Dusk World
11. mom's boutique
Right now I am in front of the school gate sitting waiting for an invitation with asyifa and my three friends, my friend, the hour of returning home from school was heard half an hour ago students had dissolved themselves to go home to each of them who went home driving a private vehicle some were waiting for an invitation like me at this time there are even those who wait for public transportation and just walk to his house.
"asik has finished his mos" said Anin
"how legitimate are you going to be a high school student?"mia said
"well.." said sandra.
"sah.sah.hahahah" said Asyifa, I laughed with their jokes.
"saaaaaaaaaahhhhhh" I said as I laughed.
"weiiisss,.High School boy he's already ciiiieeeeeehhhh,.hahahahha" said anin again.
"ciiiehhhhh,.cieeehhhh.by the way the invitation is coming" said mia.
"well, yes.iya.iya first yes" said anin.
"be careful nin" said sandra
"be careful, bring our friends" said Ashifa, the four of us busted to Anin
I saw the clock in my hand already showed at 02.00siang but my invitation has not yet come, now I am left and asyifa and sandra & mia while Anin just picked up by the driver. It seems like today I will not go home considering I will be home alone because my mother has not come home from the boutique, it seems like lately the mother's boutique is so crowded that the mother becomes busy.
Not long after my invitation along with the invitation asyifa & sandra and mia also arrived, the four of us separated with our respective invitation, I was already in the car driven by mang agus.
"we need to call Mom, right? I said to mang agus, I am currently sitting in the back of the bench letting the mang agus sit alone in front of the wheel.
"good non" said mang agus understand with my orders, although mang agus is older than father but his expertise to become a personal driver can not be doubted, she has been working with my father for 13 years as my mother's personal driver after one year of birth since my mom's boutique went well.
After a few minutes, the car was in front of my mom's boutique and I got out of the car and was still busy parking the car, I walked to my mom's boutique, this mom boutique is a very strategic place even though the place is near the roadside but the yard is still very large for the parking area of consumers.
While I was still walking I heard a horn sound that made me immediately turn towards the sound, a man driving with a Kawasaki ninja motorcycle approached me, I could not see who the rider was because he was still using his helmet.
"wearing here yes" said the ninja rider after stopping in front of me, I just squinted one eye to make sure who he was.
"diem bae.." he said again while opening his helmet, immediately I was shocked, this is why the rasta is here in my mind.
""""""tek"""""tek""""""""""" Rasta plucked two of her fingers into my face, making me feel out of my own mind.
"why bengong, what are you doing here? he said once again to ask me, really kepo nih people, want to make cake like me, I thought again.
"oh...come home,..weird ko why?" I said cynically, "why do you even follow me?" I said again on the rasta, I saw his smile emerging from his face, my inner sweet smile, instantly I was instantly hypnotized, astagfirulloh thought what the hell I am, my mind again realized.
"wearing a smile, I asked ya, ko even a smile, not sane?" I said again, still with the same mode a bit jutek, not that I do not want to be friends with rasta but better I keep away him instantly keinget same words kak wulan earlier.
"i don't follow you" he replied, "that smile can't be, that smile is part of worship" he said, still smiling.
"yes, that smile is part of worship, but if most smiles are thought to be crazy, crazy, stressed" I said, very surprised the same rasta has been told ngeyel really even followed to come here even though the jealousy is still very desperate nyamperin here my mind pouted.
"yes gakpapa.kan just thought it was not really crazy" he said still smiling.
"yawes is up to you, keep saying follow me" said I still need answers, this boy grin-smile mute where the smile is very sweet anyway, my heart tease banggggggggggg, my inner.
"my house is over there, I don't follow you, so as soon as I see you I ask you what is here, because I know the area, where are you going?, where are you going?, he said at length, aih it turns out I misunderstood the same rasta, too pessimistic the unconscious thought me with a face embarrassed smile itself, smile,
"cocycling?" he said pointing to mom's boutique, I saw her raise one eyebrow while I remained silent, "want to shop?" he said again asking.
I patted my eel because the question, not really bilngin want to go home yes my mind, "want to go home,..emang denger earlier I said what?" I said back cynical.
"go back to the store?" tanyanya, I haven't had time to answer rasta open her voice again, "wait a minute,...but the boutique name is just as rich as your name is, yes.why is your mom the owner of the boutique?" he said again, this boy nyerocos at great length the already rich cassette is broken no my inner mesh.
"well, if your house is over there go home, don't want to know my business" I said, since entering high school it seems like I'm more willing to express my frustration, although sometimes I prefer to give up.
"yes, jutek is very bad" he said
"bodo.." I said, who immediately walked into my mother's boutique leaving the rasta.
In the boutique I have seen mba ratna & mba ira and mba ajeng are packing clothes to be sent to various regions while mba yuni is serving customers who come to see collections of clothes and bags & bags & shoes etc that are in the mother's hand, these four women are the mother's kariawan, they are the ones who helped this mother dibutik for the last few years after changing kariawan.
"hi..mba-mba..i came" said I greet all my mother's friends with a smile, I put my carry bag on the sofa, I then stand up to the three kariawan mother who is packing goods.
"yes, mba,." I said, "is my mother busy in her room?" I said again, usually the mother at the end of the month like this is busy making the latest design so that the boutique customers are not bored with the fasion models that exist in the mother's hand.
"entrance de aja" said mba ira, "eh you really tumben bring temen de" said mba ira.
"no ko" I said briefly.
"it's de" said mba ira while pointing behind me, when I turned to look behind me, I saw that there was already a rasta standing at the door.
I just crossed my hands, it was not out of thought why rasta even went into the boutique mother, but again this is the boy I thought was coming straight to him.
"haloooo sya" he said as he held his hand to me with a smile, while I still walked closer to him with a frown.
"why did you come in?" I said angry
"eh..anu.I did not go in. do not follow you ko, seriously.." he replied still with a sweet smile, but I did not really believe the same rasta words, rasta, what's the need to try to get in, mother thought I.
"not following your way of doing here kunyuk" I said increasingly emotional, crazy this day really drain my heart and mind very much, ordinary even though I was a victim of bulian it feels like my life is mediocre, ordinary, my inner.
"caca...why?, said my mother who just came out of her room, I then turned to look at my mother, it seems like the mother came out distracted by my noise anyway.
"eh this isn't rasta huh, mba sindi's son?" my mother said again.
Naturally my mother knew her mother because the mother's boutique was next to the rasta house that like rasta said earlier, meaning she did not lie to her house next to my mind, and, & it could be that he also did not lie if he entered quickly not follow me but because there is a need to think me again, immediately I pat my eel,."die me", I said softly.
"eh yes aunty,." said rasta, "aunty I came here told mama" said rasta again
"oh, would you like to take your mama's dress order?" said the mother again with a smile while the rasta only replied with a nod & smiled as well.
Contact me feel bad so know it turns out rasta comes really not want to follow me but because it was told by his mother, ah...siaaaallll my inner, kegeeran really I until mikir followed the same rasta, ah, just let me realize how I can't be a rasta follow me everywhere, ***** anyway, my mind is still busy.
I saw that mom was telling mba ratna to get me two paper bags that seemed to contain a dress and the other like wedges, I scratched my head that did not feel itchy, this is my true selfishness. Rasta received a paper bag from mother who had just taken ratna mba, she smiled back at me which made me even more clumsy.
"rasta, until your mama yes dear, aunty thank you very much your mama has become a customer in aunty" said the mother while continuing to smile.
"iya aunty, if that's rasta go home first yes" said rasta, "yuk sya" rasta said to me still maintaining her smile.
I just replied with a nod & a grin, I kept watching the rasta that had sailed out of the boutique door, after I did not see the nose I then judged mba ira, yaaaaa....why could you think rasta is my friend indeed he did not know rasta take my inner mother's order.
"mba ira" I said a bit sewot that made mother and other kariawan turn towards me, "mba ira why could suspect rasta temeb me, I was, emang mba ira do not know if he took the pesenan mama, how the mba ira make me misunderstand the same rasta" I said at length, which makes the mother smile while shaking her head.
"anu de aliesya, sorry yes de, mba ira do not use glasses so mba ira do not see clearly if it was de rasta because mba is farsighted, who mba ira see just wear uniform just as rich you de so mba think it's your temen" I then pat my jidat, oh my god perfe ct really misunderstanding today, I think it's your friend, why also ni mba ira already know my nearsighted even do not wear glasses I thought.
"why are you ca?" said the mother who was behind me stroked my hair, I then sat myself in a sofa while snorting, mother is one of my confiding friends, she knows all about my problems besides assyifa, she said, yes as a fellow woman times ya better understand. "you know the same rasta ya de" said the mother again.
"know bun" I said briefly
"continue you why the rich do not like the same rasta de?" mother said again.
"so gini bun, I think that was the rasta ngikutin me, because I was away from him again, out of school I was run over by the same cwenya, pake threatened everything else I bun" said I explained.
"de drink first" said mba ajeng give a bottle of cold drink, mba ajeng really understand if I'm really thirsty thought I, without.wait a long time I spent the bottle of freshly thrust mba ajeng earlier.
"makasi ya mba ajeng,.tau banget I thirst to dry the esophagus" I said while grimacing mba ajeng only reply with a thumbs up while smiling and continuing his work helping memeking goods.
"why can she be jealous of you, baby?" my mother said,
"ah..I also do not know bun, I just know rasta four daily loh bun, know also that not even the minister of bun, this is because this morning the rasta came to class I nyamperin I brought me a light snack bun, ahhhhh so gossip deh" I said pouting.
"why rasta can't you eat a snack baby?" my mother said again
"how do I know bun, ah males ah talk about him" I said,
"bun I'm a laper bun" I said again who was hungry because since last time at school I only filled my stomach with a serving of rice pecel is very less filling.
My mother smiled as she rubbed my head, "yes already pesen aja aja dear good, pesenin also make mbanya same mang agus yes, ibun want to do design again" said the mother who re-entered the room, writhing the mother who is very enthusiastic as this boutique I am very proud, my mother is a very persistent woman & hardworking is why the work done by the mother is not in vain and develops very well.
After a few minutes finally the order that I had ordered had arrived, we ate together with my mother, the usual atmosphere that we often do was eaten together like this, he said, it is delicious if you eat rame-rame like.
"de ate slowly dear" said my mother, I just nodded without saying a word, from earlier laper just because avoidance so do not meet rasta & kak wulan, so that, in order to avoid not meeting rasta I can not get out of the class so that kak wulan not macemin me even though if it is beaten mah not necessarily the taste want to be the same me.
