BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

12. When Everything Is Wrong

In the meeting room, I was ready with all the presentation equipment. In addition, Mr. Pras, Bu Tari and Kak Gita will assess whether my project is in accordance with the company or not.

Ken is also here because Mr. Pras wants him to join the division that I will live later.

"Ra, are you sure you're going to work on this rubric?" ask Bu Tari.

I'm pretty sure that question came up because of what happened this morning. When I told you that marriage failed. Then now I'm blinding some kind of venting room for people who are my fate.

"Yakin Ma'am." I replied. This idea actually did not just appear because I experienced it, but far away. I also look at my mom's experience. How do you feel when you get divorced from Papa. But mama had to get up on her own without anyone accompanying her. So that my mother's days are so shaky.

"Ra, I appreciate what you're asking, but I don't want you to be a baper. We have to be professional. Work yes work. Personal business should not be taken away." said Bu Tari again.

"I'm trying to be professional" I said. Like I've been doing all this time. This project has also passed the name of a fairly long survey. A lot of things led me to consider that he should be in our latest magazine.

"Then will you write your words too?" bub's questionThe success dance got me furious. Why take me.

"It doesn't have to be Don" I said.

"Means people who experience it also will not want to vent. They must be embarrassed. Talking about it is the same as opening up bad memories." added Bu Tari.

"But I'm sure it's going to explode ma'am" I said.

"Then I challenge you to write your story!" bubtari's challenge back to make me stroke the chest.

Why is everything turned over to me? Really makes it uncomfortable. I mean, not for me. This is a place for people who have been heartbroken.

"It has. Tell you what, what about Ken?" ask mr. Pras.

"Kok Ken anyway?" tanyaku and Bu Dance together.

"Yes it's okay. As a new person. I want to know his opinion. His thoughts were still the same as those of the general public out there. Please mas Ken." pak Pras welcome, while Bu Tari still not Ridha if it must be Ken who gives an assessment because he is a new child in this company. There is absolutely no experience, while Bu Tari himself has twenty years dedicated himself to this company.

"I agree." Ken answered. Super short answer but can make Mr. Pras also approve my project.

"Duh, what the fuck is this Mr. Pras. The fateful new boy. It's not relevant at all." Ms. Tari is still protesting.

"Already Mom. If I think there is also no harm in Rara trying this rubric. Who knows if it explodes" said brother Gita, who fully supports what I've done. "Go on Ra!" said sister Gita again, giving me spirit.

I stepped out of the meeting room, followed by Ken. Actually there is a bad feeling because what I have proposed is opposed by Bu Tari.

"Ra, did you fail the marriage?" zen's question instantly brought me to a halt.

I looked at the man who was now only three meters away from me. "Yes!" my answer.

"Who's the guy?"

"Are you also the gossip boy type?" I asked back, then turned around, returned to the room because he just smiled looking at me.

The question still feels sensitive. Suddenly I became a pessimist. Will my project work? I just don't like talking about it. It's too annoying. In the heart still feels the pain. People of the same fate as me must also feel it. Lazy to discuss.

Then do I have to back off as Miss Tari wants. I don't want a raven also in the job, after a failed marriage.

Oh Allah ...

***

Returning home from work, who would have thought Aya, Dini and Risa were waiting in front of the office. They won't let me go straight home. But take the road to the Orchid Garden.

After eating, we played ice skating. Actually I've refused for fear of returning home last night, but friends still insist. I finally went down. It feels pretty fun. Glide while laughing. Sometimes I scream as I please.

"Just get everything done Ra!" said Aya, while sliding ahead of me. But who would have thought, it turned out that he even hit the person in front of him until he fell flat on his back.

"How's Ra, how did you feel today after ice skating?" ask Dini, while rubbing his hands that began to get cold, because he did not wear a jacket.

"Gow!" my answer.

"You're still thinking about Miss Tari's words?" ask Aya.

"A little!" I said, pointing out the fingertips.

"Then slide again there!" aya's orders.

"No! It's late at night. Fuckin' cold. I am not strong. Dingy. Tomorrow we have to work. I want to go home." I said, refusing Aya's request.

"Then go on Ra, don't think about what Miss Tari said!" Aya cheers me.

"Ready!" I said, for the sake of getting permission to get out of the ice skating rink before I froze here.

In the parking lot you split up. I drove the motor straight to the house, under the darkening night sky.

O Lord .. will my heart be like a tomb? It's pitch-dark? Ahhhh but no, there is a moon and a shining star. There were also flickering lights from people's homes. My life should be like that too. I have to stay up. Reorganizing the heart for a better life. My world isn't over even though Arif canceled the wedding. I didn't make a mistake anyway, the reason he canceled was because I was too good. Yeah, I'm too good for him. Hahaha, Rara's spirit!

Brucks. My bike hit a pole on the side of the road. Unfortunately, there was someone wearing a brown shirt standing there. The cops! Finish me.

"Excuse me, please show ... uh, this was the one at that time, right?" he threw a smile at me.

The police at that time. God, what dream did I meet him again.

"The first time I met you, cry. Now smile. It looks like his mood is better than before" the police said.

The smile that had originally developed on my lips quickly pulled. It feels so shameful. It's because of encouraging yourself.

"Lho, how was his smile taken again?" askinya.

"Sorry sir, I accidentally bumped into his pole. I also did not know that there was a father, besides the nights of eating there. So sorry!" I said while holding both hands in front.

"Actually I could have called mbak. But because the mood seems to be good, yes, you can go" he said.

"Well, thank you so much, sir." I said.

"Yes, but next time be careful .. sorry, whose name is it?"

"Rara sir."

"Oh Rara's. I'm Rangga."

"Have known."

"Oh yeah, you know where?"

I pointed at the signboard in front of his chest. Then after that leave because it does not want to be the attention of people who are passing by because our position is right next to the pedestrian bridge.