ALINEA LOVE

63

After weeks of fighting with himself just to avoid the painful reality, he can now live his days more quietly. Many new things she learned after receiving an explanation about her husband's past. The burden slowly disappeared as time passed.

"Darling, it looks like I'll be home a little later that night" said Almeer, who had just walked down the steps of his house to his wife who was arranging rice and side dishes in the lunch box for lunch.

"Because of papa's actions, these few months you are very busy ...," complained Sora.

Almeer approached his wife in the kitchen, "alhamdulillah loh, dear. Thanks to papa and you and the office I'm more familiar with people,"

"But when we were both very close, Bie ...,"

Almeer hugged Sora from behind, wrapped his arms around Sora and leaned his chin on his wife's shoulder. "I'm sorry, honey."

Sora nodded, she pulled her hand back and rubbed her husband's hair, "yes, Bie. I'm sorry I want too much ...,"

"Later if the office income has been increased, I can buy additional equipment and add new employees, dear. God willing, in the future I'll have plenty of time for you,"

Sora turned her body, looking at her husband. Almeer's hands were still faithfully coiled around his slender waist.

"How much do you need, Bie? How about my money?" ask Sora.

Almeer shook his head, "thank you for the offer, honey. Keep your money okay ...," said Almeer.

"But, Bie .., I want to help you too. Why can't it be, anyway?" ask Sora.

"Thank you for helping me, honey. I'm still healthy and I can still make a living. As long as I can, let me fulfill my own duty yes, dear," Almeer pinta with a gentle smile and her shady eyes.

Sora let out a short sigh, "yes, yes ...," he said, "this is what you want?" sora asked, her eyes glancing at Almeer's embrace.

"He'em, he wants to keep going" replied Almeer.

"I'm late later. The boss should be a good role model,"

Almeer smiled with anxiety and gave a brief kiss on his wife's lips.

"Bie!" Sora was shocked and hit her husband, "if you see Siti's mom, how?" He looked out the middle room window, Siti who was sweeping in the side yard.

"You're gemesin, anyway!" Almeer clenched his teeth in a fit of anxiety and then took off his arms, "are you ready?" ask Almeer.

"Udah, Noodle." Sora closes Almeer's lunchbox and gives it to Almeer.

"Thank you, baby," said Almeer, he put his provisions in the bag.

"Together, Bie," replied Sora. He tidied a few dishes on the table and took them to the dishwasher.

"I'm using the same engine as your car, yeah, Bie." Almeer leaves Sora and goes to the carport.

"Yes, Bie. I finish this first," Sora continued to wash the dishes.

Living nearly two months independently with Almeer leaves Sora with additional skills he did not previously possess and did not intend to possess.

Now she can do some housework. Such as washing dishes, sweeping neatly, mopping even if less skilled, cooking even though limited peeled off cooking ingredients and turning on the stove only. Her most notable skill was making her husband's tea using her own hands.

Little by little Sora learned many new things when married. Actually Almeer did not demand him to do all that, he actually felt bad if he saw Sora doing things that he had never done before.

"Bu Siti! We're leaving first, aren't we?" sora shouted from the living room of her house.

"Yes, Mommy!" Siti half ran towards the front yard to close back the fence after the young couple left the house.

"Come, Bie ..," asked Sora, he kissed her husband's hand before getting into the car.

"Honey, be careful if you want to find clients in Batu," said Almeer.

"Yes, Bie. Ready it!"

"Yes, get in the car."

"Assalamu'alaikum ...," Sora said then got into his car which Almeer had mixed into the road.

"Wa'alaikumsalam ..," Almeer said.

As usual, Sora went to drive his car while Almeer rode his motorcycle. The two always go hand in hand and apart at a great crossroad. Sora to his mother's shop which is located is indeed different from the Almeer office.

***

This afternoon Sora and Priska went to meet someone who wanted to cooperate with the shop owned by Dusk. Sora deliberately invited Priska, one of the marketing stores where he lived in the city of Batu. So Sora did not have to worry about losing his direction in the city he had just tracked.

Sora and Priska sit in the cafe of a hotel in the hilly area of Batu city. Previously they had already received news if the arrival of their client would indeed be late because it was stuck in a long traffic jam from the city of Kediri to the city of Batu.

"Not come yet this person?" lamented Sora, he put his phone that had begun to heat because he used to watch his favorite musician MV.

"I'm confused about what else? where's the battery gonna abis." Sora played the spoon in his drink glass that had run out a few minutes ago.

"What's the big draw from Kediri?" Priska looks at the maps application on her phone. "Yes, Ma'am. The red mark is redder than the red of blood!" Priska shows her phone screen on Sora.

"We wait or what, right?" ask Sora.

"If we stay kasian too, Ma'am. Far away from Kediri, got stuck, until here we do not meet."

"Try connecting, Pris. Where are they in position? It's almost ashar."

Priska nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."

Sora left his seat, trying to unwind by going out of the cafe.

The sun began to lean towards the west and fog started to fall around the hotel, cold air began to sharply slip behind the fibers of the robe cloth worn by Sora.

The dark green-blamed woman rubbed both upper arms to ward off the cold that was rubbing against her skin. He stepped down the courtyard of the cafe, watching the koi fish swarming towards him as he approached their pond.

Sora drew closer to the edge of the fish pond and swung his hand over the crowd of fish as if to feed him.

"Sora!"

Sora turned his head when someone called his name, he looked up and was surprised to see who was calling him.

A middle-aged woman with a stick in her hand was standing not far in front of her. Sora stood up lazily and wanted to avoid it immediately.

"Sora! Please let me talk to you!"

Sora brushed aside the hand of the woman who pulled her arm until it fell.

"Geez!" the cry of the little boy caught Sora's attention.

A little boy and a woman he knew ran over to the woman who was falling down. They are Moza and Cloe, Clara's stepdaughter and step-granddaughter.

"Why is aunt Sora evil to Omaku?" cloe Sent.

Some people around the cafe and hotel noticed Sora, coming to judge Sora's unworthy actions on the frail-looking old lady.

"Cloe, it can't be like that, honey." Moza gently warned her daughter. He helped his stepmother stand up.

"Aunty has to apologize to Omaku?" cloe's Pinta.

Sora snorted in annoyance and looked dejectedly at Clara.

"Cloe!" Moza slightly yelled at her daughter, "don't be disrespectful to adults!"

"Tante Sora's been nasty to Oma, Ma ...." Cloe still blames Sora.

Sora left her place, but Clara pulled her arm again.

"Let me talk to you for a second, Sora. Just five minutes,"

Sora brushed Clara's hand back, this time not using all her strength.

"I want to apologize to you, Sora," said Clara, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I did to you and your mother" he continued.

Sora ignored Clara's request.

"I've seen your mother and your twin brother for a long time" Clara said, stopping Sora's intention to leave. "They told me never to see you, but maybe fate led me to you. Twice we met accidentally and maybe I should apologize to you in person."

Sora was silent, staring at both of Clara's eyeballs. There is no lie there.

"I sincerely apologize to you, Sora. Forgive me for what I did."

Sora turned to look at Moza who was holding Clara's arm, the woman just stared flat as if she did not want to engage in the conversation. Without answering anything, Sora rushed back into the cafe approaching Priska.

"Where, Pris?" ask Sora.

"The brand has escaped from the traffic jam, Ma'am. Maybe half an hour later they arrive" answered Priska.

"Alhamdullillah if that's the case," Sora sat back in his chair tidying his belongings into the bag, "I went to the mosque first yes, Pris."

"Yes, Mommy."

Sora went to the mosque around the hotel. Because it has not entered the time of Ashar prayer, so there are only a few people in the mosque.

Sora sat on the terrace of the mosque, he pulled out his phone and tried to contact Sky.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Sky," Sora said as the phone was connected.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, why?" ask Sky.

"Sky, I met Aunt Clara ...," said Sora without further ado.

There was no response from Sky.

"She said you and your mom had met her?" ask Sora.

"Yes ..," Sky answered briefly.

"He's apologizing to you?"

"Yes,"

"Mom sorry about her?"

"Yes,"

"Look!" Sora began to feel annoyed at his brother's reply.

"Just know him, don't get involved with him!" sergeant Sky.

"Why didn't you tell me?" sora protests.

"Just follow what Mama says, don't argue. Mama has forgiven him, does not mean mama can forget his actions," said Sky.

"Mama told us to stay away from her?"

"Have your ears been hard to accept sounds from others?" sky asked annoyed.

"It must have hurt Sky?"

"What?"

"Can't be with the people we love because of the bad things of the past."

No response from Sky.

"Yes udah—"

"Remember my message, Ra! Avoid him as much as possible!"

Sora let out a long sigh, "yes ..., I hung up the phone, Assalamu'alaikum," Sora ended his phone call.

For a moment he felt sorry for Sky. He recalled the story that Almeer, Moza and his twin brother experienced.

Soon after the ashar adhan reverberated, Sora immediately carried out his obligations.

***

"I'm sorry we are, Ma'am .. because we are stuck in traffic, our meeting becomes molor until gini night,"

Sora looked at the circular clock in his hand which showed the middle of six and seven, "Still Afternoon. Sir," he said.

"If so I say goodbye first, hopefully our cooperation can be smooth yes, Ms. Sora."

"God willing, Mr. Ikhram."

"Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sir."

Ikhram and two of his employees left. While Sora invites Priska to go to the mosque to perform the late Maghrib prayer he did.

After praying Maghrib Sora and Priska left the hotel. Sora drove Priska first back home to his house not far from the center of Batu.

"Almost yuk, Ma'am." take Priska before getting out of the car.

"Thank you, Pris. I just go straight. It's not good if my husband comes home earlier than me." Sora refused subtly.

Priska nodded, "OK, Ma'am. Still paving the way, right?" ask Priska.

"Yes, stay straight, right?"

"Priska nodded and got out of the car, "be careful, Ma'am ..," Priska said after being outside the car, then closing Sora's door.

Sora immediately drove his vehicle away from Priska's house. A moment later his phone behind the wheel shook. The photo and Almeer's name appeared there.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bie."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, darling. What will I do if I come home later?" ask Almeer.

"The steamed polu in place usually it is, Bie. Wear jam srikaya, yes ...," pinta Sora.

"Okay, ready!"

"Eh, Bie. Ask for help making my order fathers who usually yes, not his son."

"Why? The tumben? Is it different?" ask Almeer.

"Don't know, Bie. I want to make her father."

"Hahaha, okay, honey,"

"Thank you, Bie ...,"

"You're still on your way home?"

"Yes, Bie. New nganter—"

A brief vibration rang out from his phone and a moment later the phone screen turned dark.

"Well, the batteries are running out" Sora complained and then focused back on the streets.

Sora continued to advance his vehicle, but he felt strange because he did not find the main road of Batu city leading to the city of Malang.

"So I've really taken the path, but how is it different now?"

The road is not too wide. The houses are also not too close because there are several plantations in the area.

"I'm lost?" his weakness.

Sora tries to find a place to turn around to get back to his starting position out of the Priska house alley. But, suddenly he felt the speed of his car was not as comfortable as earlier and felt small shocks. He immediately pulled over his vehicle and got out to check the state of his car.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim! How can you suddenly deflate?" Sora complained when he saw the front and rear right tires of his car deflated.

He looked around. No people, deserted. Around it there is only a vegetable plantation and a simple house.vehicle also passed. Sora ventured to go to the only house of the people.

"Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum ..," said Sora after knocking on the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam ...," a voice from inside the house was heard, before long the door of the house opened. The old woman who was still wearing a face looked astonished to find a guest she did not know.

"Who, huh?" ask the woman.

"I'm Sora, Grandma" Sora replied.

"Sora who? Whose son?" ask the woman again.

"The Son of Heaven Haidar Subagio, his wife Sagara Almeer."

The old grandmother shook her head, "i don't know" he said.

"That's my father's name and my husband's name, Grandma."

"I didn't ask you to tell me" the grandmother murmured.

"So my grandmother asked, so I answered."

The grandmother shook her head again, "no!"

"Belg ...." Sora immediately regained consciousness from this useless debate,

"Emmb, gini gini, Grandma. I'm Sora, that's ...." Sora pointed at his car, "my car tyre is deflated. I want to ask for help—"

"I don't have a pump, if you want to go to his house Mbah Karto there. Mbah Karto usually pumps his own pancakes."

Well, the wind contents of the car tires use a pump as thin as I can, Grandma. Inner Sora.

"Far But his house, through back here ...," continued the Grandma.

"Emm, no Grandma. I want to pinjem charger hape only can I? hitchhiker charge hape here, hape I die. I want to call my friend whose house is in the area."

"Oooh, let's go in."

Sora smiled in relief, he entered the house. Sitting on a chair made of rattan whose ties are not neat.

"Here, Nduk!" The grandmother gave Sora a black-hape charger.

But Sora was disappointed to see the rounded end of the charger, "Is there nothing else, Grandma?" ask Sora.

"Destroyed, this is the most recent."

Sora thinned her lips in disappointment. How could he call Priska and ask for help like this?

"Udah, just call. I got a lot of pulses, same as my son in the pulse yesterday." The grandmother took the old phone and gave it to Sora.

"But I don't have my friend's phone number."

"Yes the phone you dialed, Nduk." The grandmother returned her phone.

Sora is forced to accept it, he thinks whose number he remembers. Even Almeer's number he never remembered.

"Dragon!" Pekiknya, then smoothly Sora pressing the keys of the phone keypad that has almost illegible writing.

Peware ...

Peware ...

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ga! It's Sora. What are you in Surabaya? I'm lost in Batu ...."

***

Sora gulped down the warm tea that Aning, the grandmother whom she had asked for help with. The atmosphere of the stone city was getting colder and colder. It had been nearly an hour since he had informed Aga of his whereabouts, the man had yet to show up as well. Maybe the weekend makes the road to the city of Batu quite dense.

The road in front of Aning's house was dark and quiet, there were no street lights. Illumination only from the terrace of the residents whose distance is countless. Indeed, Aning's house is the last house of the people in the village. After that it was just the plantation.

A dim light was seen from the direction of the village, Sora who saw it immediately stood up and looked in front of the house. There was a light from the car lights that were getting closer and stopped in front of Aning's house.

"For a long time, Ga!" sora protests when the man gets out of the car.

"From this place it's hard" replied Aga.

Sora just sneered.

"That's your husband, anyway?" ask Aning.

Sora shook his head quickly, "no, Grandma! No!" refute Sora.

"Ooh ..., what a handsome guy, huh? Grandma likes ...," Aning's tease.

Sora giggled and Aga just kept silent as usual.

Sora approached Aning, "Sir, I put the car first. Tomorrow someone's gonna be here with that car.

"Yes, Nduk."

"Thank you for helping me, Grandma. I say goodbye, Assalamu'alaikum ...,"

"Ma'alikumsalam ...,"

Sora and Aga get into the car and leave Aning's house.

"Why don't you tell Almeer? Let him pick you up?" sora protests.

"Who will go down to Malang jammed just want to ngabarin him," said Aga.

"Loh, you're in the Stone?"

Aga nodded.

"How long in the Rock?"

Aga just sighed and silently looked at the streets.

Along the way, Sora and Aga were silent, there was no talk. Sora hopes to arrive home before Almeer.

But the assumption is wrong. When he arrived home, Almeer was waiting for him in front of the fence.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bie." Sora ran over to Almeer.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, darling. Where the hell are you going? You okay?" ask Almer to panic.

"I was lost, Bie. Trus—"

"Why can you be like him?" Almeer looked at the man who had just stepped out of the car driving Sora. His face looks upset, not liking the togetherness of Sora and Aga.

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