BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

60. Ken Jealous (Again?)

The sound of someone's footsteps made me instantly wipe away the rest of the tears. Apparently Ken, he was surprised to see my eyes reddened, so he immediately came over.

"Why dear, are her eyes so red? You cry?" Ken held both of my cheeks until it made me suddenly stiff because our distance was so close at this time. "What happened, say. Am I wrong?"

"No, Ken, I'm okay. I just called papa." I replied, pushing Ken's hand slowly.

"It's only been thirty minutes to leave you why it's so bad, huh?"

"Ken!" Ken stopped because the sound of the room bell rang.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know."

"You're mesan food?"

"No."

"Then who?"

"If you want to know, then open it."

Ken looked ogah-ogahan out, while I immediately grabbed the veil. Worried to be seen from the outside because I was sitting on the right sofa in line with the door.

"There's a guest" said Ken.

"Who?"

"Either. Want to be found or not?"

"Just meet."

"Kok that?"

"Yes his name is a guest."

"But we ...."

"Oh, let's meet. Who knew it was my friends." I first stepped out, while Ken tailed so haphazardly. In my heart, I kept wondering, is that true my three best friends. But for what? Yesterday, at the reception we were together all day.

We went down to the hotel lobby, where the guests were. Apparently Rangga. He knows we're here from Dinda.

"Assalamualaikum." said Rangga.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." I replied, while Ken was still ogah-ogahan, so it made me feel bad for Rangga.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your time" he said, shaking Ken's hand, which was still a duck. I was just so upset by his attitude. Exactly like a child who is busy playing something and then invited to move to do other things that he does not like.

"Not bother, Ngga. What's up?" much

"That's sorry Ra, Mr. Ken .. can only come now because yesterday I was the last picket in Jakarta" said Rangga. He also gave gifts for both of us.

"You're moving, aren't you?" my many.

"Yes Ra." answered Rangga.

"Moved? Where's where?" Ken sneak.

"To Jogja." I replied.

"You know?" Ken looked suspiciously.

"Yes, I've told stories before." I said.

"Oh," Ken threw away his face. "Good, if you want to move."

"Ken?" I frowned, feeling strange with Ken's last words.

"I mean, if you want a career as a police officer it is better in Jogja than in Jakarta" said Ken.

"Why?" I'm getting confused.

"Because it's convenient. If Jakarta is cramped, you must be dizzy here, right?" Ken smiled strangely. "Eat it to Jogja only. No more in Jakarta. Sure enough, you must enjoy it more in Jogja. The price is cheap there too. Plus the guy's fine, too."

"Then why don't you move to Jogja too, Ken?" ask again.

"My company is in Jakarta, Ra." replied Ken, lightly.

"Yes, I do feel more comfortable in Jogja" explained Ken.

"Well, that's good." Ken pointed his thumb.

"Then, Yuni, what father and mother, Ngga?" I thought about Yuni who was last in touch telling me that her condition was getting better.

"Thank God all good, even though you are still holed up in your room, you have not dared to go out of your house or meet strangers. But it's closer to mom. Now our family is focused on the birth of a baby candidate mbak Yuni alone." Rangga story.

"Thank you very much Ra. You have done a lot for our family." said Rangga.

We had a short conversation, Rangga hurriedly said goodbye, probably because he was uncomfortable with Ken's careless attitude.

After Rangga left, Ken and I went back to the room. On the way, I rebuked his attitude just now.

"What the hell are you, Ken? Like a little boy." I said.

"Lha, why do you have to know everything about that cop."

"It's not about Rangga, it's about Yuni."

"Who moved to Jogja?"

"It was actually who wanted to move mbak Yuni and her parents, so Rangga story. If he didn't want to move at first."

"So he said he wanted to move."

"Yes because he just got rejected, so I want to join them all moving."

"Ahh, time?"

"really. I don't know all about him. It was just a coincidence that he and his family had come to the house at first, but being rejected was why he thought of moving on."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean?"

Astagfirullah. I immediately bit my lips, why so slurred like this. It was wrong because Ken looked at me suspiciously.

"Don't answer?" ask Ken. "Rome. What do you want Rangga to your house."

"It's not something that matters" I said.

"I'm important or not important, I'll decide. Now answer me."

"No way."

"You're arguing against the husband?"

"Ken, you'll be hurt yourself."

"Udah, just answer!"

"He wants to propose to me. Satisfied?"

"What's? It's good that he's gonna propose to you." Ken immediately poked.

"That's because Rangga didn't know that I already had a future husband. After he found out, Rangga was very gentle, immediately retreated and keep his distance. That's why he's moving to Jogja."

"Kok you praise him?"

"Ken, this is reality."

"Oh, great. I hope he doesn't come back to Jakarta."

"Why?"

"Why are you going to Jakarta again?"

"Oh, I don't want to argue anymore!" I immediately went into the room followed by Ken who just kept talking about Rangga.

***

The real life in our household is about to begin. Ken and I are getting ready to go home. Ken said that he had prepared a house for both of us. We decided not to stay with one of our parents because that was better in our opinion.

"Then what about my things?" I asked Ken, as the car began to drive towards our new residence.

"Just calm down, everything your mama sent home. Yesterday I asked." said Ken, while remaining focused on looking ahead.

The car entered the yard where the fence was suddenly wide open, Ken said that he used an automatic opener and cover for the front gate because he did not have a security guard.

"Let's get off!" take Ken, while opening the door for me who is still dumb in the car.

The show of luxury began. After getting married to a very luxurious and lively party, then stay at a hotel that is no less luxurious, then go home with a luxurious car, too, now I was taken to a house more precisely called a palace that I never imagined would live in a place like this.

"This is her house?" my many.

"Yes, our house. How, you like it?" ask Ken.

"It's too big."

"What do you want then?"

I shook my head. Ken, why does it feel so bad. Being by your side is full of luxury. Can I do it?