Design: A Buana

Eps 19's

Now I'm here. Stand out among the crowd. I tried to be tough to face everything, so I chose to be present at Mas Raksa's fiancee and Mbak Caeera's show.

Many guests came to this event. Most of the brothers are far away, because I recognize some of the guests. The atmosphere is quite crowded, and the theme of this engagement is modern elegant. Similar to the theme of birthdays as well as matchmaking between them. I stood sculpting, looking at the lead in this engagement event.

Mas Raksa attached a diamond ring to the ring finger of the very flattened Mommy Caeera. All the guests and family looked very happy. They smiled sheets and looked very shady. Not spared from Mas Raksa's smile, he looked peaceful and very handsome. More handsome than usual.

I was a little far from my family. Choosing to keep my head down, because my chest couldn't see all this. Unknowingly a few drops of tears started to fall. I don't know, until now I haven't been able to forget it. I always try to take off. But my little heart can't lie, I'm not prepared for all this.

I hear the guests clapping, show me raising my head and see what happens. Mas Raksa and Mbak Caeera were hugging very tightly. They don't even seem to be pondering or thinking about my feelings. May you be happy, always happy, I try sincerely to let go.

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Slowly I moved my body, it felt quite achy. The chirping of the pigeons filled my ears. My eyes slowly blinked because of the sunlight

enter through an open window. There was also a Javanese song from outside the room. As usual, every morning Mbah always plays traditional music.

Even though my eyes were open, I refused to get out of bed. I saw the wooden house horses that were seen without being covered by the ceiling. Mulling slightly.

"I had a dream last night to come to the engagement of the two of them."

I exhale, "huh, may you guys last, yes."

I was quite surprised by the door mosquito net opened by Mbah.

"Wes tangi?" This is my Mbah, Mbah Maheswari. He grew up in Jogja, but is native to Surabaya. So it is common to use the typical language of East Java.

"Yes, Mbah. So overall, I'm feeling like you're losing ape." I answered while getting out of bed.

"Lho, my time dino iki jogging."

I saw Mbah's performance from top to bottom, he was ready to run in the morning. Wearing t-shirts and training pants, do not forget sports shoes.

"Sesok wae yo, Mbah. I'm more ora kepengen."

"Rene, o. Metu, Mbah arep."

Me and Mbah headed to the living room, sitting on a long chair made of wood.

"Enthen opo, Mbah?"

While waiting for the words from Mbah, I chose to drink from a jug made of clay.

"Kue, ono opo problem? Wayae tasek limang ndino neng Jakarta?"

I shut up for a moment while thinking, what's the good thing to answer? I can't be honest, I can have a lot of thoughts.

"Hm,"

"Mboten opo-opo, Mbah. I wes regular urep neng kene, dadi neng Jakarta rondok ora kerasan." My answer is lying, I'm sorry Mbah.

Examining my face, he seemed to be in disbelief. "Ora need to fuck!"

I flinched a little, then smiled stiffly. "Maven, Mbah. Mboten enten problem," My speech was cut when I heard the sound of a car from the porch of the house.

I was quite panicked, it could have been a family from Jakarta. For now, I really don't want to see them. My disappointment has not gone away, I need to calm down.

"Ec, Mbah. Anu, there's a guest. I'll go in first, yeah."

Mbah had seen the car from a gap in the window, "yowes."

I hurried into the room, then closed the mosquito net back on the door. I stood on my back against a wall made of teak, wanting to hear who was coming.

"Copy, Ma?" I widened my eyes, it must be Aunt Edrea's voice.

"Tumben rene, ono opo?"

"Ngapunten, Mom. Kulo bade tangled, Aeera lightly teng miriki?"

My eyes returned to the mirror, I was quite moved to hear Aunt Edrea's words. He just came here to find me, but I know he has a lot of work that is not easy to leave behind. But, on the other hand, I was very disappointed with him. With how hard he hid this matchmaking problem, he played with my feelings.

"Cerito, asline enek opo problem?"

I refused to hear their conversation further, then decided to return to lay the body on the bed. My tears came back, this time I felt a burden on Aunt Edrea, and also I was very disappointed with her.

Before long I heard the rubbing of my room. I saw Aunt Edrea come in and sit on the side of the bed.

"Aeera, are you okay?" I refuse to answer her question.

"Auntie's sorry,"

I sat down, "me, it's okay, Tan. Now I need some time alone." I couldn't help my tears from falling.

Aunt Edrea stroked my face, "you don't think negatively, Aeera."

I hiccupped, how could I not think of the negative, it was clear they were all lying to me.

"Tante, with all this going on. I understand that not everyone can be trusted, not even their own family."

I took her hand away from my face, "please, now give me a chance to restore trust in you again."

Then I tried to smile, "thank you for welcoming me well for fourteen days." Aunt Edrea was crying.

I can't see anyone I love shedding tears, much less because of myself. For that, I decided to take the black bag, then leave Aunt Edrea. I don't know where the goal is, the important thing is that I can calm down.

"Arep neng ndi, Aeera?"

I immediately wiped away the tears when I saw Mbah standing in front of the room, "annu, enten business, Mbah." I immediately kissed the back of his hand, then decided to leave the house.

On the road I still shed tears, how could I endure it. Aunt Edrea is one of the people I care about, even she's my external motivation to succeed. I tried to wipe away the tears that kept coming down.

I decided to stop by the pulse counter.

"Sir, is there a telkomsel card?"

"So, what number do you want?"

Scrambled new cards with various numbers, as this was only for numbers while I wasn't so thinking about.

"Where is it, Mama,"

The guard gave me a new card, "this is the same SMS pulse as the phone?"

"For a week free phone and SMS."

After that I gave the money and immediately put the card on my phone. I immediately called someone, to be honest I need a friend to talk to.

"Hello, Mas Echoes."

"Who is this, huh?"

"Me, Aeera. Can we meet now? I'm the samper, no problem."

Finally we made a pact to meet at a steakhouse near Mbah's house, but I told him I wanted to go to him. But Mas Gema still kekeh want to know which area I'm in.

We sat facing each other and at the table there was already chicken and beef steak.

"Where?"

I took a breath, folded my hands on the table.

"Buntle, Mas."

He laughed for a moment, "indeed love is confusing."

"So Aunt from Jakarta deliberately came here just to see my situation."

He listened to my story while eating, "I feel like a burden, but, I'm also disappointed with him."

"Related because?"

"As long as I was in Jakarta no one said they were being betrothed. As if they didn't care if I fell deeper, Mas Raksa was my little friend."

"When I found out that he was the person I was going to be, I started to believe and put my heart deeper. But, right then and there they kind of put me in a hole filled with glass."

"Here I feel played with my own family, my heart hurts from love, but it hurts even more from disappointment."

Mas Gema stopped eating, "now I ask, you don't have the feeling that they have a special relationship?"

I nodded, "how stupid I am, but I have been given a hint, but a wayward."

"I'm wrong, Mom, if I put more hope in the same person that I've been missing?"

"Or, I don't think I know myself and my kegeeran?"

I buried my face on the table, "I was just following my heart, Mas. For five years of waiting, even closing the heart without a gap for another man. And when we meet again, can't I expect more?"

I felt like there was a hand rub in my head, "you're not wrong, follow my heart is also not wrong. What I caught from your story, maybe this is all a misunderstanding?"

My body is back up, wanting to listen to more of his words.

"Hm, I told you once, didn't I see that Raksa has more taste for you?" I just nodded.

He thought for a moment, "just this time I've seen people's feelings wrong."

From her talk I'm more pessimistic, yes, we are not a match.

Mas Gema continued, "for the time being, I can't comment much on what you're telling me. Because people vent it just need to be heard, not necessarily need a solution, right?"

I smiled a little, "thank you, Mom. I want to tell you a story." I agree with what he said, for now I just need a friend to tell a story.

He nodded with a smile, "just relax,"

"Is school ready complete?"

"Not ready at all."

"I know in this area where the high school store is."

"Want me to take school clothes?" Bargainly.

I thought for a moment, it's actually not wrong to also go with Mas Gema. Make stress disappear.

"Maybe tomorrow morning at ten in front of here, huh?"

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I finally got to the front of the house, after walking for about a kilometer. Mas Gema was going to drive home, but I refused, I wanted to calm down on foot.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't see Aunt Edrea's car on the porch. Then he's home.

"Empah. I'm muleh."

Mbah walks from the kitchen, "songko ndi wae, nduk?" He sat in the living room chair.

"I'm wae, Mbah." My answer is back to lying.

"You, wonten, nice rene. Wants to get you." Good man, that means handsome man.

I frowned, coming to sit next to Mbah. "Sopo, Mbah?"

"Mbuh, Mbah ora knows. Jenenge, oh sopo yo. Mom, Buna? Mbah, lali."

My eyes again glazed, what is meant by Mbah is Mas Buana aka Mas Raksa? What's he coming here for?

"Ono pesen, Mbah?"

Mbah slightly hit his forehead, he moved up and picked up the paper on the television tube.

"Iki loh, ndekne ngeweki iki."

I immediately took the paper.

How tight my chest was when I saw the wedding invitation letter featuring the initials RAB & CNB

I refused to open, there was an invitation for Mbah and me. Where can I hold water, because there is an Mbah, where can I cry?

"Ndok, I'm saying your mother called."

My hands clasped tightly to the invitation, I tried to look fine in front of Mbah.

"Jarene, Kiara married sak wulan kas." Mbah always mispronounced Caeera's name with Kiara.

"Kaira, Mbah." My correction.

"La yo kui invitation zinc mbok cheque, opo is good kimau courier?"

I just smiled, "mugo-mugo Ma'am Caeera seneng yo, Mbah."

"I, mlebu ndisik chamber, Mbah. Steep as a mouthful."

Honestly my heart hurts, my chest is tight. Why did Mas Raksa come here just to deliver their wedding invitations?

When I got to my room, I sat on the bed. My tears managed to drip, there was not the slightest bit of desire for me to open the invitation. Seeing their initials on the invitation cover alone was extremely painful.

I smiled wryly, lamenting the fate. What an unlucky girl. I bend my legs and immerse my face there, O God I just relieved after a little story with Mas Gema, it hurts my heart again.

I hiccuped, my mouth can't close because my nose is stuck.

May the years pass soon, I just want to get rid of love and disappointment simultaneously.

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Morning arrived, last night I gave a message to Mas Gema, if today so buy school clothes. I'm ready, even though my eyes are a little swollen, but it doesn't matter. I don't care about the current appearance.

"Bah, I'm a minute, yo. Ape tuku klambi school."

"Yo, ati-ati, yo, Ndok." After that I kissed the back of Mbah's hand.

I immediately walked towards the steakhouse where we met yesterday. Not far from my sight, I saw Mas Gema already sitting on the bike in front of the steakhouse.

My path is a little fast, because it is not good to make Mas Gema wait.

"Old time, Mom?"

He nodded with a smile, "not yet. Let's go up."

He gave me a black helmet, after which I rode on the beat bike he was using. The motor is quite comfortable, not too high and does not make sore.

"Have you?"

I nodded, after which he rode the bike at a normal speed. The weather today is not so hot, because it is the rainy season. I held on to Mas Gema's thick jacket, usually I was afraid of irritation.

"What are your eyes?"

I'm a little dazed, "haha. It looks so good, Mom, it's crooked?"

"Yes, you think?"

I spoke by leaning slightly forward, for our voices to be heard.

"I got word yesterday that they're getting married next month. Even the one who sent the invitation to Mas Raksa's own house."

"You saw him yesterday?"

I shook my head quickly, "luckily he turned back quickly."

"The right time should be for you to talk four eyes, so that the problem is not odd anymore."

"Yes, Mas. But I'm not ready."

I don't hear from Mas Gema anymore. We focus on the not so jammed roads.

After a few minutes, finally Mas Gema stopped the bike in front of a small shop. I immediately got down and opened the helmet.

"This is a citizen's shop, a small shop. We have to help their economy." He said, I smiled at his words. Good purpose too.

We went inside that little shop, "wah Dek Echoes,"

"For Mr." Sapa Mas Gema to the seller, I just smiled and nodded.

"What are you looking for, Dek?"

"Here, the high school uniform for him."

The father looked at me, "what size is his shirt, Ndok?"

"If there's an M, Pakde."

The salesman nodded, then he looked for the uniform I ordered, a white shirt and a gray skirt.

"M'S? Not small?"

"It looks like it's fit for the body, me."

The salesman came back with a white shirt, a gray skirt, a white skirt, and a scout.

"Here, monggo try first."

I took the white shirt from Pakde's hand, then tried to match it to my body.

"Secilience, if you can not fit the body. Too pres."

"Sir, try to find the size of S only."

Said Mas Gema, even though I think this dress fits the body.

"Mas, this is quite a loh."

"If it's too small, it won't be third grade." Her speech.

Yes also.

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