BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

29. Sent Home By Ken

"Ra, how quiet?" ken's call made me realize one thing, I don't want to fall into the same hole a second time. Ken and Arif both had ties to Monika. If I let this heart continue to enjoy those wailing vibrations, but it turns out that it is just a moment, will it not hurt again later?

I've been traumatized because of papa's irresponsible attitude. Then Arif repeated it. Incorporating wounds that are no less large. Now, by allowing Ken's vibrations to become love, it won't be a disease for myself. What if there was no effect for Mama and Dinda?

No, I don't want to. I'm not ready.

"Ken, sorry, I have to go home" I said.

"Lho, why Ra?" asked Ken again, he tried to block my steps.

"I had no interest in coming here."

"There's Ra."

"What?"

"Hm, you can be patient for a minute, can't you?"

"Why?"

"Later you'll know."

"No. I don't want to. I want to go home now!" I said firmly.

Rara, you have full power over yourself. If you allow love to grow, you will feel the consequences.

Ken, is he worth it to you? When you are Rara, you are not beautiful. Not the rich. Your parents also have a poor footprint. Then what are you proud of?

That inner war started happening, making me retreat slowly. Yes, I chose to withdraw. Immediately I built a wall as high as possible so as not to feel the vibration again. No seed of love can grow.

I want to be happy. Not wanting to feel pain for the umpteenth time. Be patient, whether it be when, if God wills, truly sincere love will surely come. Sooner or later. Wash all wounds that have ever existed.

"alright. If you don't want to stop by. Then I'll take you home." ask Ken.

"No, I ..." I haven't had time to finish the words, Ken cut them off.

"I'm not asking for permission, Ra."

"That means maksa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Ken got in his car immediately. Then open the door for me. We sat in front of the back. After that Ken launched his car.

Astagfirullah .. astagfirullah. Along the way, my mouth did not stop thinking. I really am scared. Why do we feel so fragile now. From the beginning, for matters of the heart, I was very careful, no man could stop in this heart until Arif came, could stop in my heart because I locked it tightly.

"Here is Ra, his house?" ask Arif.

"Yes." I rushed down after the car stopped.

"By!" call Ken.

"What?"

"You don't want me to stop by?"

"For what?"

"Yes, maybe there's something you want to know. Like I was about to introduce my parents."

"Make what? There's nobody in the house ...."

"Rara, any guests?" my mother's voice from behind the door.

The mama? This clock at home? My face turned red because I just told Ken there was nobody home.

"That's no one." Ken spontaneously came down.

"Ra," Mama came out, approached us.

"Ma." I said.

"Mama Rara. Assalamualaikum Aunty." greeted Ken kindly.

"Rara's friend, yes." asked Mama, no less friendly than Ken.

"Yes Aunt. I'm Ken. Rara's officemate." So humble, Ken introduced himself.

"Well, Aunt just saw her friend Rara whose name is Ken. Let's go in first." Mama let Ken in.

"No, ma." I said.

"Good Aunt." Ken went in to follow Mama.

The boy really didn't care about my presence. It just passed. Talked familiarly with mom. Likewise with mama who usually does not talk much with others, now so very enthusiastic to greet each other with Ken.

What's wrong with them both. Mama and Ken? They were like two people who wanted to know each other so much that I was ignored.

"Ken, don't you want to go home?" my many.

"Rara," Mama immediately glanced at me. "Kok spoke like that. His friend still wants to play."

"Hehehe, nothing Auntie. Rara emang is so. Just said there was no one at home, but there was a Aunt." apparently she was still upset with my description earlier.

"Indeed, usually if the clock is empty. My mom is not home. Flower selling. Aren't you, ma?" I looked at Mama, hoping Mama would explain her schedule so that Ken would no longer insinuate me.

"Yes kak Ken, usually at this hour Aunt is still in the flower shop. Just got back to Ba'da Maghrib or Isya" said Mama.

"That's it!" i sneered. "When do you want to go home? It's already afternoon. Time has been skipping truancy, want long in the house of people also."

"By!" Mama's head bobbles.

"Yes, I'll go home first. Aunt, I'm saying goodbye first." Ken lowered his head again, politely he went home.

Sure enough my guess is, there's something in Mama's heart about Ken, because it's not usually Mama's seramat these guests of the opposite sex. Even to Arif it still looks awkward.

"Ra, who was that?" ask mom enthusiastically.

"Rara's coworker, ma."

"Son Mama just found out."

"Don't you know how many friends Rara has? Not that Mama only knows Aya, Dini, Risa and sister Gita. The rest don't know, do you?"

"So Mama, why did you just invite Ken to play here?"

"That's just a month's work at Rara's office."

"He's cute, Ra. The power is good too. Mama was happy to talk to him. Like you've known each other for a long time."

"Originally judes, ma. In the office don't even hang out with anyone."

"What the hell, Ra?"

"Yes. If it's lunch alone, never be with anyone else."

"Keep why he can be with you. Don't-don't ...."

"Ma, don't expect more. Ken is like heaven and earth with Rara."

"Is that so, Ra?"

"Yes ma. He's also Monika's ex-boyfriend, Arif's current wife."

"Times, Ra?"

"Yes, ma. That is why you should not expect more. Lagian Rara is nobody. Rara is just an ordinary employee, not a fashionable beautiful girl. While the typical woman he likes like Monika, far away with Rara who really does not know lipstick, blossom and all other beauty creams."

"Why Ra, wealth and beauty should be the main benchmark? You're not a bad girl either, Ra. You're beautiful. Especially your heart. Mama's so proud of you, Ra. From small to this big never bothers Mama."

"Ma, people's tastes are different."

Mama hugged me. It is better to be affirmed from now on so that Mama does not expect more, so that when what we expect is not achieved, it does not leave disappointment.