I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

MOVE AWAY

"Buck,... Tomorrow I'll take Vika's transfer, okay?" ranti said asking permission before going to bed.

"okay!"

"Let's pick me up, Vika's home if you're home from work."

"I picked her up at Vika's!"

"Hehehehe. said Vika, mas kalo ga diakalin kek that want maen home."

"Oalaaaa.. now the story is about Vika yaa, make me know."

"Abis, mas khan so. It's the same with Jutek mulu as the Vika. That's why we use that way. Hihihihi...!"

"Yes, okeee... Two on one. Oh, what me!"

I just smiled and looked at Ranti. Kiss his forehead and also his orange forehead.

Pray in our hearts that God will always take care of us, in our sleep and in our dreams.

....

I went to the office as usual. Back to the files on the financial statements of the company I work for. Makes me forget that today is the day Vika moves into her new home.

Almost half an hour I waited for my lunch made by Vika. I'm used to it and I'm no longer satisfied with it. Sometimes they wait for him with a thumping feeling.

Suddenly Ranti video call my phone.

"Hi, iamang! Where are you guys?" I asked to see Ranti and Jingga playing together.

"Paaaa, we're at anti-Vika's! Papa will pick us up if you're home from the office." I nodded with a smile. Happy to see such adorable laughter and orange blossoms. I'm laughing too.

"Father Dikaaa....! Don't forget, come here.....! Go to Vikaaa's mom's house!" Suddenly Vika appeared behind the orange immediately hugged and held the orange until my son was crying in shock. I was angry.

"Vika! That's my son, what are you doing? Honey, take our son quickly! That orange can't be admired like that!" I shouted worriedly behind the hp.

They panic while Ranti immediately takes the Orange from Vika's hand. I silently looked at him angry.

"Mas, yes, yes! I hung up. Come here later! Papaaah dag! Assalamualaikuum!" Ranti closed her phone.

I took a deep breath. Go down to lunch because my stomach is rumbling.

Today Vika moved house. I thought about whether the one million I gave him the other day would be enough to move him today. It takes more money to rent a vehicle to lift his belongings from the old house to the new house.

Hopefully Vika has no financial difficulties at the moment. Because the new sale and purchase agreement will happen in three days.

A plate of ketoprak enough to fill my empty hull. Understand, the responsibility of the month. Plus my pocket money this month is also a little because I've poured two million on Vika. That's why I have to be irit.

Ever since I knew Vika, my life expenditure has doubled. Ranti did not know that at all. Fortunately we no longer have installments because everything has been paid off. But I should be able to save at least 1 to 1.2 million rupiah per month for our future. But it was my savings that had been sucked in to help Vika. I hope that after getting a 2% commission from the sale of his house later, my savings will stabilize.

Money is in control of life. I've had a hard life before. So I pray that my son will not suffer the same fate as I did. That's why I always demand Ranti tie her waist in order to save little by little.

I work hard at night. That my loved ones may not lack as I once did. Maybe I seem too determined to make money. Because I planned it long before I got married. Until thank God my achievements bear fruit sweet even at my age which is still quite young to hold the position of marketing manager.

I glided to Vika's new home as Ranti requested to pick her up and our daughter. My heart is beating slowly. There are subtle vibrations in my heart. I don't know if I can interpret it.

I knocked on Vika's door. And before long Vika showed her sweet face complete with a smile.

Vika wears a knee-length white dres without arms. I confess Ranti's words the other day. Beautiful and elegant.

"Mas Dikaaa! Coming, mas!" he said, opening the door to his house for me.

The house looks spacious because there are only a few pieces of furniture that Vika carries. Indeed, some antique furniture has entered an agreement in the sale and purchase of his house that he can not bring.

"Where are the Laces and Orangas?" my many.

"So afternoon Ranti dapet telfon. He said his brother played at home. So let's go home first." Vika answered making me dumb.

"Why did you hear me?" This time Vika just shrugged her shoulders.

"Eat first, mom! My own Cobain soto!"

"Thank you. But I'm going home, Vik! Next time I'll play here again." I got up from the couch I sat on. Vika held my arm.

"Deploy first, mother! You also khan just arrived. Rest first! Eat first. Yea??"

I let out a breath. Picking up the phone and trying to call Ranti.

"Sorry, mom! I forgot to call you back home. Earlier the same father Hardi telfon if already in front of our house. Are you at Vika's?"

"Yes! I'm going home for that!"

"Mas! Not as good as having a home. Tastes first, mas! Vika cook soto mantep really! Cobain me!" ranti said on the phone.

"You are! I eat at home!"

"I'm not cooking, mas! Sorry!"

"Yes already. I hung up on ya yang!"

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Vika stood in front of me with a bowl of soto.

"Soto what, Vik?"

"Cow meat, mas! Cobain first. Ranti said, you are a big fan of soto. Maybe you like my soto!"

I sit back. Smelling the seductive scent of soto makes me hungry. Ranti also gave me a plate of warm white rice.

I thanked him while being immediately busy with the dishes that Vika served. It does. Vika-made Soto is delicious.

"Mmmm...can you have more soto, ngga'?" my door was a little embarrassed. Vika laughed happily. He went to the kitchen to get soto again. He looked back at me with sparkling eyes, because of my appreciation for his cooking.

"Money the other day is enough to buy meat, huh? Keep going, but rent a vehicle to transport goods how?" I asked to recall Vika's finances.

"I've been unloading papa's room all night. Apparently, old dealers have drawers. And in the drawer, I saw there were 5 packs of gold bars of 5 grams each. I sold a pack, mas! Pretty good, got 5 million mas!" Ranti told me with passion to make me smile happily. She is like a 12-year-old girl who is so enthusiastic about something new.

"Alhamdulillah."

"I can buy hp huh, mas?" she asked timidly while holding my finger slowly.

"So morning I had the intention to buy hp when selling gold on the market. But stop, I have to get permission first!" I was pensive to hear Vika's words. So innocent. So afraid of me that to buy something that is actually his business must ask me for permission.

"buy. That's your money, Vika! You deserve your own money. Don't need my permission."

"Mmmh.tomorrow afternoon, between me find a mobile phone yes mas! Hours of eating rest. Want huh?" he nodded with anxious hope.

"I'm doing a lot of work tomorrow. Pardon me! I want a guest from Taiwan. We probably have to have lunch too. What are you doing, buying it yourself? It's up to you, Vika. Your favorite models and brands. Choose one that really suits your needs. I trust koq, any fashion business, you're the best!"

Ranti lowered her sad head. Twisting the end of her dress with her lentic fingers.

"I hope you know me, Vika! I also have a big responsibility in the company I work for. Can't seem like it. You understand khan, huh?!?" I softened my voice intonation. Trying to make him understand. And I'm not lying.

"Yes, mom! I-i understand. I'm sorry, if I'm childish." Ranti pulled my hand. Holding it gently made my heart tremble. I tried to take off his hand. Worried about my own feelings.

"Taste you good. Thanks yeah! I'm saying home. Don't forget to lock the door! Check before going to bed. Also windows. Do not forget to check the stove before going to bed! I think sometimes, I'm afraid you're tucked up." Vika smiled sweetly at my advice.

"Mas has to stay here to know, after what I am!" his god made me glare. Pretend angry.

"I'm afraid you're raped!" I whispered a little mischievous back to teasing him. I was shocked to realize the spontaneous words were coming from my lips.

"Haha.maaas! You want to fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit, you wanna fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin!" Vika attacked teasing me again. His naughty hands tickled my waist. Makes me squirm away from it. But he was not afraid to chase me.

"Janga.... I'm a kid, only 14 years old!" my answer made Vika even more chuckle.

"This is the same aunt, deck! Aunty good koq, ga bite. Let auntie teach you a fun game!" Vika turned out to be even crazier making me laugh out loud.

"Don't, tantee! Jangaan....! I'll have to hit my mama later playing with my aunt!"

"Haha.... Dikaaaa!"

We laughed together. Until time just passed. And I forgot my intention, went home immediately.

We sat close. Until the skin of my hands and the skin of Vika's hands rub against each other. Gives a thrilling vibe.

"Life I've just felt this kind of happiness! I feel my aura so brightly shining when with you! Even for my love for Arif. It's not as big as how I feel about the overflowing mas!" Ranti uttered astonishing words.

Honestly I'm happy. It could be seen from the tinge of mourning and sweaty beads on my nervous face with her declaration of love. I, a 39-year-old man, was treated so badly by a woman. Who so aggressively shot his asthma arrow. Day by day with all its allure. Honestly my heart is broken. Melt.

But I can't. There's Ranti, and there's also Orange.

"You're just getting carried away, Vika. You're actually just amazed at me. Not love. Because you just know me. We haven't even known 3 months. After you have money later, you can definitely get a better husband than Arif. Who loves you sincerely. I always pray for your happiness!"

"I know you don't believe my feelings, Mom! I can understand that. Let time prove it!"

Why am I sad to hear Vika's words. Maybe it's true I don't believe it. I'm not confident. Because I know myself. I'm just a lucky man that God chose to enjoy a better life than my past.

My watch shows at 10pm less.

"Are you going home, Mom?" I asked with a nod.

"This is for you, mom! I know, surely your salary money has run out because you've given me a few times. This gold can be sold for additional daily allowance. Sorry, mas... It may not be worth the amount of sacrifice you make to me." Vika put something in my shirt bag. I reached into it. 2 packs of real pure gold. I gave it back to Vika.

"You don't want to accept, I'm going to ruin the household with Ranti. I can seduce him, let him be mad at you!" threatening Vika makes me swallow. Vika seems to be back to crazy. This is what I'm afraid of happening. I put that gold back on my shirt.

"I'm home, huh?"

"Be careful on the road, mas!"

I walked out of the house. But like there's a wedge in my heart. I went back to see Vika again.

"Vika! I feel my pride is trampled! I feel like an******* who receives wages from his hard-earned work pleases the big lady."

Vika grabbed me with her mesra.

"Don't say that! I'm so sad! I don't like ******. I also don't mean to trample on your pride, mas!... You are a very good person. Even sincerely helping me without thinking back. How much money was spent on my living expenses. Is there any****** that would sacrifice like that?"

I'm choked. Vika's words stirred up my feelings. I pecked his forehead while releasing his embrace. Without a word, I got out to my car parked in front of the house. I'm not aware of what I'm doing. Peeping the forehead of other women in front of the road that may be seen by people who pass by.

Vika was surprised by my actions. He is not speaking. Only a wave of his hand led me to leave the court.

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