
I shed tears holding the necklace. I'll keep it, Surya. Even if you become my sister-in-law, I will always keep it.
I put the necklace back in the box.
***
At lunchtime, the employees took me to lunch in the meeting room. I ate a little because my stomach was not hungry. Actually I do not want to eat, appetite suddenly disappeared after the arrival of Surya. However, the employees had prepared lunch on my birthday. So, I appreciate them.
***
Coming home from the office, I was driving at a moderate speed. Unfortunately, in the middle of the trip, the car engine had a problem and I don't know why. Even though I opened the car, but still do not understand. There are no workshops around there. Finally I called the towing service to take the car to the workshop which was quite far from where I had stopped. Tired, I decided to take the car the next day. The towing service has been trusted, so I feel safe to leave the car to them.
I stopped a taxi that was about to pass, went inside and mentioned the address to the taxi driver. Along the way, I noticed very heavy traffic. It turned out to be good to take a taxi, just ride it, do not think about steering. I can relax and enjoy the ride home.
Arriving home, papa was welcomed,
"Who, where's the cab, son?"
"In the workshop, Pa. It's stuck, don't know why."
"You must have forgotten the service, right?"
"Yes, Pa," I answered, scratching my head without itching.
"Other times, regular service, pity the car, it breaks down quickly."
"Well, how come you're not kasian with me?" I'm sulking.
"Ga, Iah, you can walk alone, well if the car can not walk alone," said papa while chuckling.
I am a manyun while entering the house. I saw that mom had finished cooking in the kitchen. Mom looked at me.
"Well, come home, son?"
"Yes, Ma. Val's car was jammed. Then towed to the workshop. Now the car is still nginep, tomorrow it is just taken," I said.
"Aren't you okay, son?"
"Ga nothing, Ma. I can take a taxi."
"Oh, yeah, take a shower. That's Abis we eat."
"Yes, Ma. It's so hot."
***
After dinner, I was still sitting on the dining chair and opening the device, some messages from Reno.
Smu Reno
[Met afternoon, already home from work, huh? Did you eat belom?]
Valeria
[Udah all.]
Smu Reno
[Ok. Don't bobo malem-malem well.]
Valeria
[Yes.]
I put the device down, then put the dishes on the dining table. Perhaps this is also what Surya feels, a bland relationship. Why did I think of Surya?
Finished cleaning everything, I approached my mother who was sewing clothes in front of the TV.
"Mom, you used to love papa?" The silly question I asked.
"Yes obviously, I was. Why are you asking like that?" Mom asked while sliding her body towards me.
"Can someone love someone they haven't loved someday, Ma?"
"Val, about the heart, we will not all know what will change, the influence of the environment, attitude, disposition can change that. It could be that was used to be love, it could be that who loves turns to hate. And can also love so more love," explained mama.
"Who do you love?" Mom asked me to shake.
"Egr.... Nothing, Ma."
"Yes...." Mama said while looking intently into my eyes.
It seems like mom caught the dishonesty in my eyes. Ah, why do I wear everything about love. Mama smiled, then continued the stitching.
Feeling wrong, I went into the cage.
"Ma, Val rest first, tomorrow morning must go."
"Oh, yeah Val. Happy birthday" said the father, who had been sitting in the living room, moving and walking towards me.
They kissed both of my cheeks, smiling,
"May always be healthy and cool to meet a soul mate, Val," said Mama.
I nodded.
***
In the room, I opened the Surya gift box again. The white gold necklace looks very beautiful, decorated with a white diamond pendant. Of course the man who gives a necklace to a woman chooses it carefully, may also wonder with the keeper of her shop. I smiled to myself imagining a Surya picking his own necklace in a gold shop. It is very romantic, different from Cantika's assessment of him. In the box, there is an engraving of SAS writing, I just caught the initials of his name.
I fell asleep with the necklace in my hand.
He came up with his smile, wearing a black suit with his hair neatly combed back. While I wear a white dress with a small crown decoration on my head with unraveled hair.
He carries a ring and will wear it on my fingers. I was so happy, I never thought I was this happy.
There was no one but us there. He kissed my forehead, took me by step and all of a sudden it became a cool beach with gentle waves. He hugged me, then suddenly took off his embrace and walked towards the sea. I called her name but she kept walking away.
"Surya!"
I woke up and realized it was just a dream. I opened my eyes and breathed. The clock shows at three in the morning. The necklace is still in his grasp. I put it in the box and put it in the drawer.
That night I prayed to God to give us the best way. Spilling my heart, blowing everything. God must have heard it.
After being satisfied with the Khalik, I felt at peace. He is All-Knowing of what happened, yielding to Him.
***
The morning activity went by, by taking a taxi, I returned to the office feeling light. Everything went well.
At the moment, I paid the secretary, to go home a little early because my car was in the workshop. Arriving in front of the office, the security guard offered to deliver.
"Want me to drop off, Mom?" Ask her.
"It's okay, sir. Thanks though. This is my new order ojol."
I deliberately use the services of online motorcycle taxi, so that they also get windfall.
The security guard nodded and accompanied until the online taxi came.
"Thank you, sir. They accompanied me. I'll go home first." My pamit.
"Yes, Mom. Careful."
Arriving at the workshop, I headed to customer service.
"Excuse me, ma'am, is my car done?"
"Oh yes, Mom. Can I see the letter?"
I took out a letter and showed it to customer service.
"Oh yes, Mom. Let it be checked first. I can wait in the waiting room."
"Good, Ma'am."
After a while, I saw someone I knew, it seemed like he was unaware of my presence there. He went straight upstairs.
"Mom, the car is done with repairs. Let's finish the administration." Said one man surprising me.
"Yes, Mommy. Uh, that's the guy who went upstairs, who is it, Mommy?" My toot.
"Oh, that's Mr. Reno, the owner of this workshop."
"Did he come here often?" I was thinking if Reno knew my car was in this workshop.
"Ga, Mum. Mr. Reno only checks the report once a month." Said the mbak.
"Oh, yes, ma'am. Thanks." Thanks."
I immediately paid the administration and took the car home.