I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM
PRAYER THAT IS WORSHIPED
Vika looked at me in disbelief. His yellowish-brown eyeballs sparkled brightly with a faint smile still doubtfully as if piercing through my heart.
"Really!"
Again he nodded. Looking to the right left feels like there are other eyes watching. This time his smile was wide.
"8 billion??" his whisper was again trying to control himself from the emotion of excitement that immediately burst forth.
Vika hugged me tightly. Laughing in my arms that can't do anything. His shoulders occasionally shook as his laughter turned to tears. Either happy or sad. I didn't ask. Just let him momentarily drift away with his cry in my chest.
"It hasn't been a month, Mom! This is a huge windfall!" she cried out in her happy cry.
I smiled at assent. It is true that the windfall.
Eight billion houses were bought by a famous actor who loved the model and location of the house. It's totally beyond my expectations, too.
Ranti's prayer was right. Looks like I have to take care of my father's letters and also my father-in-law to leave umrah.
"The artist will take care to the notary later this month. So for these few weeks you should take care of your move immediately."
"Where to go, my mom? I don't know and there's no picture either." Vika was pensive again.
"Are you an alien or something? Have no friends or relationships at all? Is your friend just my wife? Most excited', there must be some of your family colleagues that you can ask for help. Soon you have a lot of money! You can take the apartment anywhere you want."
Vika just shut up got me a snatch. He looked down at me who was upset with him.
"I was traumatized for help. I'm afraid a lot of people are just making use of my wealth later, mas!"
"Yes God! You think all those people would be interested in your money just like your husband? Or maybe your past is too arrogant until when it is difficult not many people want to help you?" I'm scolding. Piqued. Vika nodded slowly.
"The words of Dika are both true" he answered softly. I took a long breath. Can no longer speak.
"What do you want now?" my question somewhat lowered my tone. There was no point in scolding Vika continuously because all of that had no effect on her. And surely in the end, I'll have to take care of it again.
"I'm up to you, you know better how to survive!"
I could see Vika who was still sluggish. He seems tired of his life even when he will have a lot of money soon.
"I'll just take care of it until the money is liquid into your account. And as agreed, I'll only take 5% of the proceeds. And after that, you can do as you please."
"I want to ask you again, ma'am!..."
"Please take care of me and my money. Please mas! I don't understand and don't understand all that. Let you keep your record. Because I was worried, Arif knew then he could be as good as my money. She knows my PIN number."
I almost choked. He nicely pointed at me taking care of his finances.
"You can open a new account. You can hire a lawyer. Consult smart people who can take care of your money, Vika! You can open a small company. Whatever your dream was, you can make it happen. As long as you are persistent, persevering and tenacious in living it all."
Vika pulled my hand. Holding it tight makes me uncomfortable. Fortunately, the restaurant we currently occupy is quiet visitors. Only a few people who may be late for lunch or kongkow together dijam home this office.
I shook off Vika's hand.
"We take care of it later. I'm trying to find a way out!" Vika smiled with relief. Say thank you a few times.
We enjoyed a cup of coffee and a few slices of cheese. I took a happy breath considering my plan to send my father and father-in-law umrah. I also want to take Ranti and Jingga vacation out of town. Enjoying the togetherness of our little family that is barely timeless in recent times. Maybe mendesov some parts of our house such as orange room and also a small garden following gazebo desire Ranti in the backyard which is still spacious in the form of land.
Vika doesn't look very enthusiastic. He just stirred his coffee cup without taste. Silence looked at the plate keiknya still intact has not been eaten.
"Aren't you planning anything, Vik?" my question suddenly made him flinch in shock. He shook his head. Back stirring the spoon in his coffee cup.
"Would you like to open a restaurant or restaurant?"
"I'm not da talent is also interest, mas!"
"Don't you like cooking? Your cooking is so good!"
"I cook only when I'm happy. People say, just happy is different from menekuni. I don't dare risk my restaurant going bankrupt or my cooking poisoning customers who eat later."
"Your mind is too narrow."
"My mind was too broad. There's nothing to be afraid of. Everything is free to do. If I make a mistake, papa-mama paati back me up. If I wanted to, they would have done it. Even anything that is not mine can be mine. Many people love me. Many people want to be close to me. Even my teenage years I can show anything and anyone to be mine. The world is so beautiful to me. Even when my father died, I could still change anything I wanted without having to bother thinking about anything. Until I was invited to marry a handsome man established who was at that time my target. She takes care of me like a king's daughter. Giving me everything makes my world perfect. Until I don't know the real motive. It turns out that he gnawed at the legacy company of the deceased papa which is actually more than enough to support 3 generations after me if I can take care of it because the company has bright prospects for the next few decades. Mama died after a stroke of 4 months due to shock when the bank people came to explain that the company was bankrupt and will be liquidated if not immediately get fresh funds from colleagues. Some of the assets of private houses relics of papa are also villas and small companies minimarket mama raib immediately seized the bank. The important bonds, deposits until the vehicles all run out one by one without being scourged by the bastard devil who with his sweet mouth invites me to move to Batam. He said Batam could change our lives again as before. He is getting crazy and open in gambling. Until one day he made me collateral for his debts. He also sold me his fame which had a cafe. Every Saturday and Sunday night I had to sing at the cafe for which he had paid to gamble. Even if there was a striped man who dared to book me with him to sleep, then the devil agreed to it as long as the pay was good. I wish my life was back to normal as it used to be. That's why I'm willing to be treated like that even though my heart is bleeding. But in fact, he's not just a gambler. But also female players. There are a lot of women around. It's not just me. And I'm not the first either. Can you imagine how my life would be after knowing that? I who used to be cheerful, never felt sad, confused and absentminded... Like a body without a soul, a body without a life. I'm limpung. Until now I no longer have ambitions back in my life. I can go through the day without tears. Being able to survive in this cruel world includes accomplishments for me..." Vika told me a lot of silence to hear it.
I actually want to tell myself. Who am I, how can I survive the cruel scourge of the world. But I stopped doing it for nothing. Vika is currently just cursing herself. The sad fate and also the pain of his life which when calculated is not comparable to the pain of my life since I was a child.
I want to show how grateful he must be for being born rich, to a happy adult. Married with luxury. I have been, since childhood, poor. I have to share everything with my family. Even my shoes as well as the school bag had to share with sister Dian, my sister. Not to mention food, clothes. Even since Junior High I have had to find my own money for my school needs by working as a pelvic porters in the market after school.
Not to mention the bullying I experienced when I entered High School. The creepy schoolmates I had to deal with for 3 years, every day. Hhh....
How sad my difficult life compared to the current difficulties of Vika.
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