BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

24. Nearly Filled

"Pa, Arif is married to another woman. At first she cancels the wedding because Rara feels too good for her. But it wasn't because of that, Dad. Precisely because Rara is not as good as his wife, pa. Arif says, Rara is not as pretty as his wife. Rara is not from a wealthy family. And Rara's parents aren't like his wife's parents. Rara is the son of a divorce victim who feels very lacking in the affection of a father.

From the comparison that Arif outlined that is why he decided to cancel the marriage with Rara.

Sad, isn't it, Pa, so Rara? The weight actually means pa. Sometimes Rara thought to be just a contraindication because Rara actually could not afford to. Rara doesn't like to see Arif anymore. Even to the end of Rara's life. But he seems shameless always appears in Rara's life.

Lately Rara tried to think, yes already, Rara tried to accept pa. Rara will face it. Not whether dealing with a shitty guy like Arif. After all, he was just one person, which was important when Rara came home, there was a mother and Dinda who really cared about Rara.

But now Rara felt fragile again hearing what papa said earlier. Moreover, Rara's plan to match Rara with papa's friend's child who turns out the background is not good.

Rara is not perfect, dad. But Rara still has a heart. Is it so bad for Papa Rara that papa would accept anyone's proposal to cover up papa's shame because Rara failed to marry?

Pa, please .. after Rara was made uncomfortable by the man, don't papa make Rara so uncomfortable again. Didn't Rara the daughter of papa and Rara deserve protection from papa. Can papa be there for Rara? Could it be pa? At least, if you still have a lot of anger for us, spill it on Rara, not on mama. Rara couldn't see her sad mom, pa. Mama's burden is a lot." I spoke in a stammering voice. "I'm sorry Rara, pa!"

I'll be gone soon, leaving the house. Back menstater motor, splitting the city of Jakarta that began to jam. Maybe I need it myself. At least to spill the tightness in this chest. I hope, after this papa can understand and not terrorize Mama again with anger, especially with a matchmaking that does not make sense to me.

The clear threads began to spill, it felt like this chest was still very tight. Slowly it turns into a bit of a fad.

Prittt prittt. The sound of the whistle was clear to me. I keep passing. There was a lot of weight on this shoulder so I couldn't think of anything that was going on around until I finally realized something was wrong when the police bike balanced my bike.

Especially this?

I can only hide. Then marginalize the vehicle because it signals me to pull over.

"Good afternoon, can you show me sim and ... mbak Rara?" the police said my name.

"Huh, you again. Oh, I mean, police. Mr. Rangga." I grimaced.

"Hahaha, I never thought I'd see you again and Rara cried again. May I ask, if there's a problem, escape by going around the city?"

"meaning?"

"Sorry .. sorry. I was just kidding. But I told you yes, ma'am. Better if there is a problem do not even walk on a motorcycle, dangerous mbak. Mending remained silent in a comfortable place. At home for example."

"When at home it's uncomfortable?"

"Oh sorry."

"So I'll be ticketed?"

"Hahaha, this time it's not necessary. I will forgive you for crying."

"Then I'll tell everyone, if you want to be picked up by crying."

"Oh so this is Rara's wits?"

"No!"

"Yes .. yes. I was just kidding. Sorry yes."

"Hm."

"It looks like Rara's problem is heavy, yeah."

"Hm."

"If you want a story."

"Indeed the police also open a confiding service?"

"Hahaha, it is our duty to serve the community. Oh yes, how about we just sit there." he pointed at the small garden on the shoulder of the road.

"No way."

"Why? Afraid of modelling?"

"Not mahram."

"O. May I have Rara's phone number?"

"Maybe I need a clue, afraid to get lost if I want to go to Rara's house."

"When you come to my house?"

"You proposed."

"meaning?"

"Hahaha, I'm serious about it."

"That's it. I'm going first. Oh yeah, thanks for not calling me ."

"Sama-sama is Rara. Oh yes mbak, I am very sure, sooner or later Kuta will meet again." he smiled with confidence.

***

I have stopped the motor a few times, but somehow I don't want to turn on. Probably because it hasn't been serviced or changed oil. I certainly don't know because I don't really know the world of machinery.

For fear of being late, I decided to contact my three best friends through group wa. Who knows, some of them have not left and can go home because their house passes through my house.

[You get ready in front of Ra, I have otw.] replied Aya.

[Okay.] I said hamdalah for getting a free ride.

"Ma, Rara left first. Assalamualaikum!" I said, then passed to the front of the house.

Not until five minutes, Aya had arrived in front of the house. After putting on the helmet, I climbed into the splint in the back. Ready to go with him.

Unlike me, Aya faster riding a motorcycle to make me tremble. Besides being cold, you are also afraid of falling.

"You're really like a racer, yes, I'm the one who usually goes to the office takes twenty minutes, just like you're half of it" I said.

"Yes dong. I am Valentino Rossi's student." replied Aya, chuckling.

Tinnnnn. Tiiii. Tiiii. The sound of the car horn blinded me and Aya was shocked. We almost jumped up in shock.

"Who the hell is that tacky guy who's craving like that?" ask Aya. "Otherwise we're not interrupting the way."

"Either." I shook my head, because just this time I saw a black jazz car get into the employee's parking lot.

"Ken times."

"It looks like it's not. Ken's car wasn't that." a few days ago I saw Ken bring a European sports car. Suddenly something came up. If Ken really is an ordinary employee, he can buy a car that expensive. It costs billions of dollars. But I can't think of anything about Ken, because remember what Ken said, don't go too far.

"You memorized Ken's car, Ra. You ain't nothing with Ken?"

"No. Why why?"

"Hmm, I suspect."

"What the hell."

"Halooo." from the car that was blinding us in shock, Arif came out with a smile so wide, he waved his hand at us like an artist who met his fans. "Good morning Rara, good morning Aya. You guys just arrived, huh? Geez, you guys smell smoke. Worth it, take the bike. I'm dong, get in the car. That's a new car, bought in-laws. Our wedding gift." Arif chuckles.

"Who?" ask Aya.

"Who's what Ay?" Arif asked back.

"Who is it!" answer Aya with a ketus.

"Lho, I just wanted to tell you. This is my new car." Arif pointed at his car.

"Norak. Here's how the new villagers feel they have money. Yuk Ra, come in." Aya pulled my hand. "However, there's Arif's cheerleader. Fortunately, you did not marry her, Ra. Somehow you'd be his wife. I wonder, Monika saw what from Arif? No brains, timid, obscure work. Only the complexion of his face is quite a bit." cerocos Aya.

"No, no need to talk to people. The ease, he gets the transfer of reward, while we're reduced." I said.

What Aya said was actually true. Somehow Arif's way of thinking, by not knowing his shame so proud to claim always get rations from his in-laws. Though he is a man, should not lean on his wife's family.