Hot Duda: Love For Rangga

The Circles of Life

Irritated. That's how I feel. It felt like I was going berserk in front of my son-in-law's father. But I knew I had to be able to control myself.

"I saw it with my own eyes, Pa. That guy's a biktor, Rhea's ex-girlfriend."

Reno Dirgantara scratched her suddenly itchy nose. His gaze implies disbelief. However, I can also see a slight annoyed look imprinted on his face. "Let's see, Papa's gonna talk to Rhea. Let's try to hear the clarification first, yeah."

Once more. That's so annoying! I clucked, looking at him as if he had just been debugging. "I don't think there's anything that needs to be clarified, because what I'm seeing is obviously an affair. The two of them were not just hugging or kissing. They're both having sex, Pa. I saw the exclusive scene in a hotel room, in Bali. Exactly, what Papa did with Papa's secretary earlier. It's just, they're both really late*."

Reno mangosteen. "But it can't be so, Rangga. We should not mix personal and business matters. Papa believes you're a professional."

I*endesah. I know what he said is true. "Okay, I think so. But you, I mean Papa. Can Papa be professional in the future even though our relationship as both in-laws and daughter-in-law is over? Can you?"

Drrr...

His phone shook, interrupting our conversation. And my eyes were watching her, RHESMI said on the screen - the number that made the phone call. Reno chose the reject option.

"Papa doesn't matter. If you and Rhea get divorced, how else? But Papa make sure - Papa will be professional for our business. You too, right?"

Deal. Handshake together. My mind was a little relieved and I went straight from there.

I continued my journey to my next destination. I stepped along the funeral path, my feet already memorized where it was headed. I've been here so many times before that I don't have to see where my feet are going. My arrival, always the same as before, was with a bouquet of red roses that I tightly gripped. Red roses, flowers and their favorite colors.

Up ahead, my destination tombstone began to appear, its surface looking smooth and shiny. I knelt down, placing the rose solemnly next to the words that encapsulated my entire first love life. I traced her name carved in bold, SANIA SANJAYA.

"Hi, Ma," I said as I pulled the black glasses, covering my eyes. "The house misses, Ma. If Mama were here."*heavy rest escaped my lips. "The ladder is now alone. One more as before. And now it feels heavier. It's heavy."

I was alone for a while, long enough. Until I finally decided to go from there. I know I cannot be lost in sorrow.

"The stairs are home, yes, Ma. Mama don't worry, Rangga promised, Rangga will be fine. If Mama meets God, please Mama ask a wife like Mama to accompany Rangga. Maybe he's still willing to give one lucky break to this Mama's son. Yeah, maybe he's still good. It's possible."

I stood up, put my sunglasses back on and sighed heavily, stepping away....