Cracked Pearls

Not Know

Today, Algi finally managed to force me to go home together.

The modified red ninja was riding on that guy. I filled the empty seat behind him with a sour look.

If today all the angkot were not shut down because of the massive downtown demonstration, I would definitely not have taken this opportunity.

Fortunately, no children saw, including Alna who was picked up by her boyfriend first after Karin, Seto and Gibran chose to watch a basketball game on the school court after final lesson time.

“Maksih,” I said to Algi after getting off his bike.

I deliberately asked the guy to stop a little bit away from the gate.

“Why stop here anyway? Your home is still out there?” Algi doesn't understand. The helmet was pulled from his head, and then placed in front of him.

The legs of the glasses on the right of my temple I straightened for a moment, then replied, “I'm afraid my om-angry, if I see a guy driven home.”

Algi's facial wrinkle flinched thinly in response to my joke, “Cuma anter home doang, right? We don't have a date either!”

When caught one leg moving like going down from the motor, I took the opportunity to dodge, quickly left it. “I'm home, yes, Algi. Thanks uda anterin!” seruku while plugging step a thousand.

“Tiara!” I heard that call within a few meters. I'm not disarming. Immediately I blew the body into the gate that happened to be closed Mr. Soleh.

“Siang, Sir,” my handkerchief on that security guard.

“Siang, Non. How are you doing that anyway?” ask Mr. Soleh to know. The gate has closed perfectly.

I turned for a moment towards the road blocked by the high iron fence. Anxious Algi still followed. I breathed a sigh of relief after seeing no one passing by there. “Nothing, Sir. Thanks though. I'm in first yeah.”

No matter the response of Mr. Soleh, I gushed the gaping twin doors in front of him, then entered after saying his greetings as usual.

There's something unusual. My ears caught the crowd from the kitchen. With a step of kepo, I walked towards the room to make sure what was there?

“Non Tiara uda home? The laper? Mbok ready to eat, yes?” Mbok Misni's voice inclines me.

“Ah, yes, Mbok. But I'm not a laper yet. Just want to take a drink,” answered me while staring, while my hand stretched out to take a glass and pour water into it. There were at least three strangers who were busy with vegetables, meat and frying at some point of this kitchen. “What's up, Mbok? How's rame?”

With his hands busy peeling onions, Mbok Nismi replied, “This, Non .. he said Madam, Later Malem, You want to invite his business colleagues to eat together in this house, his family as well. So they are chefs who are deliberately brought with you to prepare delicious food. Now Mr. Soleh is the same as a few more people neaten the back garden, because the show wants there.”

Long explanation Mbok Nismi I responded only with, “Oh gitu.” I have a glass of water pressed. “It took me to Dalem first yes, Mbok," I said permission passed.

“Non Tiara don't eat first? This is the meat uda mateng.” Mbok Nismi held back for a moment.

I looked at him right in the doorway. “Later, Mbok. I came here with uda laper.”

..._____...

Evening has arrived.

I am still busy struggling with the schoolwork that is mounting on my study desk, even without caring if my stomach until now has not been filled. My wet hair is half dry without combing. I was afraid of being attacked by drowsiness before everything was over and hanging up without me being able to finish.

Short color pants with oversize tee shirt, feels comfortable compared to school uniform. But the matters on the booksheet seemed to be messing with the calm air of the night that I initially enjoyed with a relaxed feeling.

My frown thickened against every physical number lined up inside the book. For a moment I massaged the head to remove the dizziness that began to grip.

“Log in!” I asked without asking who was knocking.

A moment later the door was opened. I looked like I wanted to know of course. The figure of Aunt Maria with her beautiful makeup, walked towards me. The stomping sound of his three-headed heels even rang out loud knocking on the floor.

“Honey, you are busy with books anyway. Andan dong!" he said with a pressing tone. “Before your guests come. You should know Auntie as well as them.”

For a moment I tried to digest. My forehead shrinks thickly at the mark of not understanding. “I? Why Aunty?” ask me plainly, the real does not understand.

“Lho .. You are this. You are also part of our family. So it is appropriate that you are also present there. Anyway Aunt doesn't want to know, you're beautiful. Here's the dress Aunty ready!” One paper bag he put on my bed. “Ten minutes! Aunt wait in the back garden!”

Speechlessly, I stared at the back of Aunt Maria who was now lost in the door. I stared at the famous branded paper bag on the mattress, then grabbed it and opened it slowly and carefully.

A beautiful dress in white with a beautiful fold on the chest, I stared in admiration. I stood up while holding him. I quickly took my clothes off and replaced them with that dress, as if struck by magic. I reached for the wide mirror that stood in the corner of the room near the door.

Length is only knee length. The bottom was wide like an umbrella, getting wider and more beautiful as I twisted my suddenly coquettish body. “Very beautiful dress,” my comment while smiling.

But in the next minute, my expression dropped. Once again I looked at my reflection in the long mirror. Feelings of unworthiness back to whack the heart.

Who me?

Why should I?

At least that's a burden I think right now.

There is Chelsea here. He's the star in this house.

Rather than my heart continuing to struggle with discomfort, I would rather not wear the dress.

In the end I chose only a simple dress along below the knee, with a tight sleeve, without any accents. My half wet hair I combed neatly and then I tied it into a midget. Don't forget the glasses I wear as a complement. Not a single bit of my face was smearing makeup. I'm not comfortable in over-fashion.

And this is what I became.

Down the stairs, passing through space by space until reaching the back door to the pool, as said Aunt Maria.

And ... My steps came to a sudden halt.

“God!” my inner cry-truly surprised.

Turns out this is the reason Aunt Maria told me to dress up pretty in that dress.

I thought it was just a regular dinner. My view of catching this more resembles a party. Although not many people, but I know, they are not all random people. The clothes they wear like they will meet, including Chelsea who look so beautiful.

I didn't know it was going to be this excited.

Now I ask myself, how long did I not go out of the room after school to not know everything has been conjured up this great?

What is this show exactly?

Why don't I know?

Am I the one who didn't ask?