Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest
Finally
“You really like standing in front of the window..” Ariel hugged me from behind and buried her face in my neck. We are still in the Pulogadung Metro Police Station to undergo further checks. I'm in order to rest my brain from the various possibilities that occur. Just stand in front of one of the windows in front of the emergency stairs and stare at the street in front of me that is jammed.
Just look at the road users. With my mind still empty.
I don't want to think about anything.
Except for one thing...
“Cold to go home and sleep.” murmured. I turned towards Ariel and slowly touched her lips with mine.
I kissed her in front of the window, at the police station.
In front of people who are at work and passing by.
“Claudia,” his hisses warned me.
"You're a lunatic, want a tiduuur. But before that we stop by first to Bakso Wonogiri huh? Yea? Yes?” I'm starting to sulk. I need a good meal.
“Bakso in front there? It's also good that I'm told you Mr. Ipda-“
“Nggaaak want meatballs wonogiriiii” I start whining.
“Iyaaa yesaa, but the inspection is not finished.”
“We are not Arieeeel's patients, we will not run away! Later in the afternoon just come back here can not?!”
“I asked yaaaaa first, be patient,” she let go of her embrace.
“Others have it, you are here just me.” I pulled his arm back and hung it along my waist.
“Well how to try?! My time is just yelling from here?!”
“Oh gini anyway it turns out that you are spoiled again.” Arka's behind Ariel. He came while carrying a stack of documents. “Today you in front of me pretentious-sok’an strong turns.”
I looked back at his face, so I threw my face to the side.
“Depends on who I'm dealing with. You said you don't like spoiled girls.” I said.
“Iya I mean be spoiled for drama and always depend on others.” Tymphal Archa
“I'm being myself right now, my husband lets me be what I am.” I'm sorry if I say this. But I want him out of here.
“Hm..” Arka nodded slightly. I memorized this pose, he was thinking something serious. “I think if really love, whatever happens to the couple must look good in our eyes huh?”
“I accept you as you were.” Mumbles.
“I'm sorry. I was wrong.’
“I'm sorry, but I'm not forgetting. Please stay away from me.”
Then a momentary silence.
Until one of the plainclothes policemen approached us, “Mas Arka, a file was needed in the investigation room.” Said.
“Ah, good Sir.” Answer Arka.
“For witnesses, if you want to go home for a while please, we will call back if there is further examination.”
I think this cop must have heard my proposal to Ariel just now.
So soon we were alone, sitting quietly in Raden Arya's car, with the driver were his friends who looked fierce and tattooed.
“Ariel, I want to talk.” I said in the car.
“Can't be at home?”
“If at home I will forget.”
“Omongannya difficult?”
I let out a breath. “Ariel, please..” I clutched Ariel's hand while looking into her eyes, I hope she understands my wishes at this time. “This is the last time we do something for the will of others. From now on, please do something based on our wishes only, our own little family only. We also have our own dreams Ariel. I'm tired of this all the time.”.
“I think the same as you.”
“What dream? All this time I never knew.”
“I. Around the world, Kulineran abroad, mountain climbing, Rent Mandalika circuit for motor racing, jump from the top of the waterfall to the bottom, maintain the Tiger.”.
“Your dream, Ariel. Not desires. Your dream for your future life.” My fizz.
“My dreams.. but don't laugh.”.
I was silent for a moment, “Can you laugh first? Even though I don't know your answer yet.”
“Ya I've been quiet.”
“The story is silent.”
“Ya already.”
“What's your dream? Promise me not to laugh.” I formed the sign ‘damai’ with my hand.
“My dreams... I want to keep you happy always. You smile at me every day, even in times when we fight. A forced smile is okay as long as I'm not considered No.”
I'm silent
She's quiet.
Two people in front of us.
Ill-mannered.
It was my fault I was talking in a car driven by someone else.
“I have a hard time creating Ariel. If I'm angry I reog.” My answer.
“I don't expect to get it all anyway, his name is also dream.”
“Your dream is simple. But it's hard.”
“That's.”
And then the state of the car is silent.
They took me to Papah's house. In this condition I need a lot of people to look after us, and Papah's house is the right choice.
I think I'll move there soon. I wish I was with my mom too.
**
No, I didn't move to papah's house.
My mom said that Ariel and I had to own our own house even if we contracted.
“Nduk, I'm sorry, you and Ariel have to stay separate from Papah and ibuk. You already have your own family. Yes ngontrak can, ngekos can, or just occupy your Father's house. A little renovation will be good again.”
And Papah agreed with my mother.
But my feelings seemed unwilling to see my mother living apart from me.
It's weird for me.
Because he lived with me every day, it was strange that we suddenly lived apart.
There is a sense of worry, there is a sense of boredom, more goosebumps anyway when he saw he looked towards Papah with a gaze full of romance. Especially when they were talking to each other, it felt like we were just mosquitoes.
That's why we were told to stay apart.
“You married first the new legal I want to be told to stay misah,” I said.
Anyway, I'll watch them both. I want my mom to stay ‘suci’ anyway.
In that position, Ariel's phone rang. He picked up his phone but said nothing. Just said ‘Ya Pak’ and ‘we get there’. Ariel picked up her phone. His face looked wrinkled.
“Honey,” hiss to me, “Bu Kencana is in the hospital again. Lapas said it looks like it can not be placed in an ordinary room, must be under the supervision of a psychiatrist.”
“Means...?” my many.
“Sky Hospital. He tried to kill himself. He banged his head against the wall so many times, it was so tight that the other prisoners were frightened. She continuously chanted the name of Dewi Rukmini.”
I think this heart. This chest pain.
It has to be like this eventually.
I could do nothing but look at him as much as possible and support him.
At the Police Hospital I couldn't even get close, Mrs Kencana was in the operating room. His head was badly cracked.
We were both hit.
“Is it possible to bring her children in Italy to Indonesia to give her support?” my many.
“I tried. And the thing is they don't even want to deal with Bu Kencana anymore. Said Bu Kencana brought shit.” Baron
“Gosh... When all he does is for his family! How can..’.
“It seems that his behavior in Italy is also no different from that in Indonesia. Maybe it has been a long time since he suffered a mental disorder.” hiss Baron.
We both breathe. “We just protect him as much as we can.”
I saw the door of the operating room in front of us. I sat in the waiting room thinking about a lot of things.
There are many questions I don't think will be answered.
How can this be, how can it be so. Often the human brain is too complicated to dive into.
To be honest, I want to see Dewi Rukmini again. But he hasn't shown up in a long time. Whether it's a good or bad thing. I consider it a good thing, because it means that the qorin is calm in nature.
Then...
“Bu Kencana how?” Arka came to us half-run. He seemed to be panting.
“Still inside, bro.” Said Baron.
“God is severe..” hisses. “Sorry I'm late. I just took this.” Arka thrust out the brown map and handed it to Ariel.
Rawamangun house certificate.
In the name of Ariel Clodio.
“Finally use my name Mas?” ask Ariel.
“Yes his nasab in you. Mbah Rejo, Dewi Rukmini, Bu Kencana, yes you are entitled.”
“Not what is it?” ask Ariel to me.
“I agree with Arka.” I said.
“You sell again after this, the house is begging-“
“I want to stay there.” cut me fast.
“....”
“Haaaah?!”
“I'm serious.” My firmness. I like the design and layout. I also love the furniture inside. A month later we were not back there. The word Baron has been cleaned cleanly by the TKP Cleaning Team.
“We can still stay at home mom, Claudia!”
“But it belongs to my mother. My father gave it to my mother. While Rawamangun house belongs to you. Yours is mine. So that's our home.”
“That's TKP ex-murder.”
“Then?”
“Gosh... Many demons Claudiaaaa,”.
“Masa? The only demon I've seen so far is Goddess Rukmini. That's not even you believe he exists.”
“Well, there he is, the former home of the grave.”
“Don't look at his grave, but the memories in it. Dewi Rukmini took care of the house wholeheartedly. Mbah Rejo also shed his affection in the house to take care of Dewi Rukmini. Even Kencana wants the house. Why don't we?” i insist. Somehow I from the beginning seemed to have an inner bond with that house. It was as if the house wanted me to explore more thoroughly.
Ariel took a deep breath and scratched her head, “We went there first. The police line is off, right?” ask him to the Baron.
“Already. I was there last week. And in fact the house is indeed wider than it looks.”
I remembered my conversation with Dewi Rukmini when I fainted in front of the Archway.
**
“Rukmi, you know Kencana is not?”
“Tahu.”
“Who is that?”
“He who is often called Rangga by the nickname ‘harta petku’.”
“Kok like a movie? Mbah Rangga cheating from Mbah Putri or how?!”
“It's just a story to love but can't have.”
“I'll be here looking after you,” And Dewi Rukmini that time said so while stroking my hair.
**
Yep...
My love story and Ariel are unique. A teacher who was forced to marry his students. By heritage. But it turns out that the love story of our ancestors is no less astounding. If it is used as a novel, Aunt Author can mabok himself think of the conflict.
Topaz Kencana RR finally sold to Praba Group. They need a company that deals with gold and precious metals. The company is a kind of gold investment. Do you know where the gold came from? Yes the Italian Mafia.
Hundreds of Billion we got from the sale proceeds, we distributed to our families 10 billion each according to the agreement. All of that happens after 3 years have passed and the bonds can be disbursed so the company can be sold.
3 Years we lived in Rawamangun house. We're comfortable.
Yes, the house turned out to be very big. In my own room there are two more rooms. When I pushed the wall next to the main bedroom bed, it turned out to be a secret door. There was a hallway, and beside the passage were two rooms.
Now one of the rooms is used as a game room by Ariel, while the other room I make a closet. A room with lots of cabinets that hold my clothes, my bags, and my jewelry.
There were two more rooms at the secret door of the kitchen counter, I made it a maid's room and a food storage warehouse.
The unique thing that happens, there is often a secret safe inside the wall. Inside was a lot of cash and gold jewelry. Possible results of the sale of drugs that they intend to darken. We are silent, for sorry, the jewelry is beautiful.
Warung warmindo across there that we finally bought. We contacted his old owner and he is willing to work with us again to sell there. Well it could be additional income in addition to cost-boring.
My mother's house was made Cosy. Not bad result, we split two with my mother.
My mother married Papah. But I can't have any more children. They also relax both lives.
On the other hand, my son has...
Hem.. how to say yes.
My son 6.
Not looking wrong. Three sets of twins. I gave birth to two normal pairs, one another cesarean. After that I had sterile surgery is a permanent method of contraception, the fallopian tubes or tubes that connect the ovaries and uterus will be tied up or closed. Ariel had a vasectomy.
Six children... astonishing isn't it?
Maybe that's why I insist on owning this house. Because it is wide and we can live in crowds.
Living the days of taking care of active children made me and Ariel always feel young.
Ms. Kencana died after a year in a mental hospital. Her last trust, she requested to be buried Catholic in Itay, next to her husband's grave. We're embracing. The process does not need to be told here because ribet bin njelimet. We have to take care of this at the Embassy, plus it turns out that the Italian Government is actually less pleased because Bu Kencana is considered a party who cooperates with the Mafia. Already so, the identification of Bu Kencana is Islamic, but he asked to be buried in a Catholic procession.
Seen difficult?
What is clear is that our billions of funds are pouring in to bribe here and there. Of course, the funds we poured were the portion of Bu Kencana in bond stocks. I don't want to use our portions. I said that the funds exceeded the budget, just bring the body back to Indonesia, buried next to Mbah Rejo, Mbah Rangga and Dewi Rukmini all.
Fortunately, it can finally.
Thanks to Felix and the lazy Hector being haunted.
“We've taken care of the bureaucracy! Of the four of them fought in the grave and ended up haunting their grandchildren!” as they say.
Try a story like that...
And yeah...
Ariel and I have never been to Mbah Rangga House.
The baron never again.
For the three of us the place only contained bad memories. Trust is done we do it. The legacy is shared, the company is sold.
Assets are each. Please manage wisely. And leave us with each other's lives.
I hope that after this, no one else will be hurt by love.
(TAMAT)
