Fascinated Son of a Maid

Memories Park

"You can go back to the office first." Rangga moved from the chair leaving Sari who was still clearing the files after attending a meeting with the stock planters. The girl simply nodded as she glanced at the boss's back which slowly disappeared behind the door.

"Where will Mr Rangga go?" Sari muttered softly, glancing at the wall clock in the room. "At four o'clock, I'd better get to the office and save this file, and then go home." Pack up quickly and leave the room.

*****

Rangga drove his car to one of the parks on the outskirts of the city. He got out of the car and stepped onto one of the park benches there. Muses... He misses this place. The place where he first met the Rengganis.

At that time Rangga was driving his own car after he met with one of his business partners. Rangga who saw a girl who was bowed lethargic on the side of the road then pulled over her car and immediately went down to approach the girl.

The girl then told me that she had just caught a pickpocket when she had just gotten off public transport. He looked very confused because all the shopping money given by his employer was in a lost wallet. Rangga then offered to help, but the girl refused on the grounds that she did not know him.

Rangga had to issue a real identity to convince the girl that he was not a bad person. Finally the girl was willing to accept help from Rangga, but he promised to replace the money he used as soon as possible.

"Mas, can we meet?"

"For?"

"I want to return the money I borrowed yesterday."

"No, I'm willing to help you."

"But I really can't take it?"

"alright. Where are we meeting?"

"In the park near the market, where we met yesterday."

Sure enough, two days after the incident, the girl contacted Rangga and asked to meet.They met on a park bench located opposite the market, where the girl shopped every day.

"Thank You." Rengganis offered a sum of money worth exactly as he had borrowed from Rangga. Rangga smiled accepting the money that was not so much, but he had to appreciate the feelings of the girl who returned it.

"Do you shop here every day?"

"Yes, sometimes I shop with Mom," said Rengganis with a smile, showing her beautiful face that is natural without makeup polish.

"Oh yes, Mas, I'm a Rengganis." The girl extended her hand. "Once again thank you, yesterday had not been able to introduce yourself."

Rangga smiled in reply, he did not expect there to still be a plain girl in a big city like this. "Let me drive home." Rangga moved from sitting, preparing to the car he parked not far from the place.

"Thank you, Mom, there's no need. I'll just go home on public transport." The rengganis got up and stepped straight away. After some distance the girl turned around and waved at Rangga.

Rangga smiled again while staring at the departure of Rengganis who will enter the public transportation. Since then Rangga often visit the park, at the same time when Rengganis used to shop.

The two grow closer and establish a relationship secretly. They would meet on park benches whenever the Rengganis shopped by themselves. Until one day Mother Siti found out about their relationship, she advised her daughter that her relationship with Rangga was not easy.

Bu Siti strongly objected and continued to advise her daughter to release Rangga as soon as possible. But it seems that Rengganis also loves Rangga so much that it is difficult to hear advice from his mother.

After a few months of their relationship, Rangga asked Bu Siti for permission to take Rengganis to her mother's birthday party. Ms. Siti was very forbidding, but Rengganis kept begging her to give her permission. Forced with a heavy heart Ms. Siti let them go. Sure enough, what was feared happened. There Rengganis is only welcome in front of all invited guests. Rangga could do nothing. She was more afraid of her mother's threats.

Rengganis came home with a broken heart, as well as Bu Siti who saw her daughter so pitiful. He was disappointed in Rangga who he believed would take care of Rengganis, even did not defend him at all. Even the Rengganis were left to go home alone without using footwear.

*****

Rangga stared at the park bench he was sitting on. Rangga remembered, a year ago he found his first love here. The girl's smile still felt real, as if repeating the beautiful moments of the time they passed.

The smile and laughter Rengganis could see every day turned out to be only a shadow. Rangga can only enjoy his solitude on a park bench whenever he misses his ex.

As if to be a cure for the longing in his heart, Rangga often come to the park even to just sit and rest. For him that place he will never forget, even though now the girl he loved so much has lived happily with other men.

Rangga continued to ponder until the dark. He did not care even though he would come home late again, and heard the babble from the mother.

Wherever anyway?

Don't run around often? When are you getting married? Son, Mama and Papa are old? When are you going to give us grandchildren, if you don't get married soon?

Sometimes Rangga felt frustrated with all the questions Mama Yuni always cornered. Why did the woman insist on getting married quickly, while in the past she was so forbidding her relationship with the Rengganis.

Social reasons are always a problem. Love never sees anything. If only that time ... Ah, never mind, remembering makes Rangga's heart so sick. Sick because he felt so cowardly to just stand up for the person he said he loved so much.

He knew, Rengganis was now happy with his life. Maybe now is the time he should be able to release all his feelings to Rengganis. To deal with the pain of his own actions.

Rangga got up from sitting, stepped out of the garden that began to darken. Leaving the shadow of the former who seemed to continue teasing him. Continue walking along the edge of the park to the car he parked. Until suddenly Rangga felt his body was approached by someone from behind. This states Rangga blinked twice, touching the smooth hand that was coiled around his waist.

It took a while before it came to a realization that this was real. Right, it's real. Rangga could feel the exhaling breath that was hunting on the back, along with a small sob that came out of the lips of someone who embraced this.

The man's blood rippled violently, rhythmically with his increasingly rapid heartbeat. Nah! Rangga pulled his words back. If the person who was hugging him was a Rengganist, he would not have let go.

He turned around, pulling the hand and bringing it back into his arms. But ...

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