Design: A Buana
THE EPS 31
Bintang Bukit, Jogjakarta.^^^
^^^21.05 WIB^^^
Set us where I mean. I saw the watch showing at 9 p.m. Really, only this time I came out until this late and strangely Mbah allowed it easily.
Mas Raksa and I decided to get out of the car, so many vehicles were parked.
“Yuk,” take him.
My body tensed as he I clasped my finger, what is this? Even our relationship to date has not been clear, and also just now I was angry. But, I can't lie, right now I'm misbehaving.
We stepped in silence, climbing some stairs whose handles were decorated with pretty lights. Sampai above, the atmosphere is quite crowded, almost all cafe visitors are teenagers to adulthood.
After ordering some menus, Mas Raksa invited me to sit in the outdoor area. At first I did not want to, because it could have been cold air and the wind was quite strong.
“Mas, indoor only why?” I asked, not one hundred percent I can forget the incident last afternoon. So my voice might sound crisp.
Mas Raksa continued to step up and did not forget he still clasped my finger. “You don't bring, can?”
Ish, what the hell? Really bummer.
My eyes were amazed by the beauty of the night on Bukit Bintang. Jogjakarta City at night is very beautiful to spoil the eyes. The dark sky was filled with stars and the many lights dotted the city of my region.
Until finally I was made aware by the hands of Mas Raksa who was released. “Sit, Aeera. When to stand?”
I was quite embarrassed when I saw Mas Raksa was sitting in the lesehan place that had been provided. I quickly sat down, we were blocked by a long yellow table.
“Where? No regrets, right, choosing outdoor?” He smiled while smiling jail.
My angry feelings instantly disappeared, the beauty of Jogja night made me forget everything. “Iya, I just found out Jogja is this beautiful.”
“So, will you want indoor or outdoor?”
“Hah? Did You mean Raksa?”
I saw him laughing. Ngetawain my stupidity, huh?
“Hahaha. Nope-no. Forget it.” His word.
Shortly after, our order arrived. We ordered instant noodles soup, because the weather is cold enough, so that the body can be a little warm.
“Still, Mas.” We were almost at the same time.
“So, you want to listen to Mas's story?” I took a quick look at it, then continued stirring a bowl of instant noodles before me.
“Ya.”
“Seriously? Without anger and suspicion?”
“Depends.”
“Means?”
“Yes the point, do you want a story or not?”
He laughed lightly, “tadi at home still wear me-you, now it's changed again?”
“Yes there was an Mbah. Later be hacked my head if using rough language.”
I saw him nodding with a smile.
“Ya already told me, huh? You can while eating, so that your body is also warm.”
“The embrace of dong Mas, let it warm. Hehehe.” How could I dare to speak like that? I just nodded in agreement with his words.
Raksa started to tell stories. “I it's planned to give you a surprise. So don't tell me if you're here Friday.”
“It turns out the surprise is not to make you happy, but instead sad and angry.”
I swallowed by force noodles that I have not chewed perfectly, “ya how do I not get angry anyway? You lied to me, right? Where to use hug.”
“Lo to Jogja is the main goal is not me, right? I just want to be the second goal? Honest aja.”
“Nih yes, I know I am a nobody. Emang not entitled to make angry, but you can not play me continue.”
Instantly my mood was broken. Seeing the noodles in the bowl immediately eneg.
“Mas not done talking, Ae. That's why I asked, you want to listen without getting angry and suspect you don't?”
“If it ends up like this, it's better Mas doesn't story. Though earlier your mood was good, instantly Mas just broken.”
I threw my face away, why is his face so sad? I don't like to see it.
“Yaudah continued the story. Did I respond to the beginning of your story, can't I?”
I lost again, why can't I be angry for a long time?
“Bby, when did I ever ban you? But, Mas ask you not to be angry again, Mas so confused how you should forgive Mas.”
“Mas never forbid me deket same Mas Gema, tuh.” My quintessence is remembering the events of the time at the Peak.
“Ya it's different story dong, beautiful.”
Duh, can't, can't. Why do parents like zombies?
“You ate again, huh? Later cold hunt.”
Without answering his words, I returned to eating instant noodles. Actually to eliminate the wrong behavior.
“Oke, I continue. Elvira told me that she would stay in the Netherlands. She asked to meet him one last time before he moved. He also said he wanted to apologize in person for everything he did.”
“Actually Mas does not want to come, because learn from previous events. But after he sent me a photo proof of the plane ticket, Mas so believe.”
I heard carefully, not wanting to respond again. After all, Mas Gema also said that Elvira really wants to settle in the land of windmills. Means until now, what Mas Raksa told is true.
“About me not permission first to you,”
Permission? Am I prepared for him?
“Awhile, permission? Honestly, I do not need permission to me and I also do not have the right to allow or not the activities that I want to do. Am I ready for Mas Raksa?”
“Although you feel you have no right to allow me or not, but Mas want to ask permission first from you.”
I dodged immediately, “but in reality?”
“His pain, Mas hasn't finished the story, Aeera Barsha.”
Yaudah.
“Oke, Mas continue. Mas was deliberately not permission to you, because it was from the beginning Mas wanted to give a surprise. Mas want to be with you longer.”
“Elvira is also not important for Mas, so do not tell to you.”
“Again, Mas is afraid to interfere if you often send messages or call you.” Further.
Bothering? “Bother what? Is my high school kid that busy? Isn't that busy Mas Raksa?”
“Gini tablets, Dear. I'm afraid you're uncomfortable if you send a message. Mas is busy, but if you send a message Mas always reply quickly, right?”
“Gue is not uncomfortable!”
“This is full again or how the hell? Yes I know lo fast response, tap me emang if weekends can hold the phone if again hours rest aja.”
“Serious you are not worried?” Loh, this is why Mas Raksa even focused on my statement? Very embarrassed, I said so.
“Yes, yes, no. I'm onchat who never gets uncomfortable.” I answered quite nervously, fortunately I am Aeera smart looking for an excuse.
He ruffled my hair. “Hahaha. You are so adorable. Then I have permission from you, yes?”
“Izin what?”
“Sending you many messages. Contact you often. Let me know if I want to do something.”
Honestly I can only laugh, how come someone as mature as Mas Raksa is adorable like this? Want to send a message must be permission?
“You know not? If a smile continues to measure on your lips, you are getting sweeter.”
Dihh, what a dreadful dreadlocks.
I smile shyly, “honestly! Lo tajararin same dragon Mas Damar, yes?”
She shook her head.
“Suspicious hold. I'm glad if you're suspicious, it means you're attentive.”
“Dih, PD crazy.”
After that, our conversation just flowed. I'm glad to hear all the stories of Mas Raksa. I'm glad he wanted to tell me long and wide. And I'm happy to hear all the stories.
We ate with a long story. Starting from I told you about Mas Gema is the sister of Elvira. Until Mas Raksa told me that Mas Damar was upset by his girlfriend.
HAHAHA. Look out Mas Damar, abis later I ledekin.
Don't forget we did wefie a few times to capture this rare moment. When else would Mbah allow me to come out this late without any incoming calls?
Although until now my status is not clear, I am ready? A sister? A pal? A lover? Or is it just a place to go when he is bored?
I am grateful to be with him again. After all the incidents and misunderstandings we had, we were finally able to reunite.
...🤟...
A few months passed. After we visited Bukit Bintang, our relationship improved and arguably closer. Raksa often contacted me. We often video call, even if only telling stories everyday or random things. But that simple thing makes us happy.
To date, it is unclear our status. Sisters? Friend-zone? A lover? Or friends but friendly? To be clear, Mas Raksa once told me, if we have a commitment, to be together and not to leave each other.
Okay, I'm holding on to her commitment.
Today, Mbah and I await the arrival of Mas Raksa. It's not saturday or sunday. But yesterday Mas Raksa gave me a message that Mbak Caeera is going to give birth. Today we will go to Jakarta.
The singles don't be envious, yeah. Hehe.
I am also single. Hixes.
Before long, finally Mas Raksa's car arrived. I who had been waiting in the shadow went straight into the house to call Mbah.
“Mbah, Mas Raksa wes press.” My speech.
Mbah directly out of the room while confirming the bun, “yo, yo. Come on, Mbah wes can't wait to meet great-grandson.”
I laughed lightly at his enthusiasm. He went straight out to Mas Raksa. I chose to carry a bag containing all our equipment.
“Sini, Help. You are always prestigious to ask for help.”
“Casual, this is easy. Lagian lo must be tired of driving away.”
“No. Kan Mas change driving it.”
“Loh, briefly, lo here, keep chatting with whom?”
I gave the bag to Mas Raksa. My step straight out of the house, I was quite shocked when I saw Mas Damar being pinched by Mbah.
“Aduh, Ouch, Mbah. Cheek pain Damar.”
“Biarina. You loh, send a cry photo directly to the family group.”
“Name young man, Mbah. Where did you send photos?”
My laughter broke upon hearing their conversation. Damar still likes to be funny.
“Hahaha.”
Their attention was focused on me.
“Nevent laughing lo, bocil.” Mas Damar said, I immediately approached the two of them.
“I don't think I'm drama like lo.” Continue insinuating me.
“Dih, bummer, ah!”
Mas Damar smiled, then he hugged me so tightly. “Bercandaaa. You how are you? I'm so sorry, how long haven't we met?”
I returned his embrace as well. I also miss Mas Damar, very bad.
“Do not delay.” Sindir Mas Raksa who just came and put a bag of tentengan into the trunk.
We take off hugs, “dih, jealousy, pedo base.” Sindir Mas Damar's.
“How do you want the same Deck as a stiff person like that?”
I couldn't help but laugh at the blasphemy from Mas Damar.
“My cup still works, yes, Damar.” Mas Raksa replied directly sitting on the steering wheel.
I saw Mbah got into the car too.
“Lo want me to stay what?” Mas Raksa said to Mas Damar through the open windshield.
“Corned, sensian teroos.” Sindir Mas Damar's.
We finally got into the car. Before starting the journey Mbah asked us to pray together to arrive at the destination safely.
The car moves at medium speed. The music from the radio was slightly heard, in front of Mas Raksa was chatting coolly with Mas Damar. While Mbah next to me was busy with his phone. If I'm lyric, he's sending a message to Mamah.
Arriving at the rest area, we ate a little.
“Tired?” Ask Mas Raksa who is sitting next to me. We were eating meatballs, Mbah's favorite food.
“Neg. Most abis is full, continue to sleepy deh.”
Mas Raksa nodded, “later to sleep. So that the trip is not felt, okay?”
I smiled as I raised my right thumb. Then he pinched my nose.
“Sih, do not appreciate the more upset.”
“Bodo, kok ngajak-notak.” My reply.
We continued on our way and this time it was Mas Damar who was driving. Finally I decided to go to sleep, sleepy from being too full.
I didn't know what time it was in Jakarta, but by the time I realized, I was sleeping on my bed. The day was bright, it seemed that the date had changed. I chose to go down to the first floor. Actually looking for people home, afraid to be left alone.
“Who to look for?” I was shocked when I heard a voice from behind. From there the house was very quiet.
It turned out that Mas Raksa came while carrying a package. Then he headed to the dining room and put that tent on the table.
“Which other to where, Mas?”
“In hospital. Rara's son is born.”
“HAH? WHEN BORN? HOW DO I NOT KNOW? WHY DIDN'T THEY TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL? WHAT KIND OF SISTER AM I?”
“Diam.”
I immediately shut up and chose to sit in front of Mas Raksa.
“You look so tired, Ae. No one can wake you up. Earlier this morning Mbah asked Mas to take him to the hospital because he could hear Rara would do labor.”
I heard all the explanations of Mas Raksa. Why am I being so stupid? Though I should have panicked waiting for Madam Caeera to finish the birth. Not even good at sleeping.
“Duh, I'm really kebo!”
Mas Raksa smiled as he shook his head. “Kebo and weight.”
I frowned in need of explanation, “mean lo?”
I saw this old man laughing, “hahaha. Come on, let's have some chicken breakfast first. After that you take a shower, then we go to the hospital. Okay?”
“OK!”
“Good girl.” The compliment. Still my ears are not used to hearing Mas Raksa's praise. I was always misbehaving when she said sweet words.
We finally decided to have breakfast together. I'm still confused, what do I mean by weight? Don't tell me he's the one who took me into the room? I am ashamed again.
But the shame just disappeared when I remembered I already had a bang. I really can't wait to meet my first grandpa.
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