Honey Semanis Tubes
PAIN IS NOT BLEEDING
Aksar awaits WA's reply from Kinanti while soaking in a jacuzzi at his residence. He believed Kinanti would blush to read poetry from him. He knew, from the beginning, Kinanti's interest in literature, especially poetry, was quite large.
Aksar's phone rang back. As she expected, the woman replied to her message half an hour from the last one. A photo was sent to Kinanti. Photo of the woman's ring finger with a ring embedded. Small circular objects made of minimalist platidium with a diamond in the middle.
[Sorry, Mom. Thanks for your attention :)].
There was no response from Aksar. He only read it briefly, then threw the original phone. There is a sense of heat that again fills the chest cavity.
Then, it immersed its entire body into a jacuzzi to cool the jealous flames. After that, he climbed up from the pool. Water droplets wet the floor, making a wet trail as it made its way to the room.
Still with a towel wrapped around his waist, Aksar began to pull the drawer in the wardrobe. He grabbed a small box of black velvet that he had kept for so long. He brought a jewelry box to the balcony. He ignored the cold air that pierced the joints.
The athletic man was still clutching the box and squeezing it for quite a while. When the box opened, it appeared a ring with the same shape and motif that Kinanti wore. He looked at Lazuardi.
The ring was his.
Her engagement ring .. with Kinanti.
Daydreams brought him back in time 16 years ago ....
“You just choose what kind of ring model you want,” Sutrisno told him at the time. His father approached while presenting a jewelry catalog.
“But, Pa. Will the girl agree to marry me? He has never met me, ” replied Aksar a little hesitating.
“I know, you've been following him for a long time. Your taste is pretty good, son. After I investigated who his parents were, it turned out that his father was the best friend I had been looking for,” Sutrisno explained. This is the longest sentence he's had with his son.
“Mean, Papa?”
“Yes, Kinanti's father has been my friend since the time of Junior High.” Sutrisno simply answered as he was. Then, silence was created between the two.
The middle-aged man was quite surprised by the fact that his sidekick was dead.
Still remembered first, they were familiar and often stayed at the home of the parents of the Friend. Both of the Companions parents were so kind and thought Sutrisno like his own son.
They often helped the economy of Sutrisno's parents long ago. The young Sutrisno clearly felt it was impossible to return the favor of Kinanti's father and family. Both promised to be different if they have a boy and a girl. God granted their wishes. But unfortunately, communication between them was cut off when Kinanti's father was assigned to the Papua area.
So many years apart, how happy Sutrisno when he found out that Kinanti was the son of his best friend. In fact, Sutrisno himself has discussed this engagement with his best friend's wife. Ibu Kinanti had indeed waited a long time to fulfill the last will of the husband.
Aksar sparkled at the fact and it was as if he had gotten a collapsed durian. At that time, he thought the way to be with Kinanti would not have aral. He himself did not believe if his father who had been rough and cold turned out to pay more attention.
Since childhood, Aksar only lived with his mother and several domestic assistants in a fairly luxurious house. Sutrisno came home twice a month, just for a little while. Aksar often asked about it, but his mother never answered.
“Thank you for Papa's attention to me.”
Aksar stood kissing Sutrisno's hand.
Sutrisno fell silent, then immediately released Aksar's handrails. Really, this rarely happens until the conversation was formal and clumsy.
Aksar admitted that he was not very close to Sutrisno. There is rarely any conversation between the two. Once Aksar wanted to chat with his father, but his intention was always undone when he saw the hateful gaze that the old man always aimed at him.
When SD first, envy sometimes approached Aksar. When the bell came home from school and saw his friends being picked up by their father, Aksar simply looked on blankly. How much he wished Sutrisno had also picked him up. However, it never happened even once.
“You know, Aksar.” Sutrisno spoke with a straight look out the window of his five-story building. He sipped his cigar deep, then exhaled the smoke slowly.
Aksar turned his head, then again bowed quietly waiting for the continuation of the word Sutrisno.
“An old adage says, there is no free lunch in this world. It also happened including to my own son.”
“I don't understand what Papa said,” Aksar said staring at his papa's back.
“Papa will wave Kinanti to you, with one condition ....”
They were both silent, busy with their own thoughts. Only the sound of the ticking of the clock was clearly heard between them. Not long after that, Aksar spoke.
“Terms? What terms, Pa?”
Sutrisno remained silent, then turned a sharp gaze toward Aksar. “Terms easy. Persuade your mama to leave this city!”
***
Rizal immediately approached Laras who still looked indifferent nearby. Even without him, the victory was still achieved by their team.
Rizal opens the helmet and glasses that frame his oriental face. At first, he was confused about what to say as the beginning of the conversation between them.
God, please help me just this once.
Then, Riazal's courage came up. He resolved himself to greet the woman who was cleaning the safety kit. “Hai, Barrel. How are you?”
The barrel turned back, turning to the familiar baritone-sounding voice in his ears. “Kak Rizal? Uh, Brother club member too?” He looked at Rizal while patting his shoulder.
A small nod from the man answered Laras' question. The sight of the two scattering and stalled for quite a while. There was a strange gulp in the heart of Laras, then turned his face the other way to cover the red hue on his oval face. After which, a stricken smile, suddenly expanded on his lips.
Simultaneously, Rizal's heartbeat echoed in tune. He enjoyed a smile that made his heart beat abnormally.
There was a moment of silence between them. Although a smile expands beautifully and tightens every time he looks at Laras' face longer, Rizal tries to behave normally. The girl did not say much, even Rizal had noticed that the owner of the black bead in front of her was only busy with herself.
The barrel did not mingle with some of the women in the shooting community who were chatting at the front desk.
“Don't you brother who shot me earlier, huh?” Baras pointed at Rizal with a question that made the handsome man a little misbehaved.
Rizal's palms started getting wet.
Shoot it? batin Rizal repeated the Baras question.
Questions that seem ambiguous.
“Yes, I shot you earlier, so accepted, no?” rizal said provoked a reaction Laras.
“Not that shoot, Brother!” Laras smiled and closed his mouth while looking away. The red hue is again visible on the sweet face.
“Sorry, brother joking. By the way Laras have long joined here?”
“Gak. I'm new too, huh. Just two years back. Rizal's own brother? I rarely see Brother training.” Laras was still tightly holding his equipment and was about to head for the storage cabinet. His slow steps were accompanied by Rizal.
“It's been a hobby since college. But joining this club has only been a year. New brother stuck time if there is no operating schedule,” said Rizal. His second move came to a halt in front of the dressing room.
“I first, yes, Kak.” Laras closes his brief conversation with Rizal.
However, his steps came to a halt as he heard Rizal's reply, saying,
“Laras .. brother treatir eat, can?” bring Rizal. They were both in front of the locker room door.
There was a long pause before Laras gave a nod of his head.
Iyes!
This time, Rizal will not miss the opportunity to get to know Laras better: a quiet girl who is so sweet, according to the taste of the mother who really likes a girl who does not talk too much.
Laras accidentally accepts Rizal's lunch invitation. There are also important things that he wants to convey to the man who is still smiling in front of him.
***
“Pesen model without cucumber slices. Clear without soy sauce!” rizal and Laras said at the same time.
The two turned to look at each other and laughed together in front of the waitress who offered a typical Palembang food menu. Rizal and Laras agreed to enjoy the afternoon by choosing a restaurant in area 26 Ilir.
The two people looked at each other, surprised by the same taste. A second later, word for word began to flow between the two. Some visitors seem to judge they are a married couple because of the chemistry caused.
Baras is still not too sure what happened to his life. Really, God's scenario is too pretty to digest. This was not the way of life he had been living. In fact, he found men with similar food tastes.
The same thing was felt by Rizal. He had believed, Laras was the answer to the prayers he offered in his night prostration.
The happy tremor that had enveloped Laras instantly went out as he remembered something. This is what he will say if one day he meets Rizal again. Mumpung everything is not too far away and his heart has not been too coveted.
“Kak, I have something to say. It's quite important.” The barrel slowly stirred the red bean ice.
Rizal, who had been staring at the phone screen to check the conversation in the WA group, immediately noticed Laras intensely. “Yes, brother danger. What do you want to say?”
“Thus, I am this ... a widow ....”
***
