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He Who Can Be Shamed

Renjana Kanya's

Renata's face stiffened as I offered a request. He looked at me sharply. That woman was seriously watching me. It was as if I was looking for a loophole if I was just joking and not seriously asking for her help.

"Gue wasn't sure I could help, though. No kidding around this. Nada Sumbang Manager. Where can I be, Him. Moreover, you know for yourself, I am now again focused on the same Wind Direction. There's no way I just live with them. It's more unlikely that I should take care of both. Yes, the Wind Direction is just an indie band, but their jobs are also quite solid. This is all if they're not on hiatus for a while, where can I go home."

"Ta, I don't know who to ask for help. I can't help them either. I have met and am comfortable with the passion I am pursuing now. This is the world I've been dreaming about for a long time."

"Pursuit of deadline means lo?" ask Renata sarcas.

I know he's still disappointed with me because our meetings often fail for the same reason. Deadlines. Almira often complained about the same thing. Even they say, I could be the most annoying human being if it's been dealing with a dead end.

"Yes, yes, but that's not all. Dam, help persuade Tata, cake."

This time I asked Damar for help to enjoy the egg martabak in front of him. While Almira chose to help Aunt Sari in her room. He knew enough that if we had gathered together, our chat would have been impossible for him to follow. Even we used to tease her and irritate Almira. Moreover, Damar never defended him at all and actually joined in teasing him. So before that happened, Almira chose to step aside first.

"Gue don't follow. That's both of you're business."

"Dam, ihh. Ta, huh? Help me out, will you?"

"It can't be that easy either, Anya. This is the manager of the band that is on the rise, Nya. Must be ready for tour and all sorts of things. You know what that means, right?"

"Yes, I know very well, Ta. That's why I asked you to help. If you are, I'm sure I can."

Renata took a long breath. I watched my face pleading.

"Yes, yes, I will help you. How can I refuse if you put the face of the cat to be pitied so?"

"Seriously so?" ask me with sparkling eyes. I hugged Renata's body sitting beside me.

"If not I take it myself no problem ‘kan?"

"Well, yeah."

"Yes, you want Nada Sumbang to have a manager?"

"Yes, but I want you to be their manager."

The woman again breathed. He was most impatient when faced with my stubbornness. Had it not been in a public place, he would have ripped my neck until I begged for mercy and agreed to his argument.

"Lo believes in me. He can be a great manager for Nada Sumbang. I also shared all the skills I had with him. They have no manager at all. The labels that cover them are great. ‘Should've had their own manager."

"Until a few days ago, they still had a manager anyway, but already dismissed the same management that overshadowed them."

"So it's true that the news is circulating among the artists that Putra was not a single accident?"

I just sniffed my shoulders. However the media makes paid opinions about Putra, there are still parties who are not likely to be satisfied with the news circulating. They will continue to search for events that actually happened.

"Gue doesn't want to tell me ah. The name gossip, it is not possible to stop at just one person."

"Don't believe me?"

"Sori Ta, but if it's business, I don't believe you. Do not remember lo, how do I beg Almira same Damar not to know before I am ready to tell the story? Uh, it hasn't even been two hours, they've actually appeared and followed the cry."

Renata laughed in response to my statement. The woman must remember very well the fateful night that happened when Eka's father announced that he and Mama would get married. Events that have twisted my entire life.

"Sori, I don't have the heart to see you suffer alone, Nya."

"Oh, so what about Nada Sumbang?"

"Yes, I helped you. Already, do not need to install the look of a cute pretentious cat like that deh."

"Basic demon. It's smart to be told to pretend to be pretentious to be pitied."

Damar who was as early as just a spectator now began to comment. I just stick out my tongue. Sebodo very with the words of Damar which was never filtered. After all, it is common among us to dub each other with the most rude call.

"Look, I like dong."

"But you're not doing this for the Son, are you?"

"No, I did it for Nada Sumbang. There are no exceptions."

"Yes ‘kan lo used to be the manager of Nada Sumbang because of dating Putra. Yes, just ‘kan now for the same reason."

"rirrata, ihh. It's not that."

"He's got a girlfriend, Ta."

"It doesn't mean you've forgotten your previous love, Dam."

"Seriously so, huh?"

I'm not responding to a dispute between Renata and Damar. I am tired of being glued to a name that keeps me hooked. I really decided to step up. Accepting the pain that I will make the strength endure.

"It doesn't matter now. I live in the present, not the past. Time yes to mourn only," I said provoking Renata's smile.

"Eh, my eagle baby's grown up now. It can fly high without fear of falling again like it."

"Ma ... ."

Renata laughs. The laughter of the woman is contagious. We still share the warmth in the same place.

...***...

"Sister, I have a prospective manager for Nada Sumbang. When can I see the others too?"

The son had just finished his morning run when I asked him to speak. The man gulped down a bottle of mineral water before catching up to me sitting in front of the television broadcasting the morning news.

"Hugely fast. Your friend?"

"Yes, but not a friend who will be your manager. He helped me find. Well, I know the same people, just don't know the familiar. I met and talked to him a few times. If Renata's the one who recommended it, I believe him."

Two days after my meeting with Renata, the woman told me that someone she was talking to would accept the offer to become Nada Sumbang's manager. And, like I said, I know the person Renata is referring to. They are still cousins.

"Renata, your friend, you know that we are ... ." The son did not continue his sentence. The man looked at me while scratching the back of his head.

"Renata, why?"

"Hemm ... if we have .. broken up?"

"Oh .. you know. He's even the first to know we broke up. Why indeed?"

My son did not answer my question. He just threw himself on the couch and grabbed the TV remote I was holding.

"No, I'm just curious. A few days ago, I met a girl who called me your friend, but she still called me your boyfriend."

I laugh. "And, you're curious because my best friend isn't much?"

"Yes, that's it."

Smiles still spread on my lips. Indeed the Son is right if my close friends are not many except Damar, Almira, Renata, Reni, Amelie, Audya and Clarisa. Now only Damar, Almira and Renata are still exchanging news.

Even so, actually my circle of friends is even wider. It's just that I'm a picky about who needs to know my personal problems. And, it seems like the Son knows best about it.

"That means you already know too, right if he can't be a close friend like you said? Uh, but I'm curious too. Must have been an effective meeting?"

The face of the Son is red. The man looks wrong. He even avoided my eyes.

"It's really my guess. Your meeting must have been memorable. How, what, dong's story!" my God made the Son's face turn red.

"Nothing is." The answer of the Son who avoided my question, made me even more certain that something had happened.

"You shouldn't lie to me, brother. Look, your face is red now. It looks like a tomato. Something must have happened, right? Let's just say."

"Nothing, Anya. Nothing happened," said the increasingly evasive Putra made me aggressively tease him. Until finally he chose to run away under the pretext of wanting to take a bath so that he could immediately go to the hospital.

I laugh. Although there was still a bit of pain left, but there was also a feeling of relief. I could see the Son blushing in shame again after such a long time. I secretly hoped that meeting that woman - whoever she was - could be a good start for the Son.