Deepest Wound

MY TASTE IS A MARTABAK

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I was already on the road when Galih's car caught up with me. Then he cut my steps by stopping his car in front of me.

“Anita, I'm sorry for what my parents said. Mama didn't mean it that way, she might just worry about my situation after marriage.” Galih got out of the car and stood in front of me.

“Your parents are not daughter-in-law's nyari, but she's looking for a maid! And they've picked the wrong person! I wouldn't want to be a woman who would just take care of the house while breeding, grow old and die. From now on don't call me again for any reason. We never knew!”

“Anita, please don't be like this. You have only met my family once maybe after a few times then you will be able to understand with their wishes.”

“What? Have to meet a few times? Just one meeting had they made my blood boil, what if up to several times? There I'll tear them all apart!”

“Anita, all achievements must have a name that must pass through obstacles first. Come on, be more patient. Although we haven't known each other for a long time but I already feel comfortable you.” The pleading gaze from Galih did not dampen my intentions in the least.

“Hoho, don't ever teach me how to be patient. All my life I have been patient. Not anymore!” I continued my steps again but there was one thing I hadn't told him until I turned my back. “Oiya, I forgot to say that my taste is not manager.”

Galih looked back at me and approached a few steps. “You want me to have my own company? Although I do not have a company yet, but I am sure I can still guarantee your life.”

“You don't want my taste what? Let me tell you now. My taste is martabak.” I pointed with my eyes at the martyr not far from where we were standing. I walked towards the martabak shop and it happened that some of the customers who bought had already left.

“Bang, marry yuk,” I said without stale ado to a martabak seller who still looks young and maybe younger than my age. While Galih also walked after me and stood not far from there.

The martyr's brother just smiled without saying a word. He was busy rummaging through the eggs from inside the container.

”Anita, let's get in the car I drove home,” Galih finally made a sound again to persuade me.

“I can go home by myself!” Ketusku. “Bang, would you like to marry me?” I went back to the martabak.

“Mas, in the first persuasion of the Mbaknya,” he said while smiling amusedly looking at Galih who did not dare to speak again since hearing my snapping earlier.

“I order the hammer, one. Pake a lot of love and affection, but do not use cheating, Bang.”

“Siap Mbak's. I have never cheated, so I am always loyal to my partner.”

“Udah have a wife?” I asked spontaneously.

“Not yet, but will have a wife. It has been five years we fought together for our big day later.” While he smiles.

I was moved to hear the martabak brother's words. If only there were people who would fight together like that with me.

If only if ...

Can only make a point.

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The same morning atmosphere, even on different days. Exercise or I will sleep until noon if by chance I stay up late because of a lot of work.

The morning after I came home to drive gymnastics, Mama who happened to come to my house was sitting relaxing on the terrace with Om Wandy and the others.

“Anita, Mama wants to talk.”

“Speaking aja, Ma. But do not discuss the same topic.” I immediately laid my body on the terrace without hesitation.

“Ma, that's it. that's-that's all that's discussed. Many women who married at the age of 30 and above. But no one is happy, no. I just haven't been that old.”

“In our family, there is already someone who is single. So don't let you follow in his footsteps!” Mama's words made Om Wandy half glanced at Mama.

“Mbak, why even mistress me?” The Protest of Om Wandy.

“Not insinuating, Wan. But that's a fact, right?”

“Well, mending cariin first was the candidate Om Wandy, was he older,” my proposal immediately changed my position by sitting.

“Eh, do not try to divert the discussion yes.” Om Wandy pointed at me.

“You are the same, Om the same ponakan never think of the future. Try to give birth to your old age. One becomes an old bachelor, one becomes a spinster!”

“Mama should be grateful even though I am still a virgin, out there many teenagers who are not virgins anymore.” I'm lazy to argue what else is just talking about that.

I went inside and slammed the door hard. Since that day there has been no more discussion about the soul mate.

If there's a time I'll visit my favorite cafe first with Kak Ardi. Not because I haven't forgotten our memories. But basically, memories are not erased. This is my sincerity and I have accepted my destiny with grace.

Something changed at the cafe. The location remains the same only the building is made into terraced. I went upstairs and chose a seat there.

Looking at the ocean, in the breeze of the wind is very peaceful. For the first time I was able to widen my smile while here after the end of my relationship with Ardi.

A slightly cloudy afternoon sky looks different than usual. But that does not mean you cannot enjoy its beauty.

”Hey, I found you.”

I was shocked and turned my gaze to the person who took my seat before me.

“You?”

“Yes, it's me. Remember?”

I just answered with a nod. While the man I remember named Haidar seemed to be smiling widely.

“Some of you have told me that the world is narrow. I didn't believe it at first, but now I'm sure.” I smiled towards Haidar who was sitting in front of me and he also replied with a smile.

I have never rejected anyone who wants to be close to me. But I still can't convince myself if to ask for more. My guilt for Dani is still lodged in my heart. And honestly, I still hope for him. I'm an easy person to make friends with, but that doesn't mean I can easily change my feelings.

Men are kind and polite too. He is considerate and can be invited to exchange opinions on anything. But again I can't return his feelings for me.

“Anita, I want our relationship to be more than just friends. I like you.” Haidar looked expectantly at me.

I took my breath slowly before throwing it away with my guilt at the person I already considered a friend. Only friends.

“Sorry, I can't. But you're a good man, hopefully you can get a better woman than me.” I try to give understanding.

“You think I'm a good man? But I was rejected,” as he smiled a little throw his gaze towards the sea because we happened to be in the same cafe again when we first met in this city. “Can I know the reason?” He asked and looked back at me.

I kept quiet for a while thinking about how I would explain it. Two weeks ago when we were walking in a mall suddenly Haidar shoelaces came off and he crouched down to tie his shoelaces. I accidentally saw a necklace dangling from her neck. From that necklace I just found out that we have different beliefs. So it's useless that even if I forced my feelings on her, my family would definitely oppose the relationship in the future.

...Tbc...