Go home

Dinner

Renjana Kanya's

I had just finished taking a shower when one message was sent to my gawa. The Mas Hanung.

Mas Hanung

Yeah, I heard you were coming back with Araz? Here where is my penance.

Anya

Tomorrow I'll be heading to the office. So tired today.

Mas Hanung

Whoa, dare to deny the boss's orders?

Anya

We are superiors and men if the office business yes. Your job is not an office business.

Mas Hanung is indeed the type of boss who can distinguish office affairs with personal. So outside office hours, he could have been a confiding friend, brother, father, even a dugem friend though. That's why I can act "as I wish" if it has nothing to do with office business.

After no reply from Mas Hanung, I threw my body into the bed and let the drowsiness affect me completely. But before I could really close my eyes, the ringing of the device made me wake up instantly. Again Mas Hanung's name appeared on the screen. Is it as important as what the order is to force me to deliver it now?

I lazily answered Mas Hanung's phone. Before I could say my regards, the man had already given instructions quickly. Not even allowing me to interrupt in the slightest.

"Attract to the address I sent in WA. Now yes," said Mas Hanung firmly indisputably and directly turned off his phone without greeting.

"Ish, what a hell of a bitch."

I checked the incoming messages and read the address sent by Mas Hanung. My forehead wrinkled. The address sent was neither Mas Hanung's house nor his master's home address. What else is the home address of the famous billionaire Mbak Sinta's parents. Mas Hanung sent me an address for an apartment in the Slipi area. It's not far from my place, but the question of whose address I'm going to go to hasn't got an answer yet. Even if I sent a message.

I waited 15 minutes for Mas Hanung's reply, but the man never read the message I sent. He didn't even answer my phone.

"Someone wants to know what the hell I am?"

Seventeenth minute, the phone line is connected. Instead of answering my question, the man asked me to come immediately and forbade me to bring a car. I have to take an online taxi, or anything else that matters to public transportation.

Good thing he's the boss. If it wasn't the boss I would have made the calculations when I met him.

Still upset by Mas Hanung's treatment, I changed my fine clothes with maroon short-sleeved shirts and white jeans that I had worn a few days ago and still hung behind the bedroom door. As a final touch I picked up my flagship white bomber jacket that was also still hanging behind the door. Not to forget the white Nike sneakers robbed Damar when he went to Jakarta a few months ago. I don't know why the white outfit always makes my self-esteem level increase by a thousand percent.

While carrying Mas Hanung's paper bag containing batik woven gedog cloth and various kinds of chips typical of my area, I ordered an online taxi to be on time when I arrived in the lobby. If I meet, I will definitely ask him to buy me good food because he told me to be without the fairies of humanity.

Huft... Even this was already approaching Mahgrib. The man may have asked me to leave the house. Really, really sucks.

Why would I want to be done with him? Oh, my God, it really is***lo!

***

I pressed the doorbell of room 603 like the clue Mas Hanung gave me. But almost five minutes passed and there were no signs the owner of the apartment would open the door. I pressed the bell again. Stay quiet, no sign of life from the inside.

"Where are people. Is this really the address?"

I matched once again the address Mas Hanung sent with the number attached to the door d3aun. It's 603, but why doesn't anyone open the door?

Starting to get upset, I called Mas Hanung's number. Damn, that guy didn't ignore my call. What the hell do these fathers want? There's no way this is his son's fad. It was Mas Hanung's voice calling.

Tok.dok...

Finally I knocked hard on the door to get the attention of the apartment owner. The result is still the same. At the eighth minute the door opens. An unfamiliar face appeared from behind the door.

"Mas Al's... Araz's? Why would... How come..." I was at a loss for words the moment Araz appeared from behind the door. Since this incident happened this afternoon, I will try to say his name correctly. Although I'm not sure what the cause of his attitude that suddenly became quiet.

The man was as confused as I was when I saw him standing at the door of his apartment. Looks like we were the victims of Mas Hanung's prank.

"I live here. And you..."

"Oh, come in yuk. It's not good that a virgin at this hour is still outside the house. Hanung is still with Abi."

I can't deny, I can't face Aldo ah... Araz I mean, when I remember the bad mood this afternoon. Right now I have to face the figure who was clearly not ignoring me. What are Mas Hanung's plans this time?

"Ehm, I'm nitip this for Mas Hanung. I think I'm saying yes, Mas," I refuse to avoid the atmosphere that might be increasingly unpleasant.

"Eh, uh... It's good to go that way. Nope, nope. Go in first, lo." Mas Hanung's voice sounded from inside the apartment. The bespectacled man came out still wearing a sarong and peci after carrying three rakaats.

"But Mas..."

"Not come on!" Threaten Mas Hanung while accusing me of using his index finger. I swear, the father of one child is really deliberately upsetting me. "Lo also how Raz, instead of being told to enter was even left standing in front of the door. I want you to call..."

"Eits, don't macem-macem you're the same me! I asked him to come in too. You're the one who suddenly pops up ruining the atmosphere."

Two men of that age were busy arguing in front of me. Arguing who is to blame for the incident that just happened. Of course Mas Hanung was the most instrumental in this matter. He seeks justification by cornering Araz.

Wait, why did I realize one thing? If Mas Hanung and Araz were friends at High School and they were the same age, it would be no longer the beginning of thirty dong, but 33. So he and I are eight years old, not five?

I guess we were five years old when we first met. Duh Kanya, your brain why suddenly so oon anyway. Was it because he looked younger than his real age? If now even seen he is different from Mas Hanung anyway.

"Woi Kanya Gayatri! Even this child. Enter not lo. If I go home now I swear I don't get a cab lo."

Mas Hanung's voice broke the daydream that suddenly set me up. The man even pulled my hand to get inside Araz's apartment. A four-year-old boy ran to hug me as we passed through the lounge as well as the kitchen and dining room. Abi, Mas Hanung's son is indeed quite familiar with me since I first worked under the guidance of his father.

"Anya Aunty... Aunty's here to have dinner with us, huh?"

Abi's question made me even more confused. What exactly was Mas Hanung planning?

I just smiled awkwardly in response to Abi's question, which no longer cared about my answer. The boy had already taken over his father's order and opened a package of cassava chips labeled "grunts".

"If you want Mahgrib, there is a mukena at the prayer place, Nya," said Araz from the kitchen. The man was busy in front of the stove doing some cooking. "Ah, the bathroom is under the right side of the stairs," he said again while still busy with cooking utensils.

"I'm in a hitch Mas," I replied in response to a nod by Araz. Dazed by what to do, I chose to sit with Abi who was seriously watching the cartoon shows of twins made by the neighboring country. "So I love watching Upin-Ipin."

"Like aunty dong. Later if Abi's besal wants to make kaltun kayak Upin-Ipin."

"If you want to make a cartoon, you must want to eat vegetables so that pinter. New Trus can make Upin-Ipin kayak cartoons. The time to eat vegetables when cooked the same Om Araz mulu," chirped his father when he came out of one of the rooms in Araz's apartment. Abi only frowned and continued to eat chips while his eyes could not be separated from the television screen. "Lo didn't Mahgrib just yet, did he?"

"Again my hindrance, Mas."

"Oh... Here you go, Araz cooks a lot. You have to try her cooking. I guarantee you, tomorrow-tomorrow you will definitely be addicted."

"Oh yeah? What's it like, 'emang?"

"Udah ripened all this, you try to taste it, Him. Only later can comment," Araz bargained while arranging the results of his cooking at the dining table. Mas Hanung gave me a sign to follow Araz's request.

"Well, it's delicious" I commented as I looked at the dishes at the dinner table.

Start capcay, fuyunghai, bihun, to saute kale and tofu-tempe. The smell of steaming hot rice made me swallow. I just realized that since this morning I have not had time to swallow anything to eat. If Mas Hanung's plan asked me to come here to take me to dinner, of course I can't refuse it for free.

"Will not be able to refuse 'kan lo see the results of his cooking. Not if you've been eating Araz, beuh...already, I guarantee nagibi."

"Mas Araz is a cook as well."

"You can comment if you know what it's like, Kanya," Araz said as he held out a spoon and plate to me. I accepted it with hesitation.

"Udah don't have to support jaim lo, Nya," teased Mas Hanung while standing next to me. Hearing her make my cheeks feel hot. Damn my boss this one.

"Om, Abi wants to eat the same Capcay Om Ayaz cuisine. Auntie also tried. Om Ayaz cuisine is the most delicious one in the world," Abi's screams were heard from the front of the TV.

Gaining the support of two men and one boy too, I ended up spooning the capcay onto the plate that Araz gave me and tasting the man's cooking. True Abi said, maybe Araz cuisine is the most delicious - although not worldwide, at least enough to represent some restaurants around Slipi. The taste of the spice can blend perfectly with tomato sauce. Even the spiciness fits in the mouth. It's safe for a kid like Abi.

"Where do you want to go home or have dinner?" haggar Mas Hanung I only returned a smile and sat down at the dinner table. Even Abi who was busy watching TV, now sits next to him with a sparkling face.

How can I miss a good meal for free? Moments like this can't be wasted.