Design: A Buana

Eps 14's

^^^Jakarta^^

At ten in the morning we arrived in Jakarta. I was lying in bed, closing my eyes, wanting to sleep, but my mind went nowhere. Mamah said, later in the afternoon around three, we should prepare Madam Caeera's birthday party for tomorrow. Actually only invited close relatives, but somehow Mamah gave a fairly luxurious concept, I think.

I was assigned to find catering, the reason is because I eat. Mom believes in the taste of my tongue. Mamah also assigned the same thing to Mas Damar, so later we will leave together.

Tomorrow Ma'am Caeera is 21 years old, growing up. Actually, I wonder why the birthday party of adults is celebrated as lavishly as the concept of Mamah, even though sweet seven teen was already past four years ago.

I flipped my body, it felt uncomfortable. Then sat down, suddenly the thought of Mas Raksa. I still don't think he is Mas Buana. More unexpected that all this time his words were on me.

I smiled shyly, for some reason it felt like my stomach was suddenly wrapped around.

The ringing of my phone rang, the phone from earlier was in the nightstand I immediately took. On the screen is the name Mas Raksa AB (Aneh Banget). Back there was a faint smile on my lips. In spirit I accepted his call.

"How come you're not resting?" He said without further ado, oh yes, I don't like pleasantries, yes.

"Where do you want to rest if you call?"

"Rare you sure you're ready to go to bed?"

"Yes, no hell. What's up you call me?"

"There's nothing. Can't it?"

I smiled embarrassedly, but the smile was invisible to him. I was still wrong.

"Maybe, if you have a pulse."

He laughed briefly, "*s*actually Mas just wants to make sure you're rested or not."

Maybe my cheeks are as red as a dragon.

"Soalya Mas knew the trip was enough to make stamina run out, and again later you have to find food with Damar."

He's very considerate. Only this time my heart was broken when someone approached me. All this time, I've always been ignorant and thought it was just seduction.

"Yes, get some rest." This really wasn't me all along.

"Emang, what duty is your Mom given?"

A slightly noisy voice from across, a moment just heard his words back.

"Mass? Accompanying Rara looking for clothes for her show tomorrow."

The answer is enough to make me sick, I hope it's not jealousy.

"Curl, exclaim dong." My saute laughed a little.

"I was also told to look for clothes for tomorrow's event,"

I mocked him, "yes, let the couple do it, Mas. Cieee."

Cie's words, may be interpreted Jealousy This guE.

He didn't pierce a bit, paused for a moment, then spoke again. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah."

I'm honestly a little sad when he wants to end this call.

"You'll be careful with Damar, find some good food for tomorrow. Let you be full, keep healthy and strong." Further.

I laughed a short, painful laugh, "little boy times, ah."

"Good break, Aeera Barsha."

Somehow the speech was able to make my tears instantly drip, my hands limp plunged down. Lately I was so crybaby, suddenly sobbing, suddenly over thinking.

But to be honest, Mas Raksa's words were embedded in my mind. I think I'm gonna miss that word. But I think I'm overreacting.

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At three in less than ten minutes, I was already sitting on a chair that was on the porch of the house. As usual I wear a white t-shirt and jeans. My long hair was tied up high, and not forgetting that on my back was a small black bag that I always carried.

I'm here sitting waiting for Mas Damar to arrive. Mamah had already left to invite close family, Mbak Humeera had also come out looking for flowers for tomorrow, and Mbak Caeera from half-time had already left to look for a dress for her party, with Mas Raksa.

I don't know when they're leaving, when I wake up they're not home. And Aunt answered all my questions about their whereabouts.

A motorbike entered my home area, indeed I deliberately opened the gate because I was lazy to pull it again. But I noticed it didn't seem like it was Mas Damar's bike.

Sure enough, Mas Raksa's face was clearly plastered when he took off the helmet he was wearing. I was quite surprised, because as far as I know he should accompany Ms. Caeera, just like Mamah ordered.

I got up to him, "lo, what's up here, Mas? Where's Caeera?"

He got off the bike, "Damar said he would rather accompany Rara than you." The answer is, I squinted my eyes. A little disbelief, it feels dejavu, at that time he also had time to replace Mas Damar. But different reasons.

"Book?"

He combed his hair back using his hands, "it's not clear now that he's not here, is he?" Increasingly add to his good looks only.

Enough, my heart will melt.

I cleared my throat so as not to focus wrongly, "keep going, why would Mas want me to?"

"I? Yeah, that's, yeah because Damar wants to."

I was silent for a moment, "when Mas Damar said that the guy was not always looking at the physical. But he himself, that is,"

"It wasn't Damar who asked, it was me." Cut her.

I flinched a little, I mean, she wanted to be with me?

"Ma, meaning?"

Mas Raksa looked at me, "yes, I asked to accompany you. I don't want Damar to take care of you."

Blush, I think I'm flying. The wings are not on the back, but on the heart. It felt like I was being blown into the air, free-floating, and releasing all the burdens.

"Have, you don't think nothing of Damar."

I realized from the imagination, "Mas, why the hell do I have to be so raw when talking to me?"

"I'm used to using this language at work."

"But if the same others like not, the same Mas Damar, Mbak Caeera, Mbak Humeera."

I grinned, there was not the slightest feeling of wanting to reject his hands. "It's also me wearing the same lo doang, because lo nyebelin."

He smiled meaningfully, "nyebelin, but later don't miss, yeah."

Later? Meanin? I was over thinking again.

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Finally we began the journey to one by one where the catering that I had previously contacted. As usual I held on to Mas Raksa's waist firmly, still the same reason, because I was afraid of falling.

One by one we taste, there are some that do not fit into my tongue, and some are quite good in my opinion.

We tried five different caterers, the results I will call back later. Almost everything I think there is nothing as delicious as Mamah's cooking.

Today I am quite happy, being accompanied by him. People I thought would have fun with other people. His laughter filled my life today, I was satisfied to see that. But I hope I'll always see, not just now.

Finally we chose to take a break at one of the roadside caffe, because tasting several menus of five catering, my stomach was full enough. We decided to buy just a regular coffee cup.

"Where? What do you think is the best number?"

I sip a little coffee, "most pretty last one anyway, just not all as good as Mamah's cooking."

He nodded, "according, Mas?"

"Either." I smiled and sipped coffee again.

He's been pounding, "hm. You, does anyone have it?"

I drank hard coffee, what kind of stupid question is that? If so, why did I have to wait for him all this time? You are so stupid, my.

"According, Mas?" I've said this twice.

He puts his shoulders, "somehow. You're interesting, is it possible that no one approached you?"

I turned the coffee cup around, "a lot, anyway."

He looked me in the eye, "but I don't know why it felt like my heart wasn't the same as theirs."

I saw her smile on her lips, "but the why, why ask that?"

He shook his head, still smiling, "no, just making sure not to take a wrong step."

"Keep," I said as I knitted my eyebrows, "How is it going?"

He sipped some coffee for a moment, then put it back on the table. "Do you believe that Mas has only been in a relationship once in the last five years?"

I'm back to knitting eyebrows, "cook?"

He confirmed the sitting position, looking very enthusiastic. "Do you remember, actually I first met you not at Aunt Edrea's house."

Again my forehead shriveled, "then?"

"At Senen Station. When you hit a woman."

"Wait, you mean, Mas?"

"He's my ex-lover, got to go back home."

"Hm. So you guys are still," I said a little doubtfully.

"No, it was separated about two years ago." The answer is, it makes me feel relieved. But something managed to make me ask in silence, why did he have to take her ex-lover?

"You must be wondering, why did I take her to the station?"

I slowly nodded.

"She said she couldn't forget me yet,"

My eyes were raised, "wow, heavy too."

"Just calm. He'll slowly understand that we've got nothing to do."

I believe, really.

"Simply, at that time Ms. Humeera was very long after me, even though our footsteps were far different."

I remember when Humeera said it was important to me. But I said I didn't care. I seem to be the culprit of everything. I'm too ignorant of things that I don't think are important. I don't know if it's important or not. I was too selfish.

"Yes, he had told me that you had a vacation in Jakarta for two weeks."

"Keep, why don't you greet me, Mas?"

"I know that you're emotional again, not a good time to let go of longing." The answer.

"I've heard your words, too,"

I cut off his words, ashamed to remember that time I was a little emotional, "ah, that's it because I'm just emotional."

"Haha. I'm silent because I don't think he's a reflection of me."

I laughed crisply because her laughter was contagious. It turned out that I had met him first when I arrived in Jakarta.

I cleared my throat for a moment, "hm, keep lo the same Sister Caeera?"

I continued, but hesitated a little, "what, during those two years Mommy Caeera managed to get into your heart?"

He clasped my hand that was located freely on the table, his eyes staring into my eyes.

"Mas has said many times that we have no serious relationship. You should not doubt that anymore. No one has yet made it into my heart completely, except my special little friend."

I went into his words, special little friend. Me? I'm that guy? Has he been keeping his heart for me all this time? A child far away from her.

I looked into his eyes, like there was no lie in there. I see sincerity. I see miss. And I see honesty.

I began to feel the longing I felt and the long wait was not in vain. My loyalty will be fully reciprocated. My will that wants to forget and let go slowly begins to fade, it is my desire to have more and more dominating.

Right now, he who is now is starting to take my heart completely.

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