I'm Just an Ordinary Widow

The proposal?

This afternoon I shopped to the supermarket according to the orders of Raihan sir. I'm actually shopping to fill my fridge. The relationship between the three of us, I, Mr. Raihan and Bhumi is getting closer. Sometimes we even joke, talking about unimportant things. It's just that, the fierce nature of Raihan sir is difficult to disappear. Has he always been so to everyone?

"Airin, do you have time tonight?" Ask Mr. Raihan while walking towards me. Right now I'm at my desk.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Mommy wants dinner"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Hmmm how do you say it? Mommy wants to eat your cooking."

"Whataaa!!!??"

"Don't be so tight Airin! I'm not deaf" Mr. Raihan sharpened his eyes

"Why can your mom? that's. a.."

"It looks like Bhumi said that I often eat breakfast and dinner at your house" Mr. Raihan scratched the back of his neck with a wry smile. Either itches the truth or not only he and God know.

"Oh sir, I'm ashamed"

"Be as usual Airin, after all just dinner. This time in my apartment yes" I have no choice but to obey Mr. Raihan. All right I'll cook for your dear Mami Raihan.

We got home early, Mr. Raihan gave me a ride as usual. On the way he's a little different, he doesn't talk to me. I ignored him, maybe something was bothering him. I dare not ask. Honestly, Mr. Raihan looks more handsome if he is silent like this, than when he is angry.

"Airin quickly shower and cook. That's a lot!"

"Huh? how many people do I cook for?"

"Have not asked much, cook a lot. I'm going in first"

I immediately carry out Mr. Raihan's orders. I took a shower faster than usual. I started cutting and sorting out the ingredients I would cook after Maghrib later, I wanted everything warm and fresh.

Finished with my activities, I called Bhumi to help me bring all this food to Mr. Raihan's apartment.

"What is this time ?" Bhumi asked as he looked at the dining table filled with ornamental plates containing many side dishes.

"Crispy squid, sweet sour sauce chicken, which is kale chops, flour fried tempeh. Beef teriyaki, prawns of pasture sauce, stir-fry bean sprouts. This is chicken nuggets. Let's help bring it now. I change clothes first" I rushed to the room, tidied up my hair, I wore a slightly relaxed yet neat outfit. Navy skirt with calf length and long sleeve white plain shirt. I don't use thick makeup, I just use liptint to add a fresh impression on my lips.

I went straight to Raihan's apartment, I pressed the bell. Then someone opened the door and

It's so many ! What the fuck is this ? Looks like I should go back. This isn't my show, I immediately turned my body around and Raihan sir held my arm.

"Airin come in" she whispered softly in my ear

I follow his steps, Mr. Raihan's hand still holding my arm. "Sit here" I saw Zayn smiling meaningfully at me. What the hell is it? Her mother seemed to be holding back a smile.

"Also, meet Raihan's papi. Papi Sulaiman, this is Zayn Raihan's twin . And this is the bontot Delisa" said Mami while shooting her smile.

"Hello sir, doctor Zayn. And Miss Delisa ?" I greeted them nervously. I don't know what this all means. What ? Is no one going to explain it to me? They smiled kindly at me. Seeing Delisa I suddenly miss Muhammad. Looks like they're the same age.

I was invited to sit down and we started eating the food that was already in session. Mami Maryam looks to enjoy, and so does Zayn. Sometimes Zayn nudges my feet downstairs. I honestly really want to ask. What's dinner for?

In between meals, Mr. Sulaiman asked me a few questions.

"Who was...aaaaa.. Orange huh?"

"Master"

"Where was college?"

"At the university xxxx master"

"How old are you now"

"You're 25 years old, sir"

What kind of question is this? I really don't understand. Like a job interview.

"Hmmm, what do your parents do?"

"That I am a lecturer at university xx, the mother of catering business in a small-time master's house"

"That university is in Bandung?" ask Zayn to me

"Yes bang, uh doctor" I immediately shut my mouth because of the release.

"No papa Jingga, mommy knows we're familiar too" Zayn patted me on the shoulder

"Do I not know?" Mr. Raihan squinted his eyes

"Lo nanya bang" replied Zayn casually, I see the jaw firmly Mr. Raihan hardened. That kind of thing just pissed him off? you angry bastard !

"When will we meet your parents?" Sir Sulaiman's words made me open my mouth wide. I really don't know what this is about. Is there a problem that my parents have to get to?

"Sorry sir, what's this about?"

"I'd like to propose to you for my son"

"But if you say, don't be careless ! Raihan has his own choice" Mr. Raihan looks very emotional in the words of Mr. Sulaiman.

"Who ? Felicia ? Raihan, find the believers. No need to make a family row. His parents don't approve of your relationship either"

Zayn and Mami Maryam looked ordinary, they were not surprised at all. It seems like it was planned.

"All right, but not Airin. Raihan doesn't love her pi" Raihan squeezes the handle of his spoon. With a very upset face.

"Diamond !" Mami raised her voice.

"Mi, Raihan doesn't love her. Just get to know just yesterday, after all he is not Raihan type" Regardless of whether he wants to. Does Mr. Raihan have to be so show dislike to me. I realized who I was. Sir Raihan shouldn't be that angry.

"Sorry sir, madam, what Mr. Raihan said is true. There's no way he's proposing to someone he doesn't love. I also have a candidate. Sorry, lady. Everyone's sorry" I woke up without finishing my meal, I don't know what made me feel like crying. I don't have any feelings for Mr. Raihan . But hearing him insult me so blatantly made me feel humiliated.

I went into my apartment, I took my cell phone and my wallet, I put them in my little bag. I don't want to look pathetic here. I have to go get some air. I'd better find another place to live, so as not to add new problems.

I walked through the corridor, towards the elevator and down to the ground floor. I walked to the side of the road, intercepting a passing taxi. I'm already in a cab. Actually I don't know where I'm going, but I decided to contact Dina. Dina sent me her home address. I asked the taxi driver to take me to that address.

Arriving there, I saw Dina waiting for me in front of her house. House with a fence as high as 3 meters or less. It's like a palace to me, I've only ever set foot in an elite complex like this. I can't believe Dina comes from a family. It's so much different from me.

"So let's go in" Dina roused me from the daydream. I was really fascinated by the luxury of Dina's house. Instead of guessing it was better to ask him.

"Your house is Din?"

"No, my brother's house" he said with a friendly smile, I put my feet into the house like this palace.

"Till hay" What? Bastian's? what the hell is he doing here? or maybe Dina is her sister?

"Bas?" I looked at him with a confused look. Today was full of surprises !

"No need to be surprised, Dina adek I'm Orange"

"Oh.. I don't know" In the office, that means they pretended not to know each other?

"Do you really want to do nginep Ngga?" Bastian asked with a sly smile. Makes me steal lips. ckck

"I don't think so after seeing you here deh Bas"

"So nginep aja no papa, tomorrow we can go together loh" Dina persuaded me, actually knowing the fact that there is Bastian in this place makes me want to cancel the plan to stay with Dina. But my mood is not good, especially if I have to go back to the apartment.

"You want to sleep the same as Dina, don't I?" Bastian crossed his arms smiling meaningfully at me.

"Don't start with the bus !"

"OK okay, Din play hape keep. That's brother's favorite to rest dong" Bastian nudged Dina's shoulder.

"Oh yeah bang, yu kak"

The next morning I woke up as usual, I saw a cell phone there was no sign Mr. Raihan was calling me. Ah Jingga ! what you expect.

But apparently last night Bhumi called me 8 times. But because my phone is in silent mode. I didn't know it.

I called Bhumi back, "Where's Assalamualaikum Jingga?" To the point once this guy . I like it ! He's a fun guy, not a bitch like Raihan sir.

"Waalaikumsalam mr. Bhum, I'm staying at home"

"So this morning there was no breakfast dong?"

"Please sir, I'm not in the mood. Hehe"

"All right, need an invitation?"

"No sir, I have a friend"

"Well, I've met you at the office of Jingga, Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Dina came out of the bathroom and gave me a towel. "Bring my sister, stink" he said teasing me

"What do you think Din is?"

"You smell of sadness brother . Hahahaha" Dina widened as she sauntered out of the room.

I cut my lips and went into the bathroom.Seusai shower, I had breakfast at the dinner table with Bastian and Dina. Dina lent me her work shirt.

"Gga, I'm anterin huh. Dina did not go to the office, schedule her in the field today" I immediately glanced at Dina, ascertaining the truth.

"Yes, I forgot to say haha. Brother leaves just as Bastian did." He said while eating a piece of sandwich.

"Din, I was curious. You are a rich man who works at KJ Group just as the head of marketing. Why not work at your parents' place?" While chopping up cow sausage on my plate.

"Gara-gara tuh brother. He said I should get some work experience first. Pioneering from zero , so ob cake so what cake. Damn it than I'm ashamed of working as a regular employee in my own papa company. I want to stay somewhere else. No one knows about me at the office. It's a secret between us, oh yes one more Fia I've told you" Dina raised her pinky promise sign, I agreed.

Then yesterday afternoon they were playing in front of me. Pretending not to know each other. Elementary !