Fake Friend

Rangga Dwi Putra's

Day has shown me the time of Maghrib, mother gave me a mukena, to perform the prayer of the congregation maghrib. Mr. Surya became his Imam. The sound of the chanting of the holy verses of the Qur'an brought by Mr. Surya makes this body goosebumps to hear it.

After the prayer, the mother rushed to the kitchen to prepare a dinner that only warms it, then served on the dining table. Although it looks ordinary food, but it is very appetizing. White rice, cassava leaf gulai, salted fish and anchored sambal and Ebi peyek added to my stomach getting hungry in the rain like this.

We ate dinner together, the silence in the dining room felt like an uninhabited house. Eat with your hands, so there is no sound of a spoon in the room. Delicious..., that's a proper word for mom, because it's good at providing dishes like this.

When he was eating, there was a knock on the door outside, Mr. Surya was surprised and upset. He said who these rains come to visit.

I opened the door to see who the guests were. My dad and I ate and enjoyed my mom's cooking. There was a clumsy fit at the dining table. I heard the happy voice from the front. Dad immediately washed his hands and followed mom ahead.

So did I who immediately finished my dinner.

It looks like Mom and Dad are happy to welcome his son who wears army clothes who just returned home after a long time not returning home. Son Ibu wati has a tall stout posture and black skin, being turned back to me who hugged both parents. I was far away fixated on seeing their happiness and feeling the warmth within this family. Mother took her son to sit in the living room. I kept glued to see them and subconsciously Mother kept looking at me.

In my composure, I was shocked when Mom called my name. Mother's son Wati immediately turned to look at me who felt strange to hear. Because to the knowledge of him there is no resident of this house named Annisa.

"Nisa, meet this son Mother Nak," said the mother called me to get acquainted.

" Yes Buk," I stepped over to my mother and extended my hand to her son Ibu Wati. The hand of the mother's son is also outstretched shaking hands .

" Nisa," I said introducing my name.

" Rangga," said Bu Wati's son.

Dad took us back for a dinner shirt, resumed dinner again. Rangga pamit wants to clean his body first. It did not take long Rangga out using a shirt that fits on his body, so that shows the curves of his field chest and checkered stomach.

Rangga headed to the dining table exactly sitting next to me. With confidence devouring food and use the event add rice all. What a strange man, there is a beautiful girl beside him there is no shame. Eat as high as the mountain. The kunyahan was quick to ask for forgiveness, how to chew it like a mill machine. I shook my head to see how to eat my son, Ibu Wati. Maybe because they are usually fast in everything they are on duty, so doing something must be fast, including when it comes to eating.

Mom cleaned the table and I helped everyone wash the dishes. After that the mother joined her father and son in the family room.

I saw that my new phone in the carger made me tired of waiting for it to be full, because there was nothing I could do to be in this house. Finally I went out to the terrace, saw the cold night atmosphere, the rain had also stopped. It turns out that this Sunday night, in this village feels crowded. Young on weekly nights

Even though their style is old but the solidarity of fellow friends is still there. Their bikes are still out. Motorcade butut roaring passed repeatedly in front of Mr. Surya's house, want to see me who was on the porch of the house. Whether because they want to get attention or what, some young people look stolen when passing by the house and their strange behavior.

Someone deliberately stopped the motor and then led it. And there were those who paced around like irons while staring at my face continuously without looking at the way forward, finally getting into the got.

I feel comforted by their behavior maybe they never see a beautiful girl yes, until the whole thing like a hick.

"Ehemm," Deheman Rangga kept me awake from my daydreams.

" Bath what Dek..," said Rangga who walked to take a chair in front of me.

" That's Mas, Funny look at their behavior," I said that made the person in front of me wrong.

" Ahemm, Mas yes, like already have a future wife called Mas," said Rangga who was sprained because of the call from me.

" Ha.ha, after all, Nisa is confused about what to call, calling names is not possible" I explained to Rangga, thankfully bright porch lights, if it is dark like talking with charcoal, it is not possible, because of the black skin of Rangga.

" Yes papa-nothing called Mas, Mas also like kok," said Rangga misbehaved.

" No cold Dek..," asked Rangga to me who watched me continue to touch feeling the cold of the night.

" It's good, Mas" said I who saw his behavior wanted to give the jacket to me.

" This is wearing the jacket, later you catch a cold," said Rangga Giving a new Jacket he brought from the room and still neatly folded.

" Thank you" I said to Rangga.

"You're engaged, Dek" asked Rangga to myself.

" Yes," I said honestly.

" Already want to marry means you yes." said Rangga interrogating.

" Not Mas, still a long time, still 2 years away" I explained.

" It's a long time that you guys are Dek's fiancee, not afraid of your future husband in the crowd" said Rangga menjili me.

" Ah, this mas only nakuti people, Nisa's future husband studying in Australia, Nisa will wait until her return," I said who sounded lethargic.

" So why Nisa can be reckless to get here, you have a problem with your fiance," asked Rangga curious because a woman can travel so far, alone again.

" Don't know if this is a problem or not, because Nisa hasn't heard from her directly" I explained.

" Why is that?" asked Rangga who was like a lawyer.

I also told Mas Rangga, I consider him more mature in hearing a story. He must have tasted the sweet bitters of dating.

If according to Mas, do not disperse, but if disperse is also okay, Mas also want to be with you.

" This mas.., Nisa is serious even in the smartai," said Ku who felt annoyed at jaili continues.

"Mas is also serious, two rius instead,

ahem.., it would be nice for you to hear him first explain, then we can make a decision. A relationship must have trust, in order for the relationship to remain lasting,"

" Have you got a girlfriend?I said find out.

" Not yet.., still approach," said Rangga casually.

" How can I advise Nisa" said I who was astonished.

" Mad, once engaged Dek, but failed because of distrust between the two of us, so it disbanded. Mas rarely goes home and rarely gives news, Mas fiance cheating with his office friends. At first declared cheating he dodged and Mas also did not believe. But once, he was caught by Brother Ipar Mas himself when checking in at the hotel. Brother Ipar Mas was meeting with his friends at the same hotel. Mas who had just returned home from duty, was immediately told to come to the hotel and at that time Mas came home without a sepengatahuan himself, thought Mas wanted to give a surprise. With Mata Mas himself saw them doing husband and wife relations in the hotel room," Rangga explained.

" I'm sorry Mas, Nisa didn't mean to bring up Mas Rangga's past" I said, feeling guilty.

" It's okay, mas want you not to experience things like Mas later, start from the first search for the truth, if you are cheating then you can make a decision" said Rangga advised.

" Yes Mas, Nisa will hear the advice of Mas Rangga," said I look sincere.

" Yes already there sleeping, already at night, is not what Mas heard from Mother, if you will come home early tomorrow?" asked Rangga to me.

" Yes," I said, nodding my head.

" I hope we meet again after today" said Rangga who seemed to hope.

I nodded and entered the house, took the mobile phone in the carger earlier and went straight into the room that had been provided by Ms. Wati.

A long night stay at Wati's mother's house. I could not sleep, not because of the many mosquitoes and not because my stomach was hungry, but because I could not find my favorite pillow that had the island of Sumatra and the island of Java. because every time I sleep I have to bend that pillow.

Well how is this, I try to look at the ceiling of the room, start counting from 1 to a hundred so that this eye can be closed. Finally the eyes were closed and a beautiful dream.