throw my daydreams away. I gasped in shock, he was already standing in front of the kitchen table.

“Eng-don't do. I was just giving Mama,” pesenan I said standing up from sitting walking up to him—putting a plastic bag on the table. Hurry up to turn around, go.

“Nesya,” call him say my name correctly.

Oi! How did he know my name?

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Morning all. finally Miels can be up date.

Don't get bored waiting yes 🤗

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