Home For My Soul

40|Poor Women

She keeps nagging me about my clothes of choice. Naturally, because I deliberately chose the not so good in his body. He should not complain. The price of the clothes I chose was nothing cheap. Everyone who knew the brand would still look at it in awe.

I knew he was deliberately sitting in the next chair, not in front of me to avoid me. But I don't want to let him win and move seats. Tempting him is a new hobby that I like. Seeing him angry with a dead red face was very interesting.

Beyond a doubt, there was a woman I knew who walked up to us. Why are they in this place too? Though I deliberately choose a place that is quite far from the environment of people who know me and my family.

“What are you doing with this poor woman here, son?” aunty Winara asked with a dislike look towards Amarylis. “Do not until you are stuck with his innocence. People like him close to you just want to target your family treasure.”

“I intend to eat here, Auntie. Not after Theo's treasure. After all, he forced me to come with him. Please, don't play the accuse so,” said Amarylis, in self-defense.

“It makes more sense that Theo took my daughter out to dinner than a country boy like you,” protested the woman with a bang.

“The proof is already in front of Auntie,” reply Amaryilis fierce.

Seeing them reciprocating, I kept quiet and let them say whatever was on their heads. People started to look at us, but I didn't care. Watching Amarilis get angry at anyone other than me is very comforting.

This woman came in time. Amarylis had an outlet for her anger, so I survived. After all, he couldn't oppose me for too long because I didn't want to lose either. Unlike this woman, she did not seem to care about having to defend herself noisily in public.

“Do you see that, Theo? My daughter will not behave like this to someone older than her,” the woman said while looking at me seriously.

“Ah, talk about Chika, how are the two bodyguards? Have they healed?” seductive Amarylis with an innocent face, I also did not need to respond to the woman's question.

Aunt Winara was stunned for a moment before her eyes rounded. He cleared his throat, then turned to look at me. “ Anyway, you have to be careful. This poor girl must be after your family treasure.”

“People who claim to be lucky also many who target the wealth of their own friend, Auntie,” said Amarilis did not want to lose.

Aunt Winara closed her lips, then left us. He didn't wait until I responded. I smiled at Amaryllis's behavior. He had completely forgotten that he was not Katelia, but Amarylis. But I didn't remind him of that.

Since he has decided to be himself unfettered whether he is Amaryllis or Katelia, I respect his decision. Isn't that the job of a good boyfriend? Always support her lover do his best.

The interruption was very helpful, because Amarilis was no longer angry with me. He even ate voraciously, forgetting his former annoyance. I looked towards the table where Om and Aunt Winara were. They only ate together, without Chika.

“Gue to the toilet for a while, don't go anywhere,” I said after we finished eating.

After the bathroom, I didn't go back to the table. Coincidentally passing by the cashier, then I all paid our food bills. Looking at the bread in the display cupboard, I bought a few pieces for Amaryllis. Who knows if he's hungry by midnight.

His face was much fresher when I returned. It was evident with his calm attitude as long as we were in the car. He was silent, not nagging anymore like we were leaving earlier. I can also drive my car in a relaxed manner.

I reminded him of my arrival time so we could go together to Matt's concert. But he refused and insisted it was better to go alone. Not wanting to fight any longer, I gave up too. I just want to help, if he doesn't want to what to force?

“Tumben lo home tonight?” ask Matt wonder. I sat by his side, enjoying the cool breeze on the porch beside the house. “Normally after attending a direct invitation home.”

I did not answer, just opened the bag of snacks I brought, then ate the contents. He reached out and took the chips. She's not like Mama who's gonna keep talking until I open my mouth. We Husada men are not much of a talk.

The side yard of our house is filled with flowering plants, so the view is very beautiful on a bright day and the air is cool on a dark day. We'd rather sit around waiting for drowsiness in this place than watch television on the weekends.

The next day, Matt went to the concert venue. He will attend a short meeting before the event starts. We arrived and arrived on time. I used to go on my own bike, so my parents were alone in their car.

There were so many people present, including Papa and Mama's acquaintances. I was grateful that I didn't have to stop at the entrance just to return everyone's greetings. I would rather just sit back and wait for the event to start without making small talk with the others.

“Wah, you guys are lucky to get a position in this row!” exclaiming Chika who sat by my side without asking permission first.

“It's better to go. That chair already has,” I said seriously.

“Gue and Matt who objected,” reply me.

He's laughing a little. “Theo, it's enough to play these cats. Our parents will announce our engagement soon. Why are you still acting like this to me?”

“Go,” I said firmly.

“Absolutely who is sitting here? You don't know. Wouldn't it be better for you to sit next to someone who knows you than a stranger?” still trying to change my mind.

Just sitting for a few minutes he had a lot to say, I can't imagine how else during the event? I can only hear his voice during the performance, not the sound of music that will be played.

Because he did not listen to me, I handed him over to Amaryllis. Fun to also see my girlfriend having a mouth war with him later. After the incident at college, I want to know. Does Chika still dare to look for trouble with her former best friend?

“Lo, Chika?” said Mama who came with Papa. “Why are you sitting there? You're not sitting with your parents?” He sat by my side, then Papa was next to him.

“I will exchange places with the person sitting here, Auntie,” she replied casually.

“Sweetest. Matt already gave the chair to someone else.” Mama smiled thinly, feeling bad should be firm. “You just sit with your parents. Matt wouldn't like to see not his teacher sitting there.”

“Gurunya?” chika asked disliked, but she quickly put on her smile. “Means Aunt, Amarylis? Private tutor?”

“Iya. Matt chose this line so he could see the four of us from where he played later,” Mama replied enthusiastically. “Sorry, yes. That chair is not for you.”

“Ah, i-iya, Auntie,” said he was wrong.

I told you, he's reckless. It's wrong of him to be ashamed of my mother's expulsion. He left and was no longer as stubborn as if he was the most important human being to my family. He now knows that he doesn't have the full support of my parents.

“Amarily!” mama to my left.

I did not turn my head and just looked forward, towards the stage that was ready with the podium seats and the various musical instruments that would be used for the concert for the next two hours. She must have been wearing one of the ugly dresses I chose, so her appearance would be just plain.

“Wah, you are so beautiful!” praise Mama, surprise me. Real pretty? He stood up to shake Amaryllis' hand and kissed her cheeks. “What is this new shirt?”

I don't believe in my vision. What's he wearing? How could the clothes I refused even stick to his body? He smiled with satisfaction at me, making me suspicious. This girl has money from where to buy such expensive clothes?

“Thank you, Auntie,” he said sincerely. “Yes, a very good friend has bought this shirt for me.”

“Truly a good friend. Come, sit. The event will start soon,” invite Mama.

Amaryllis sat on my left side, and Mama on my right. She didn't dress up too much, so I know Richo didn't interfere with her performance today. He only did that at the inauguration of the building yesterday. Then how could she buy such an expensive dress?

Before I could ask, my phone shook. I took him out of my pocket and there's Matt's name on the screen. Since the concert hasn't started yet, I answered the incoming call.

“Theo, do you know someone who can help us?” he said in panic.

“What happened?” many wonder.

“We are in big trouble! No one can help us now! Everyone we knew was in contact and they couldn't get there as fast as lightning. You ride a motorcycle, ‘kan? Pick up your friends who live nearby. Fast!” begingly.

“Please talk, Matt. What kind of person do you need??” my words are getting upset.

He asked for help, but did not tell the details of the thing he needed. How can I help? Once he answered my question, then there was only one person inside my head who could save him.