ANELIC

Chapter 24

Rajasa's steps are in a hurry. Soon it might open the door of Mr. Rajendra's endless house to amaze him. Now we are waiting inside. Rajasa penetrated the living room without looking at the painting as usual. He went straight to the second floor of Daisha's room. She bent her knees, clasping Daisha's hand sitting on the rocking chair, watching the glass window. Daisha is getting normal. From behind her hair looks neat.

"Where is Sekar? What's up?" asked Rajasa, awkward to see Daisha.

Just get up, grab Rajasa's arm.

"Come, come with me" said Sekar pulled Rajasa.

Rajasa. His heart is beating fast.

"Sit here. Daisha wants to say, "sekar's orders.

He looked at Daisha. "Rajasa has arrived Daisha, you can ask about the photo."

Rajasa scrunched his forehead. A little scared considering Daisha once looked at her sharply as she helped Abbas first.

Rajasa opened his mouth, stringing the characters, "Hi."

Daisha smiled gently. A genuine smile that illustrates what he really looks like. Daisha waves a hand greeting Rajasa with the same greeting.

"Hi."

Daisha's hand pointed at the photo of Mamah Rajasa as well as Mutia's mother in the novel. Ask for any information about the photo.

"Ah..Daisha wanted to know if it was really Mamahmu and his mother" Sekar responded to the confused Rajasa.

Rajasa sees Sekar at a glance and Sekar nods. Convince Rajasa.

Rajasa took a deep breath, then took it out. He will start a simple explanation from her for Daisha. Because actually Rajasa also does not know the details of the story.

"This is Mamahku the baker at Daisha Bakery. If this is Miss Mutia, your good mother. They are friendly and now equally happy in heaven" Rajasa stalled. The two people who had contributed to his life were gone. "Our living duty is to pray for it, not to trouble them with our bad deeds in the world" Rajasa said. He was constantly looking at the old photos of his mother.

Daisha was a little shocked to hear the news. Death is the source of his trauma. Just a little bit of a fret, fearing Daisha episodes relapse again. But ayu's face that increasingly looks normal actually carves a smile on her lips. Satisfied with Rajasa's explanation. The memories of the people closest to him have returned to him. He perfectly grasped the wounds he had. No longer hate like before.

"Well Daisha, now is the time to be more confident with yourself. I'm sure your mother smiled watching you look so beautiful today." Rajasa concluded.

He stood up, asking Sekar to take control. Daisha is not like Anelis or Sekar. Rajasa still has fear. I understand what Rajasa meant. He approaches Daisha, bending his knees again.

"Help tightly wound it with this novel. You deserve to be happy and make proud Bu Mutia," Sekar smiled widely and replied Daisha. "I'm out for a while, yes, you can reread this novel, or choose a bed rest. Can I leave you for a minute?" ask me carefully.

Daisha, who had been bothering Sekar, nodded, agreeing to Sekar's request. He also promised not to make trouble again. Daisha watched Sekar and Rajasa leave her room. They headed to the living room that was available for drinks and snacks at the table. Sekar did not leave Daisha completely. In that big house there were many domestic assistants. Abbas also entrusted Daisha to three nurses who helped him from the beginning. If there is an urgent problem, they can contact Abbas and Mr Rajendra.

"Diminum Sa first," Sekar ordered as he took a glass of orange juice and then straightened it.

"Abbas where? How lonely?" rajasa asked, not seeing Abbas or Rajendra sir.

"To Singapore with you this morning. That's why he asked me to come here. Though there have been other promises with me." replied Sekar annoyed. He put his glass back on the table until it sounded.

Rajasa was aghast, "Sabar Woy."

Just a sweet smile, "Gini boss continues." It seems he doesn't care about his words. Sekar took his handbag and got up. "I'm a regular Sa Kayak."

Walking straight open the main door. Looking over to Rajasa asks Rajasa to follow him immediately. Rajasa did not drink orange juice in his class, he went with Sekar. Sekar was standing right in front of Rajasa's car door.

"Eh. Okay," Rajasa deftly opened it for Sekar.

Rajasa's car sped away towards Sekar's destination.

"Hospital?" tanya Rajasa observes Sekar biting his nails.

Sekar. "Butik before the hospital," he replied without seeing Rajasa.

Both silent. Tinkling of their favorite song from indie band Homogenic mangalun lirih from Rajasa car audio. Just pressing the volume button hardens the song titled Little Time. They're crunchy.

After parking his car, Rajasa follows Sekar into a boutique that provides a variety of wedding dresses. The big glass door was opened by Sekar, he greeted the woman standing to the right of the door, friendly. Rajasa nodded his greeting sign to the boutique maid. Just climb the stairs specially designed by the boutique owner. On the second floor, a variety of wedding dresses are displayed along with mannequins that are so attractive to customers to see it.

"Good day Mom," Sekar greeted the woman with the meter around her neck, Ms. Siska, the boutique owner of Sekar's wedding dress acquaintance.

"Hey. Good day too. I haven't stopped by the boutique." They are cipiki ria.

"Busy Mom, lots of work. All the way through make sure."

Sekar was amazed to see his order, Ms. Siska was always good at translating Sekar's wishes.

"Where's Abbas? Let's try the tuxedo." said Ms. Siska. His head turned to look for Abbas, he found Rajasa.

His forehead frowned, the more visible the line of aging looked on his face.

"Ah. He met me with Abbas. Name's Rajasa. Sa acquaintance used to be with Bu Siska," orders Sekar with an elegant tone.

Rajasa always loses to instruski Sekar. He just according.

"Knees." Poking out at Ms. Siska who was met with a flirtatious smile was unclear. Rajasa hurriedly took off his hand.

Ms. Siska refocused on Sekar's dress. He asked two of his assistants to help Sekar try on the dress. After fifteen minutes, Sekar came out and saw how it looked to Bu Siska and Rajasa. The dress is so perfectly attached to the body Sekar. Highly proportional to the ideal height. Megan Markle married Prince Harry. Rajasa is stunned by Sekar's appearance. As a reminder, the wedding with Anelis did not begin to make a dress like this. Everything was sudden and prepared directly by Mamahnya.

"So beautiful," Ms. Siska chuckled in amazement at Sekar. "Abbas will be surprised to see you. It's a mlongo that's it." Ms. Siska pointed at Rajasa who was sculpting. Since Sekar tried the dress was told to sit down unwillingly.

Sekar reemerged, again an alluring smile for men. She lifted her dress up a little, put her feet closer to Rajasa. "Why? Pretty?" godanya.

Rajasa broke up instantly. Sometimes the opportunity for two comes unexpectedly. For what purpose try they have to face like that with Sekar wearing a wedding dress. She is beautiful, graceful, mature and perfect. Rajasa forgets his wife at home has started two-bodied.

Rajasa nodded. Call it so clumsy. His breath hunts, imagining Sekar really being his companion. It was fortunate that Sekar quickly turned around and headed towards the changing room. If not, Rajasa's sweat has poured out.

"I brought all of you. Abbas could not have made a shirt fitting," Sekar told Bu Siska. I heard disappointed there.

"About? Singapore? Mr Rajendra?"

Miss Siska to memorize the couple's habits. Three years ago, they were wearing wedding dresses. Which finally the completion is constantly delayed because of Sekar's request.

"Yep. Right Ma'am."

"Patiently yes. Sometimes love is like that. Patience awaits the couple" said Bu Siska rubbed Sekar's arm.

"This is the dress and the tuxedo." The waiter handed the two shopping bags to Sekar. Sekar said goodbye to Miss Siska.

Rajasa deftly takes over the shopping bag from Sekar's hands. Ms. Siska observed their movements. He drove up to the front of his loyal customer's boutique. Waiting for the car that took them away and gone.

"Something moves to another heart" Siska said to herself. He also closed the big glass button.

Rajasa and Sekar continue their journey to the hospital. Not going in as usual. He took the initiative to invite Rajasa to eat at a restaurant near the hospital. Rajasa once again said. Like being bewitched by the charm of Sekar.

"Good food. But it's better greentea. So I pesen it alone," said Sekar while opening the menu list.

Rajasa did the same. He chose a coffee latte combined with tiramisu.

"Why did Abbas go to Singapore?" ask Rajasa before drinking his order through a straw.

"Prince Rajendra's business habits. I don't know until when I think it's gini. Abbas never had time, always busy returning the same family of Mr. Rajendra," said Sekar, suddenly lightly explained all.

"Reply?"

"Yes. Abbas was orphaned, and Mr. Rajendra took care of him. But for a long time my heart withered as well if diginiin continue. Tired of it." Now back up his drink. Without pause then put the glass in a piss.

"Propsy. Could break a glass,"

"Hehe. Forgot Sa. What are you doing?"

"Where's what?" tanya Rajasa plays her glass straw.

"Single? Singles, what is marriage?" tanya Sekar was curious. He has been together a lot but he doesn't know much about Rajasa.

Rajasa. What question is this. He wants to answer that he is married, but is afraid that his closeness to Sekar will change.

"Jomblo. Uh single." said Rajasa quickly. Immediately drink up. Hiding nervous over his lies.

"Ehm.. Okay then. I go in first. When are we talking again. Ah I paid you can go right away."

He moved from his chair to the hospital quickly. Waving your hands while focusing on the front. Just like at Mr. Rajendra's house. It was just that time, he waved at Abbas.

Rajasa. I don't understand what Sekar means. But he did not care, even though today his tongue revealed a different fact. Sometimes a dark relationship begins with a lie. Opportunities that keep each other going. After this there will be another meeting. She always called him to come, again and again.