Fascinated Son of a Maid

Slowly Release

Rangga laid his body on the bed after he cleaned his body and filled his stomach which was rumbling. Sighing in relief and reaching for the phone that was back on the nightstand, Rangga checked some of the messages that went into the phone, he said, do not forget to transfer the money that he promised to the loan shark to save the girl.

Ah, yes, what was the name of the girl, even Rangga did not remember it at all, because he was too hasty to get home. Putting the phone back, Rangga glanced at the framed photo showing a beautiful girl smiling. Taking a quick look, he got up and grabbed the photo. He looked at it for a moment, then put it in the drawer.

Maybe I should learn to forget about the Rengganis.

Spreading his gaze, Rangga stared one by one at the photos attached to the wall of the room. Rangga took all the photos until there was nothing left, put them in a box and store in the corner of the room. Rangga laid his body back on the bed, and fell asleep when the time showed almost morning.

*****

Morning greeted with a sun that still looked timid in the eastern horizon. Rangga wriggled, glancing at the clock that was on the table. Mumbled slowly, then pulled the blanket back to continue sleeping. Rangga did not care, today Rangga wanted to momentarily forget his responsibilities in the office and continue his beautiful dream.

At 09.00 Rangga came down with a neat outfit. He stepped towards the dining table past his two parents who were busy watching television. Without caring for them, Rangga continued to step towards the dining table.

"Where were you last night?" Papa Wijaya's baritone voice sounded from the direction of the central room. Rangga stopped and turned around. "There's a little business, Pa." He wants to continue his steps.

"By spending that much money?"

"Ma ... " Mistress Yuni immediately restrained the shoulder of her husband who was about to rise. She did not want to see her husband and son back in conflict. "You're not dating a woman at night, are you?"

"I'm not that bad, Pa." Grab a glass of milk, then gulp it down the toilet. Rangga was not out of thought, why his papa could have such thoughts.

"Then why would you spend 200 million if not to buy a woman?" This time Mr. Wijaya is already in a normal voice. He did not want to return his emotions and was bad for his health.

"To help a friend in need."

"Friends?" Mr. Wijaya thought for a moment, wondering who the friend his son meant. Because he knew Rangga did not have many friends.

"Who?"

"Papa doesn't need to know."

"Is he your lover?" Mr. Wijaya continued to ask without caring about Rangga's face which seemed to start to be careless.

"Not."

"Then ...?"

Rangga put down a piece of bread that he had just bitten. His appetite suddenly disappeared. "Stop meddling in my personal affairs, Pa." Rangga stood up, grabbed the tissue on the side, then rubbed the food at the corner of the lips.

"Rangga, watch your talk!" Madam Yuni quickly pulled the arm of her husband who wanted to go to his son. "Come, Pa, we better get some rest."

"Don't embarrass the family." Mr. Wijaya emphasized his words, then went to follow the wife's invitation to rest.

Rangga just grunted in annoyance. Why is family always a problem. Though he always tried to keep the good name of the family and never a little do anything. He had to sacrifice his feelings and love.

Rangga stepped through the main door, walking towards the car that was parked neatly in the front yard, he pulled the gas pedal towards the office carrying a million memories that he would throw away slowly.

*****

Roy is still cool on his desk without caring about the sound of the ringing phone that continues to ring. It seemed that the man was not at all disturbed. Even Roy did not glance or just curious to see who contacted. Yeah, when Roy's first call was guessing that the one who contacted him must be Elisa, who else?

Roy just doesn't want the girl to go back whining about her wedding that will be held tomorrow morning. Although actually Roy does not really want this marriage, but he still has to make sure the child in the womb of Elisha has a full family. He didn't want the boy to be the same fate as he was.

Across the street a girl kept cursing while trying to contact the man again. But nil!Roy did not answer. Annoyed, Elisha immediately threw his cell phone on the bed and joined his body there.

He looked up at the ceiling of the room, wondering what his wedding would be like. Like getting a fresh breeze, Elisha glanced at the wall clock hanging in the room.

Why don't I just go to Roy's place. The girl smiled cunningly thinking of a way to get out of this luxurious house. Finally with confidence Elisha came out of the room, he went down the stairs to the kitchen to meet Mbok Nah who would take him to where he wanted.

"Lho, why aren't we here?" Mbok Nah spread his gaze around. Elisha said he wanted to eat fried rice, but why now Elisha asked for a car to lead to another place.

"Relax, Mbok, El just have a little business." Elisha smiled.

"But Mbok doesn't dare, Non, what if you know?"

"Mbok Well don't have to tell Papi dong. Easy right?"

That easy? Yes, according to. But later if Mr. Andreas finds out it will be furious. Mbok Nah squeezed both his hands, he was confused between wanting to tell his employer or not.

"Bok wait here for a second huh, I want to go in." Elisa took off her seatbelt and rushed to open the car door.

"Wait, Non. You better come along, okay?" The woman was ready to take off her seatbelt, but Elisha's hand was holding back, "No worries, Mbok, I'm only seeing Roy for a moment."

"Mr Roy?" Mbok Nah finally relented, letting the girl step herself towards the luxurious apartment building in front of her.

"Mr ... " Mbok Nah decided to report to Mr. Andreas, because later he did not want to be blamed if something happened to his young lady.

"Yes, Mbok, Ad what?" replied Mr. Andreas across the street.

"Anu, Mr ... " Mbok Nah again worried between wanting to tell or not, until several times Mr Andreas called, "Mbok?"

"Eh, yes, sir."

"Elisa's fine, isn't she, Mbok?" Mr. Andreas understands very well if Mbok Nah to contact him, especially if it is not about Elisha.

"Yes, sir, Miss Elisa is fine." I heard a sigh of relief from across there. Until Mbok Nah continued his sentence, "Miss Elisa met Mr. Roy in his apartment, Mr."

Hygiene ...

Mbok Nah timidly awaits the reaction of his employer. He rubbed his face several times because he was too nervous.

"Leave it, Mbok."

Whahuh? Mbok Nah is still silent with all his fears. Until Mr. Andreas' voice came back, "Let Elisha see Roy, what can he do now? Tomorrow morning they'll get married."

Ah, relief. Mbok Nah rubbed his chest repeatedly. His fear had just vanished. All he had to do now was wait until Elisha came back and bring him home safely.