ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXXIX: Hunting Gift

The big house seemed closed. The atmosphere around was also quiet. I have pushed the bell many times, but no one has appeared. Usually someone opens the door. I was disappointed. It seems like no one is home. I automatically twisted my body, leaving the mansion.

“Mas!”

Suddenly a voice called out to me. I turned back, found a head sticking out from behind the closed fence. I've never seen this guy before. Maybe he's a new assistant or who.

“Again looking for Mbak Dahlia huh?” ask the man. I have not yet stated the purpose of arrival. But it was as if the man could guess what was inside his head.

“Iya. Dahlia's mom?” my many.

“Wah, no one else is home, Mas. All the more on to Yogya.”

“Ke Yogya? Why?”

“There is a family of mothers who are married again, so everyone goes there. This house again empty.”

“Oh, when do you go home, Mas?”

“Mother said yesterday anyway about a week,” replied the young man politely. Judging from his appearance, he might be a few years younger than me. He looks good and well mannered, with an innocent face.

“Who is this?” manya curious.

“I Danu, Mas. Just worked one week yesterday.”

“Oh, pantesan I never saw. Okay then I'll just go home. Later if Dahlia comes home, just tell him to look for Abi. He already knows kok.”

I think it's a bit reckless that the Dahlia family entrusted the house to a man who only worked a week. Already rife news in the newspaper, sometimes there are maids or housekeepers commit crimes by working with robbers to cook the contents of the house when the owner of the house is not there. I hope Danu is not that kind of guard.

Hope to invite Dahlia to Farhan's wedding invitation is dashed, because Dahlia went to Yogya for a week because of family matters. Months like this, indeed the month of married people, because soon enter the month of Ramadan. Of course there are many invitations. That is, we also have to prepare a special budget for this. Is my day just a student who has no income?

I was once again in disappointment. In addition to miss the presence of Dahlia, Farhan's wedding will be held in three days. I had invited Andre to come together, but he had invited Inneke instead. So, complete is my solitude, like a sandal that lost a partner.

There was actually a Baras I was about to take, but it was a bit disinclined as well. It is certain that he refused, because maybe he was traumatized by the wedding of Lusi in Malang some time ago. It feels lazy to come to Farhan's wedding party alone. It seems like I don't have a partner. The stock of the girl in my life is over. There's no way to take Ms. Roffi, because she's still having trouble with her ex-husband. I could have been beaten up by him again. Or maybe Tia Wijayanti? It doesn't seem either. I was afraid that he would get carried away.

Said a friend, a girl when invited to the wedding, must have a special meaning for the man. Because, the man seems to want to announce to the audience that in this girl is a prospective partner. I don't want to repeat the same mistake. So who am I supposed to take?

Contract conditions are empty. Doni was busy preparing for his sister's wedding. So did Farhan. Of course, the prospective groom must be surrounded. Andre I rarely met in the contract. Apparently, he had started downstream at the home of the prospective in-laws. Me? Downstairs to the toilet because of the mules!

Now you think, Ndre. Is getting married just fun? The weight is commitment. Especially if you live in the home. Welcome to the strange world of home!

As a result of Farhan's wedding plans, I slightly forgot about the final work. In fact, I dare not make a schedule of assistance with Mr. Kusumo. I focus more on preparing mentally when present at Farhan's wedding later. It seems kind of creepy coming to the wedding alone.

I was a little confused as to what to bring to the party. Is it some money or gift? If it's a gift, what should I buy? I'm really good at things like this. I don't know why women usually know better. Confused, who could be asked for consideration of this matter.

In the turmoil, I walked down the stalls lined in Surabaya Plaza to hunt for gifts. Items with various brands are really interesting to buy. Obviously the price is not cheap, so I am not desperate to bargain. In the past, my mother once gave a gift of bed linen with roses when my cousin in Kediri got married. When should I give Farhan a rose-flagged bed sheet? Isn't it too feminine? Fear of being wrong, do not be unappealing.

Then I gave myself to visit a special booth of household appliances. There are many different types of equipment with attractive models, but the price is quite draining bags. For example, I had seen a unique trash can that cost up to hundreds of thousands of rupiah. In fact, if you want to buy in the market the price of tens of thousands is also good. After all, its function is only to put the trash!

Out of desperation, I went back down the mall in shaky steps. This is what it feels like to have no one. Friends already have their own partners, girlfriends are not there, so everywhere is alone. Means the song Koes Plus whose title is ‘Budjangan’ is not entirely true. The proof, I began to feel uncomfortable because it was too long alone.

A bunch of women in sexy clothes passed in plain sight, as if waving, showing her smooth thighs. I swallowed spit. The first view is sustenance, the next is sin. I want to miss it, but baby.

“Om Abi!”

The screams of a child calling out to me as I went down the escalator to the ground floor. I looked up, saw a girl with her mother carrying a bag of groceries.

Oh my God, they are a problem! Want to avoid, but it does not taste good because it has already seen. I threw a small smile at the sweet little boy. While the mother also seems to have the wrong behavior to see me. I hope they don't come near.

Arriving on the ground floor, I sped up to dodge, but the boy's mother's voice stopped me.

“Bi! Wait!”

“Eh, yes Bu Roffi!”

I paused for a moment. For some reason every time I faced off against Ms. Roffi, I felt trapped in a romance drama with episodes of many volumes. Paras Bu Roffi with all the gestures he has, like a drama queen who plays the latest episode of a soap opera.

Stupidly, I couldn't resist when Ms. Roffi was practicing lunch at a fast-food restaurant. There's not much I'm talking about, just some light talk. I actually wanted to tell her that her ex-husband had done badly. That's better I cut down. I just wish I could escape all this madness. All right, I must establish my heart, that all this is an illusion. I don't understand all the smiles and sweet words of Ms. Roffi. I assume everything is poison.

I'm sorry, Mrs Roffi! For now I don't want to add to the long list of names of women who have filled my life sheet. May you only be a little story that I soon forget on the way.

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