DUSK PAINTING

Chapters 15. The Guest Unexpected

Rahma sat on the sofa. His hand held an empty glass after drinking it until it ran out. He was looking back at what happened to him earlier. Who they are, what they want. A question that keeps turning in your head and hasn't got an answer yet.

His eyes watched Dika who continued to move around every corner of the apartment. There was no awkwardness, as if this was his own home. But Rahma rebuked him when Dika wanted to open the door of the closed room.

"No way, baby." Rahma shook her head as Dika stared back at her after hearing the reprimand from her. "This is not Dika's house. It can't be that." He also led Dika to sit back on the sofa.

As Mizyan said. The host went out as soon as he finished showing the food and drinks available, showing the location of the bathroom as well as the kitchen, as well as the location of the TV and AC remote stored in the same box.

"Put up your own house."

Mizyan's words were repeated several times. Even after the door was closed, it was pushed back from the outside. Just by bending his head, the man said, "Take your own house."

Who can consider their own home. Mizyan is a stranger to him. The man who helped save him from chasing 2 men in a jacket. He breathed a long breath when he remembered the event. The faces of the 2 men in the jacket were already recorded on his head. He will not forget if suati when meeting the two people again.

Beautiful Mama.

Could it?

Rahma speculated. If it is confused with the arrival of Mama Indah two days ago, which suddenly became good, which basically invites him to make peace with the past.

Ah dizzy.

He shook. Then massage his temples. More thought even makes his head throb because it is not solved.

"She, that mo...."

Dika's screams made her jump. His son was no longer sitting by his side.

He approached Dika who was standing in front of the glass cabinet. "No way, baby. It's not a toy." He observed a row of unique shaped trophies and a charter inscribed with awards in the name of Mizyan Abdillah.

Top 50 Best Architectural Designers in Indonesia

Most Popular Designer in The World

It was among a row of awards owned by Mizyan that he read in the local and international arena.

So he's a famous architect?

"She, that mo...."

Awe and disbelief was scattered by the cry of Dika who forced wanted a unique statue-shaped trophy made of crystal.

"No way, baby. It's not a toy. I'll be angry."

But Dika remained sulking while sitting on the floor.

"Mother wants to go home alone ah, if Dika is naughty."

Succeeds. Dika stood up and blocked his path while hugging his legs.

"That's a coyeh, Nda." Dika looked up at the mother with eyes gnashing.

"Yes. Dika son of soh. Beloved Father and Mother." Rahma kissed the top of her son's head full of affection. "Soven children should obey Mother," he smiled to see Dika who nodded her head.

It doesn't feel like 1.5 hours in the apartment. Rahma had felt enough to rest and calm down. Moreover, Uma had just asked her position because she was worried about leaving from the morning until now had not returned home either.

"This is my number. If you need to, just call."

Rahma grabbed a piece of paper on the table. A line of cell phone numbers was written Mizyan on a piece of paper just before leaving.

****

Mizyan decides not to go far from her apartment. Just in case Rahma needs urgent help. Not wanting his time wasted, he took paper and pencil from the car to draw a house design according to the concept requested by the client this morning.

"Mas, tumben's hanging out here." One of the apartment security was surprised because Mizyan asked permission to join the lobby near the guard post.

"Inside again. It's hard to get inspiration." Mizyan replied casually without turning her attention to the sketches she made.

The security guard was bearded and did not speak up for fear of disturbing Mizyan's concentration.

Trings.

An incoming message was heard from his phone which he kept beside the paper.

"I want to go home."

The short message he read turned out to be from an unknown number. He ignored. Maybe just spam.

Within 10 minutes, the next sound was heard twice. He quickly wiped the screen. Who knows if there are important messages from clients.

"Hey, why not reply."

"At home to give thanks Dika. I have to go home!"

Mizyan surprised. It turned out that the message from the unknown number was from Rahma. He only realized after digesting the contents of the message. Warting with the picture makes time not felt to pass quickly even forgotten if from the morning his stomach has not been filled with food properly.

"OKs. Wait!"

After replying to Rahma's message, Mizyan continued ordering a package of fried chicken to feel her stomach sounding loudly.

He pressed the doorbell integrated with the camera so that those inside could know who the guests were coming. He entered with 3 fast food packages. Do not forget to also buy 2 packages for 2 guard officers who seem happy to accept the gift.

"Of!"

For some reason, 1 word that was spoken cheerfully from Dika's mouth became a pleasant ringtone. He smiled to see Dika jumping in front of him.

"I want to go home now." Rahma approached Mizyan who was removing 3 boxes of food from a crackle bag and arranged it on the dining table with a capacity of 4 people.

Mizyan nodded. "So, let's eat first. I'm hungry..."

"I'm taking a taxi home. Don't drive."

Mizyan. "I'll drop! What if the stalker's still after you. Danger."

"When, eat yuk!" Mizyan turned to look at Dika who came to join.

"We're still full. Please eat it." Rahma held back Dika who was about to climb up the chair and invited her to wait on the sofa.

"That's mo mamam, Nda."

"No, Mother." Mizyan looked at Rahma with a smile as the words Rahma and Dika were opposite.

But her smile faded quickly while closing her mouth looking at Rahma who was glaring at her. "Ups, forgot."He also raised two fingers. Peace.

"Do you have any enemies?" Mizyan who ate quickly and was done, looked at Rahma who ate while feeding Dika.

Rahma shakes.

"Then who are they?"

Rahma shook her head again. "I don't know. But they're like kidnapping..." He said as he glanced at Dika who chewed quickly and asked to be fed again.

"I'm sorry instead of intervening" Mizyan notices Rahma who takes care of all the food marks, stuffing them into one plastic bag as trash. "You better tell your parents this happened. Let's be equally vigilant."

"Yes." Yeah."

****

"Stop right here!"

Rahma asked Mizyan to stop the car which was 3 houses away from her house.

"Stage, 3 more houses to come." Even so, Mizyan obeyed Rahma's desire to stop.

"I don't want my family to know that you're getting home. I said take an online taxi"

Rahma waited for Mizyan's response, but the man sitting in the steering wheel was silent. He did not know the reaction of the face of the man who had helped him because he was sitting in the back seat.

"Thank you for helping me."

"Hey boy, it's a birthday. Later gift from Om nyulua ya!"

Rahma sighs. Twice his words were ignored. He instead watched the carefree Dika do a high five with Mizyan before getting out of the car.

At 2 pm, the Mahardika Al Malik milad ceremony is filled with 2 clowns who perform various magic and storytelling attractions. Make the children entertained full of happy laughter. A special birthday cake for the beloved baby is cut and distributed to all guests. Not many were invited, only about 20 from neighbors and family. Rade also comes with Nana, joined by Manda and her twin son Salma.

After the magrib, Dika was covered. Last afternoon his son did not have time to nap because he was distracted by playing with his cousins who came early. Rahma is now staring at the clock uneasily because her car has not yet arrived at home.

"Where's the car key? Let me take care of that."

"There will be someone who will drive you home."

Initially Rahma rejected Mizyan's offer. But the man wanted to help her. It is also impossible to ask for Password of the store employees because this day is off. He will also be busy with the show at home. There's no other choice.

"Tell me where is it?" Uma caught a look of anxiety on Rahma's face that walked modar mandir to and fro.

"Already, Uma. But it hasn't been read."

It was only after that, the sound of the car he was waiting for sounded. Rahma suddenly ran towards the iron fence and pushed it to the end. Malik's black SUV car entered the yard, slowly until it was perfectly parked. He had not seen the face of the man who was carrying his car because of the glare of the lights.

Rahma was glued to where she stood as the man in the hat came out of the car throwing a smile.

He who initially looks happy because the car full of memories has returned, now turned flat.

"She wants to be ushered in" he asked with a ketus.

"Yes. I am the one."

"Not wrong did I say?!"

Mizyan seemed to be casually leaning against the car door, responding to fashion-changing Rahma. Since the morning meeting sometimes friendly sometimes taper.

Rahma breathed a long breath and then shook her head to see Mizyan's indifferent, sinless face.

"Eh, there's Mizyan's boy." Badru's father who had just returned from the mosque seemed happy to see there was a celebrity guest pesantren.

"I drove Rahma's fat car in the TPU parking lot, sir." Mizyan greeted all of you explaining the meaning of his arrival politely.

"Kok Rahma didn't say that Mizyan wanted to take her car."

Father's gaze towards her made Rahma scratch her non-itchy head. "I guess the workshop guy, Dad."

"Let's go in, boy!"

"No, Dad. He's in a hurry there's another need."

"I am relaxed again."

Mizyan's answer made Rahma stare intently and then glare. It's not finished getting there. As soon as Mizyan sat in the living room, Uma greeted him enthusiastically. It was nice to see you again.

"Don't Mizyan eat?"

"Uma cooks a lot today. Want to taste it?"

"So he said he had eaten, Uma." Rahma interjected while giving an eye code to reject her mother's invitation

"Well, want Uma. I haven't eaten yet."

Sucks.

Shameless.

Rahma can only curse in the heart. Mizyan was completely insensitive to the eviction code she had created. Even with his leisurely pitching to the dining table following Uma.