I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

A LONG DAY

I hope my sincere feelings of friendship with Arif will be the same as the opposite. I'll try husnuzon. Too suspicious of something that does not necessarily happen is also not good. I'm just begging God, Arif Borne can be a good friend. Even though we were once in a position to attack each other because of my dark relationship with Vika. But honestly, I accepted Aris' attitude to me first. I was the one who was wrong. The problem of him and Vika should I not interfere too deeply which is precisely the stumbling block of my life now.

Hhh.... That dirty sheet I don't want to open any more.Maybe most people look at me weird. Moreover, now you can make friends and even go hand in hand with Arif. He was the one who threw me in jail and broke me to pieces.

But now my heart is no longer hurt and hurt. Everything was gone, yawning somewhere. I see Arif Borne is different too. He seemed so welcome to open up to start first mingling with me. Is because we have cried both, the seat of the park housing complex Pak Anjar during broad days. I don't know! It was as if I felt and saw for myself his empty heart, out of deep sadness when telling his family story.

I arrived at Gondangdia station at 9 o'clock. It turns out that Arif had already arrived there. He waved his hand at me from a distance of about 10 meters away from me.

I smiled at him.

"Sori, late! Wait a long time, huh?"

"Ga koq, I also just came a quarter of an hour ago!" He handed me a commuter line card.

"Bought a ticket apparently! Thanks!"

"It's okay! Yuk, go!"

"How much!" Me and Arif laughed together. We took the escalator to the top waiting for the Bogor train to come and take us.

On the way I tell the chronology of Mrs Hafsah selling houses. It is likely that the certificate of his house is still held by the loan shark who loaned money to his son. So I told Arif not to trust too much and just handed the money to someone other than Ms. Hafsah. Arif said he didn't bring cash back at the moment, and I liked the way he did business. He wants to see and hear firsthand, the house and the certificate. Only then will he cash out the money. I'm calm, it turns out Arif is not a person who easily say words of speech. It seems that for a long time the son of Mr. Anjar, he has learned a lot from him.

As usual, the residential complex where Ranti lived was calm and silent despite its position not far from the highway and train station.

I took Arif directly knocking on the door of Hafsah ma'am's house. Not long ago Hafsah came out because I had previously told him that it would come this afternoon. We were welcome to go inside and it turned out that two of Hafsah's sons were already inside.

After a long serious conversation, Arif asked permission to see the condition of Hafsah's house. It's old enough. Still looks good there are only a few parts that have been somewhat weathered. Arif nodded.

They chatted again seriously about his home certificate. As I thought, the certificate is still in the hands of loan sharks. We agreed to go to the man's house to settle the debt of Hafsah and take his certificate.

At 1pm we were still at the middle-aged man's house who had given the child a loan from Hafsah with high interest. Everyone has agreed. Arif called someone to bring the money here. It turns out that this kid has a lot of men too apparently. I just remembered, he easily threw me in jail with a lot of evidence.

There's an hour less, we're waiting for Arif's confidant to come. Finally, Ms. Hafsah and her two children signed a letter of agreement that their debt has been paid off and there is no more relationship or dispute with the loan shark. And the certificate changed hands back to Ms. Hafsah.

Almost half two in the afternoon. We stopped by the mosque before returning home to Hafsah.

"Sorry, your schedule to meet the child is disrupted because of me!" arif whispered to me a faint smile.

"Ranti's house also seems deserted. Maybe they're still in Depok and haven't come home! Probably waiting for her husband to pick her up from work!" I said slowly.

"meaning? Your ex-wife is married again?"

"most likely. Half a year ago a young man came to me asking permission to approach my wife."

"Really??" I shrugged my shoulders smiling wryly. Arif sighed while patting my shoulder a few times. It seems like a code for me to be steadfast in dealing with.

We went back to Hafsah's house. I looked at the door of Ranti's house which was slightly open. Looks like they're home.

Arif seemed to know what I wanted to say. He nodded his eyes as if telling me to leave him who still had business with Ms. Hafsah.

"Mom, I'd like to go first. Looks like the orange has come home. I want to see my son first! My friend I live here!"

"Oh yes, my mom! Yes, yes, they seem to have gone home! I forgot to tell my dad Orange."

"It's okay, ma'am!" I said hello to Hafsah and his two children and the man who brought Arif money.

I degdegan walk to the door of Ranti's house which is only a few meters away from the house of Mrs Hafsah. Hhh.. Bismillah, may Ranti accept me to visit her house just to look at Orange.

"Assynnya!"

"Alaikum salaaam..." Ranti stood in front of the door with a light. I was nervous to see him that way.

"Mas Dika?.... Jinggaaa, papa's coming, son!" Ranti went inside the house screaming for Orange. My hands are wet with sweat. My tongue is speechless. Can only look down at the ceramic floor terrace of Ranti's house.

"Papaaa....!" I can't hold back the tears. The drops flowed without me asking.

Baby boy! Dear orange! I hugged her so tightly that I realized that my embrace could hurt her. I'll take my cocks off to him soon.

"Why are you playing here again?" ask him innocently. His hands were holding my neck tightly. We were spoiled for almost half a year when we did not see each other. My son still misses me as his father.

I smiled with tears. Unable to answer it just fell silent looking at her cute face. I looked into his clear eyes deeply. My son looks as healthy and cheerful as ever. Ranti is a great mom! I'm happy to see my son grow up and get taller.

"Why don't you miss the orange?"

"Papa kangen dear! Really kangeeeen!"

"Why busy? It works far?"

"Yes, son!"

"Jungan khan is in school. TK little zero."

"Alhamdulillah... Papa's son is big, huh?"

Ranti went inside letting me and Orange with all our heart.

"Papa's sick? Papa skinny. It's her hair tied up. Rich kale hahahaha...!" Orange laughed out loud laughing at me while continuing to wiggle on my shoulder. Her little hand played my hairpin.

"Tomorrow papa haircut deh, Orange don't like papa hair huh?"

"Orango likes. Orange can braid dong rich berbi doll have Orange! Sure, pah?"

"Can! It's up to Orange, papa!"

Ranti came out with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies. He looks clumsy. I know, this meeting made it even more awkward after the last time I acted out and acted so annoyingly.

"How are you, mas?" his question was somewhat doubtful. I smiled at him for a glance. Then refocus on the orange. I'm nervous too. Worried she misunderstood especially maybe now her status has become a wife of people. I can no longer be carried away by feelings. I should be able to keep my eyes off the talk of people around.

"Where have you been all this time, mom?" ask him again a little long time. I sat down on the street.

"I live in the house of a friend's relative, Ranti!"

"I thought I hated me so much that I wouldn't see me anymore orang."

"I'm the one who's afraid you hate me. Sorry, I haven't seen an orange in a long time! I don't want..hhhhhh.h sorry, my phone number was blocked. So I changed the card. I also can't call you first if you want to come here to see Orange. Please apologize to Sofyan Ali! Forgive all my mistakes, Ranti! Last time we met, I made you cry again. Sorry!" I lowered my head to play the cup filled with tea because I was nervous.

Ranti was silent and did not answer. Take a seat and finally notice the orange who likes to play around with my hair.

In less than an hour I was playing and joking with an orange. I hugged my son happy. Kissing her cheeks slowly.

"Papa say goodbye, son!"

"Where are you going? Papa khan just came, time to go again?" Orange can already protest me makes me confused to answer it.

"Let's come again, look at the orange! Sorry, is it baby? Papa can't stay here long. Orange smart kid, must understand what papa means! Oiya, hail to abi!"

Orang-orange into the house. He snags at me. The sound of her loud crying made me go awry.

"That's it, don't cry baby! Papa will be here again. Papa promise, if papa is on holiday, papa is here again to play with Orange. Ya??" I am sad that my son cried for a while to visit him. I'm sad too, but I need to know myself and my limits now.

Ranti was seen wiping her tears quickly. I can only say hello. I was pleased with the gontai steps. With a sad heart to hear the cry of Orange from a distance.

Hhh.... How else. I can't go any further. Bringing Orange to stay at my place is not possible. In addition to his young age, Orange also can not be far from Ranti and vice versa. That's why I was so interested in buying Hafsah's house so I could get close to my son Jingga. But what to say. Hafsah's house now belongs to Arif. God has other plans for me, as well as an orange. Only now can I not bear to hear the cry of an orange because of me. O Allah, help your servant!

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