Design: A Buana

THE EPS 32

A few days passed. Me and Mbah plan to stay in Jakarta until the class holiday ends. Caeera can go home. My niece the Beautiful, her name is Reeyma Barsha Buana. She was extremely adorable, her skin was white similar to that of Mbak Caeera and her stature resembled that of Mas Raihan.

Yes, Mas Raihan Caeera's mother's husband. At the hospital for the first time I met him. Now, all my suspicions have paid off. We just got acquainted, because our focus is still on the mother and newborn child into the world.

This Saturday, all the work holidays and gather at Mamah's house. I just finished showering down to the first floor, in the living room already gathered Ms. Humeera, Mas Raksa, Mas Damar, and Mas Raihan. Where are Mbah and Mamah? I don't know either.

Actually I want to join also a little awkward, especially there is Mas Raihan who is not so familiar to me. But I just wanted to ask, Reeyma where? Because I can't get far with Reeyma. All this time I wanted to have a sister, but it couldn't materialize. Haha.

I chose to stand behind the sofa that Humeera sat on. Intend to whisper my questions so as not to disturb their conversation.

“Mbak, Reeyma where?”

Humeera's shocked reaction made the others switch focus towards me.

“Reeyma? You asked his father directly aja.” Humeera's answer is not very useful.

I avoid asking Mas Raihan, instead asked directly.

“Why the deck whispers, kayak again talk state secrets aja.” Ledek Mas Damar's.

“Ohh, this one, Sa?” This time Mas Raihan opened his voice. He asked Mas Raksa, this one? Mean how?

“I'm looking for Reeyma first, deh. Drug.” Pamitku to Mbak Humeera, honestly I want to avoid the conversation of people today.

But, “dek, here sit first. Reeyma again dibandiin same Mbah.” Mas Damar's words stopped me. Inevitably I sat down next to him, who was at once facing off against Mas Raksa and Mas Raihan.

“You know me, right, Ra?” Ask Mas Raihan. Why is my heart beating so fast? It was as if I was in court, while I saw Mas Raksa holding back a laugh. He seems to know I'm tense.

“Know, Mas Raihan, right?”

People laughed at my answer, why?

“Hahaha. Jago also you find girls.” Praise Mas Raihan to Mas Raksa.

“Gue is confused, Bang. Kok can Aeera want same stiff guy like Raksa.” Timpal Mas Damar's.

“Where's the smitten, Dam? From orok it has been kept.” This time Humeera chimed in.

Well, this is me being questioned, right?

“You relax, Ra. Don't be too tense so.” I listened word by word that came out of my Sister-in-law's mouth.

“From the beginning I was curious about the figure whose name was Aeera. How can make a stiff Raksa the same opposite sex, so want to do everything?”

“The most basic example, he returned to Jakarta his main destination yes because want to see you.”

“Basic slave love.” Ledek Mas Damar's.

Well, honestly I was wrong. Moreover, Mas Raksa in front of me was just silent while looking at me.

“Udah, Bang. You see the leak is very depressed?” This time Mas Raksa spoke.

“You go to Rara's room only, Ae. Reeyma is there.”

Hearing Mas Raksa's orders, I just nodded and immediately rushed to Madam Caeera's room. Fortunately, Mas Raksa is sensitive, if I am not comfortable with the situation like that.

I climbed up the stairs to the room of Madam Caeera who was located next to my room. I knock on the door first.

“Mbak, Aeera can enter?”

“Log in, Ae. Unlocked.”

I opened the door. Caeera was lying on the bed watching a television show. Until now I still do not believe, if my famous mother is indifferent and reluctant to re-establish relations with the opposite sex, even she was first married and had children.

Reeyma, the adorable little niece, was in her cot. I chose to sit on the bench that was provided next to Reeyma's bed.

“Ngapain lo?” Nothing has changed from Caeera.

“I'm so cool, Ma'am, look at Reeyma.”

“Haha. Desire to have a sister turned out still to now?”

I just nodded. Put your hands and chin on the wooden side of the bed. Looking at Reeyma who was fast asleep. Seeing the baby sister was very shady, as there were no problems she shouldered.

“Lo already know my husband?” Ask Caeera again.

“Udah. Mas Raihan, right?”

“Iya.” Answer's short. “She's cousin Raksa.”

“I already know too, Ma'am.”

Among us there was silence, only the sound of television was heard. I still look at Reeyma so shady.

“Why did you first think I married Raksa?”

Ah, this problem again? Too lazy to talk about it.

“I was upset, until I didn't open the invitation. See the cover, your initials.”

I heard a little laugh from Mbak Caeera, “pity you guys, his life was instantly ruined. I guess there is no purpose. He went here and there looking lo, no results also.”

Yes, yes. I'm wrong here, because I'm selfish, always running away from trouble.

But, did Mas Raksa really get to that seal?

“Tau don't lo?”

I didn't answer any rhetorical questions from Ms. Caeera.

“On my important event with Raihan, he until did not come.”

My hand that was initially stroking Reeyma's cheek suddenly came to a halt. Hearing the story from Mbak Caeera was quite shocking for me.

“Definitely you did not expect? But it's true.”

“He thought, did not want to have fun, while lo in Jogja must be sad again.”

“The mind is also not calm, every day to me, “already no news from Ae?”” Continue while demonstrating Mas Raksa's question.

Not knowing why, a faint smile was etched on my lips. I am overwhelmed by the efforts of Mas Raksa. So all this time, she cared about me?

“Not to smile lo, boy. Do not remember in front of lo sebede gaban glass?”

I hold my face, look ahead. Sure enough, in front of me was a huge glass. Haduh, for one week I spent here just focusing on Reeyma. Until I realized there was glass there.

“Terus, how are you the same Raksa?” Ask again.

This time, I decided to sit facing Madam Caeera, she was also already sitting on the mattress while rendering.

“Commonly, Ma'am. Yes so.”

“I mean, you guys aren't officially dating yet?”

I just shook my head, “wah really, really boy. In the past, really asked for dicomblangin, now there is a chance even taken.” Her jokes make me laugh.

“Maybe Mas Raksa does not want to, Mbak.”

“No way.” Broken directly.

“Gue thinks he's waiting for you legal first, cil.”

Mbak Caeera continued, “I mean, wait you do not leak anymore. Sweet seventeen, that's lohh.” His words were quite anxious, because from earlier I displayed a confused face.

I just oh-ria hear the explanation? Is it possible? But I also had no problem getting into a relationship with him when he was sixteen.

“Do not think why, yes, cil.”

Still, my mother seemed to be able to read the thoughts that rotated in my mind.

“Raksa is the same age far, if Raksa maksa lo be her boyfriend now. Must be some weird thinker of him. Understand not here?”

“Why is that?”

She almost threw the television remote at me, fortunately behind her son, so she canceled the stunt.

“Lucky my son behind lo, if I do not throw this remote.”

“People think weird, yes out of fear Raksa is a pedophile, cil. So wait for lo legal first.”

I just nodded, right too. It's all for the good of both of us and our family. This is a safe step without inviting gossip from the surrounding people.

We were shocked by the door that suddenly opened.

“Minimal knock door, Sa!”

“Lo can't be a little smoother, Ra? I have an tail too.”

The one who opened the door was Mas Raksa. I don't know what his purpose was here.

“Ae, let's go.” Bring along.

“Dih, at least ask permission first to his brother.” Sindir Mbak Caeera's.

“Gue already permission to Kanjeng Queen of this house.”

I held back a laugh, meaning Mas Raksa was Mamah.

I turned my body towards Reeyma. He's still fast asleep.

“Eyma, ante go first, yes. You're the henchman, okay?” I said to Reeyma, but this cute baby must not have heard my message.

“I go first, yes, Ma'am.” Pamit me to Mbak Caeera.

“Iya bye, sana. Reasonable, again the angles.” The answer.

“Until when will also warm.” Said Mas Raksa.

I can only laugh awkwardly, “hahaha. Drug, Mbak.”

...❤...

We finally arrived at one of the legendary tourist attractions in Jakarta, namely the Old City. The clock showed at four in the afternoon. It turns out that there are also many people who visit this place in the afternoon. Even along the way many street vendors are street food vendors.

Mas Raksa and I continued walking, confused, why does this guy like to hold my finger? As if I was afraid to go away. I don't want to go anywhere either.

I looked along the side of the road, a lot of booths various sovenirs. As for the tatoo maker, the person who cosplayed became a Dutch Noni, and many others. Not to forget there is also a single organ that is performing old songs.

“How many years have you not been here?”

Hearing her question made me look to the side, the grown man who made me comfortable. Why is it that the longer, the deeper my love goes?

“Heum, Elementary School time?” I answered by asking again, because I was not sure of my own answer. For so long, I forgot.

“Hm?”

I show the grin like a horse, “mau it..” I continue to doubt a little. Afraid that they will be counted as much.

Mas Raksa's gaze followed the direction I pointed, he laughed lightly. “Haha, why is talking so shy?”

“Awarming once.” He continued, shuffling my hair for a moment.

Finally we decided to buy two pieces of legendary ice. Then Mas Raksa invited me to sit in a large field in the Old City.

Wahh, the more the night turns out the more crowded people visit. Many sat in the large field. The young people sat in a circle laughing together. However, it is a little uncomfortable when the buskers take turns to come.

We decided to sit down in this large field. The Raksa sat to my right. I'm still busy with this ice cut, black sticky rice is delicious.

“Aeera.” My ice-licking activity stopped when I realized Mas Raksa was calling my name.

At that moment I looked up and saw his eyes staring at me. A small smile was also engraved on his lips.

“Why, Mas?” React the tissue that I held directly to my lips, afraid there was chocolate stuck there.

“Haha. No, you're not a belepotan.”

“Terus why see Ae to kayak like that?”

Mas Raksa's view was immediately directed to the front, “entahlah. It feels, Mas don't want to stop looking at you.”

“Mas doesn't want you to go from Mas.”'s sight

I smile haru, “yaelah, I never go Mas. Who has left me.” After saying that, I went back to eating the ice cut that was left a little.

From the tail of her eyes, I saw her looking at me for a moment. Then look forward again. This old man about again why? Is he having more thoughts?

“Mas sorry to ever leave just like that, Aeera.”

He paused for a moment, and I waited for his story to continue.

“At that time, Mas didn't get permission to you. Because I heard bad news.”

He looked at me, as well as me. He smiled faintly. “Mas remember, at that time Mas was on his birthday. Remember your happy and cheerful face. But foolishly, Mas changed it all with a cry.”

“You know? Mas very sorry.”

I wrapped my hands around the feet I had bent, “alah, Mas. It's a story of the past. Consider it a bitter memory. So no more problems.”

“Mas tau. But I want you to know everything. The reason why I just left. So that nothing is hidden from us.”

I'd love to hear the story, really. I'm always willing to be a good listener for Mas Raksa.

“Starting from me getting angry when you give a doll gift? Hahaha, that's the thing I hate the most, Aeera. How can I be that angry?”

“At that time, Mas really hated dolls. Because, that thing that makes Father and Sister Mas die in an accident. Adolescence can not control emotions in such a way, and until now it makes me regret.”

“Imagine the look on your face instantly changed drastically, it made me hurt.”

Honestly, I still remember the pain caused by Mas Raksa's reaction, a reaction I never expected. But, what else? It was past. No longer need to be questioned, now just need to be remembered.

I put my head on my knees, saw Mas Raksa's face from below. It feels so sad.

“Added, haven't had time to apologize, Mamah you called Mas. He whispered the thing that made me traumatized will whisper a few years.”

I frowned for a moment, what horrible whisper had Mas Raksa traumatized?

“Mamah you brought word, if Mother Mas died in an accident.”

I straighten up and reflex says, “hah?”

“Mas, sorry so much. Ae doesn't know about this at all. Even Mom never told me a story.” So surprised, I didn't realize I was holding his fingers.

“Hahaha. Why should I apologize? After all, you are innocent at all, Aeera.”

He held my hand back, “remember, Mas Raksa just wanted to tell me so that everything was clear. Mas do not want to make your mood change.”

I pulled my hand back and seemed to catch my breath. “OK, I'm relaxed. But I really don't know that, Mom. I am sorry, yes. Sorry really can not accompany Mas when slumped.”

“It is precisely Mas who apologizes, Aeera. Mas left you when your situation is not fine without any clarity of reason.”

“Mas makes you feel guilty, raises a big question in your mind, what is the reason Mas left? Is it because of anger when given a gift that is not liked?”

“Until you traumatize the same doll, right?”

I smiled awkwardly, it was true everything he said.

“OK. So after Mas knew the bad news, Mas was immediately flown to Kalimantan to carry out the burial of the body of Mother.”

“And after that, Mas decided to settle in Kalimantan. Because in Jakarta Mas has no family anymore.”

“As much as possible Mas calm down, although Mas tau, Mas should return again to Jakarta to continue the business of Mother who had been while handled Aunt Edrea.”

I let out a concerned breath, that heavy as Mas Raksa went through? While presumptuously I always suspected him why suddenly left just like that. Mas, I'm really sorry.

“Hey, why do you look sad?” He asked while holding my chin. He turned my face towards her.

“Mas don't like to see you sad like this, Aeera.”

“IH! How not sad anyway? All this time I suspected the same lo, why suddenly goshting that? But, I don't know how heavy you've been through, Mas.”

“Gue feels really bad know not?”

“Hey, hey.” Only this time did he dare to embrace my shoulder so tightly. His hands were also rubbing so gently. My head immediately slanted onto his shoulder which was fielded.

“You are not wrong at all. It is precisely you who made me rise.”

“If there is no you, maybe I am still in Kalimantan and continue to fall, Aeera.”

“You are my biggest motivation to improve life.”

How could I not be moved? Mas Raksa, why can an ordinary girl like me play such a big part in your special life?

“Means, I don't want you to go anymore. I don't want us to be apart. In fact I pulled three wishes that used to be said.”

Three wishes? I re-enforce the body. Whahuh?

“You remember?”

For a moment, I seem to remember. The three wishes he had said the first time we met again, right? That desire just materialized. I really hate those three words.

“Hate me so much the same three lo desires it. Why anyway? Deliberately?”

He just laughed, “hahaha. Really, I was just joking. I was confused, why with instant even granted?”

“ISH! PD crazy, lo.”

“No. Instead the desire was boomerang for me.”

Why are these parents so honest? The prestige seemed to have just disappeared.

Y'all remember? Three very annoying requests at that time. Okay, I'll let you know so you can remember.

"If I want us to keep going, how?"

"If I want you to hold my waist how?"

"Then, if I want you'll miss me one day, what?"

Three annoying sentences that actually become reality. Maybe it all happened again. I DON'T WANT TO.

“Hey, why even daydream?”

“Hah? No, I'm ordinary.”

He smiled again, “I want our togetherness no limit. I want no more farewells. And I pulled out the previous three sentences. I want us to always be together like this, Aeera.”

I laughed at his wish, “haha. Suddenly changed so aja ya.”

“Why? You don't want to?”

“Bby lahh, can.”

“Basic.”

We went through this beautiful night jokingly. Many stories were eventually revealed. There's nothing more we want to cover for each other. This is so that we get to know each other and there is no more misunderstanding.

Finally we decided to move away from this vast field. Heading out of the Old Town. But the steps of Mas Raksa suddenly came to a halt, right in front of the copper ring carpenter.

“Aeera, do you remember the combined name Buanaeera?”

How could I possibly forget? I immediately nodded in remembrance of the combination.

“OK. From now on, we'll turn it into a Rakaeera. We open a new sheet, fill sheet by sheet with a new story, eliminate all old sorrows and wounds with new memories that we engrave together.”

Huh huh? This is Mas Raksa. He can speak like this? There is no shame in bringing something. No more awkwardness.

He took one copper ring. Then he grabbed my finger, inserted the ring. After making sure the ring matched my finger, he gave it to the handyman on guard.

“Mas, these two rings are engraved using the word Rakaeera, yes!” Her request.

I can just stitch in place? Even if this was just wishful thinking, who would dare to dream so far? It's really beautiful isn't it? It's like a story in a teenage novel I read a lot. Where can it be realized in real life?

Waiting for quite a while, finally the ring was successfully carved. I see, your name is engraved beautifully greeting two different sized rings. Mas Raksa took one beautiful necklace and made the ring as a pendant.

Without asking for my approval, he put the necklace around my neck.

“Beautiful, you are getting prettier using that.”

A wide smile was engraved on my face. How could I not be moved. As much as possible I held back the tears that were about to come down.

“This necklace and ring as a symbol of our togetherness, Aeera.”

“Mas hope, we can be like this necklace and ring. Although we are different, but destined to be a very beautiful unity.”

Instantly I hugged the grown man in front of me. Touched. How could my love story be this beautiful? Is the world joking?

The man I've always wanted, the man I never lost. Even the one who never allowed me to open a gap for others. In the end, she became mine. In the end, the love that I had thought was alone, could be so beautifully reciprocated.

This process of moving toward beauty is unexpected. God is the greatest screenwriter I've ever known. The twists and turns that happen, it will be beautiful when we get through it together.

Thank ye. Thank you for all the events and obstacles, and everything became beautiful at the right time.

In the end we were able to reunite. The old Raksaeera was the Buanaeera, carving out a new story with a million loves and togetherness that will become memories in the future. Beautiful and full of stories.

SENANDIKA: A BUANA