I'm Just an Ordinary Widow

Yogyakarta

We have arrived in Yogyakarta. On the way to the house, I kept looking at my phone screen. I'm waiting for news. The news of someone who doesn't love me. That man is Raihan.

Raihan did not send a single message. For that I tried my luck by sending a message to his assistant Bhumi.

"Assynogaic"

5 minutes later, Bhumi returned my message. "Waalaikumsalam miss Jingga"

"Where to?"

"I'm at the hospital, miss. What was? Does Miss need anything?"

"No need to be too formal with me, if there is no Raihan mas call the name just plain rich"

"OK, how. Need anything?"

"Not the same as Raihan?"

"Yes, that"

"Where?"

"At the hospital"

It's true my guess, Raihan's still with Felicia. He deserved not to send me a message.

Soon we arrived at the house. Secretary Dimas brought two of our suitcases inside. Tok tok tok tok

"Assalamualaikum" I said along with Dimas. "Waalaikumsalam" replied someone from inside. As I thought, he was Muhammad. "Oh Allah, do not say come. Come on, mas Dimas is coming in. Uti must be very pleased you come here" said Muhammad happily.

We went into the living room where we used to watch tv. Before me, Dimas first kissed uti's hand in the sungkem position. Uti rubs darling Dimas hair. Then Dimas peeked both cheeks and then the forehead uti gently.

I did the same thing, because it was our habit from childhood. Uti smiled looking at me and Dimas.

"Here sit" pinta uti to me. I thought Dimas was sitting next to me. Muhammad went to the kitchen to make tea for me and Dimas. Uti starts chats from light to serious chats. We reminisce about a time when we were so small that Dimas and I were in the gray white.

Uti loves us so much, Dimas is like family to me. As a child Dimas has been foster by his grandparents. I used to live in Jakarta with my other family. When I was in 2nd grade I returned to Yogyakarta to enjoy the old age in his hometown. I often go back and forth to Jakarta Yogya just to stop by the place uti. And always with Dimas of course. Uti loved Dimas as much as his own grandson. Yogyakarta is the most historic city for me. Because here, in this city the first time I met mas Ridho.

A few minutes went by, it didn't feel like we had talked for nearly an hour. Uti finally asked us to rest.

"Dimas with Muhammad is it okay?" ask uti

"Yes uti, Dimas sleeps the same uti is also okay. Hehehe" Dimas chuckled while embracing the uti shoulder.

I left them and went into my own room. I cleaned myself up and performed the service as usual.

Then I lay myself in bed. I'm lyric again my phone screen. I hate the fact that I'm still waiting for news. News of the man ! My husband who does not love me. Even if I get the message, I probably won't return the favor. Ting ting..

I immediately opened whatsapp and checked who sent the message. It looks like Raihan. I'll open it immediately.

"Airin, I can't pick you up. If you want to go home now say yes. Let Bhumi pick you up"

"Rin?"

"What are you doing?"

Cih ! A pick-up? Haha ! Very amusing. Just pick it up ! You will never meet me. You bad guy ! Unfeeling. You can cheat so blatantly.

I'm really going to ignore you ! just look.

Raihan called me, I just let my phone go on. Raihan played with my feelings. Even my daughter's feelings are Kinanti. Evil is indeed ! Brutal man.

"Your ears are online but why not reply to my message? Is there a problem?" message again. I ignored it until I finally fell asleep and went to sleep.

The next morning I decided not to look at my phone. I plan on turning it off all day. I want to get my heart used to it without Raihan. About my family? they could contact Dimas, uti, or Muhammad. When it comes to work, I don't care anymore. I'm sure my best friend Dimas won't let me live a long life without a job. Muhammad went to his college, and he was going to visit Aunt Lian's house. His son was a bully, so I and Dimas lived at home.

"There is no plan where. Come to my workplace. But that's if you want" said Dimas while enjoying a cigarette.

"Hmm. You can't get that killer away from me !" I said pissed. I hate cigarette smoke. Only Dimas would dare to smoke near me. And I just found out he smokes, too. I don't know since when, maybe it happened while he was still living in America.

Dimas knew what I meant and switched off his cigarette. "Banging, I take a shower first. Lightning bath" she stamped as she walked away.

I was wearing white jeans and a gray shirt that I put in my pants. I tied my hair low. I went straight to the porch waiting for Dimas. "This cake" Dimas throws a pair of sunglasses. "Why use this?" many confused.

"Pake aja, I also use it" he said while putting his glasses on.

Dimas was wearing a suit, he was indeed my handsome little friend. His face was inherited by his father. The face of the Caucasian which has been a favorite since long ago. Remember the school days when I was a girl courier at school. Some just leave chocolates, letters, and others for Dimas. Dimas accepted it, if it was a letter he would throw it away when he got home. And if it's food she'll share it with me of course. We are partners after all. Hehehe

It didn't take long for us to arrive at a large building. If I guess this building is more or less 20han floor. CO Hotel's, one of Dimas's family businesses. Hotel inherited from the family papa Dimas.

I went inside to balance Dimas's steps. We were greeted by several hotel employees who bowed their bodies.

"Jang to ,lo gih streets. Want a spa, want to eat, want to do it up to you. I have a meeting above. But if you want to come, come on" said Dimas while continuing to step his feet. I shaken refusing. "Cieee who is already a busy person" my god while nudging Dimas' arm using his elbow. "This is an important meeting. Prospective investors are hopefully the deal. I want to make a mall in front of there" he said, pointing outwards.

"Oh, is the dean deck lo?"

"Lumayan anyway, because he said he wanted to come here directly see my other efforts. I told yaudah to go to the hotel. Hopefully the goal. I don't know who it is." I raised my eyebrows. "Could you do it? so you don't know who you're going to meet ?"

"He's old temen papa. Papa's the same communication he. Papa said today he would come, I just follow papa's orders. When it comes to investors, I believe equally. He has more relationships than me. I was just following it. Yes, bye !" Dimas got into the elevator. I turned my body around, I did intend to take a walk today to just forget about my problems.

I walked down the road without a vehicle, I let this foot go wherever it likes. The further I go, but the harder I feel. It seems my decision to go for a walk alone was wrong. Did I just follow Muhammad to his college? He'd want to accompany me on my way here.

I sent a short message to Muhammad, and soon Muhammad replied to me.

"Nih I shareloc mbak, don't stray" I went straight to the campus by public transport.

About ten minutes I finally arrived in front of the university xxxxxx. I called Muhammad but he responded. He just sent me another message. "Wait for the expanse, there are still lecturers. Wait in the cafeteria, cabal eaaaaaa"

"Y" I briefly replied to him then I went inside looking for the existence of the canteen. Some people seemed to notice me, I let their eyes settle for his desire to look at me. Arriving at the cafeteria, I ordered a glass of mango juice while waiting for Muhammad. The drink seller dropped off his drink and sat in the long chair right in front of me.

"Mr? just here?" ask the 40-year-old woman.

"Yes ma'am, I just got there, hehehe"

"Ishhh isn't that, new student ?"

"Why did mom? If it looks so good, right?" I said while smiling a small smile.

"Lha yes to , look. Many have noticed you. You're mbak'e new face here"

I set my eyes to the right and to the left. Sure enough said the mother, they did steal the look at me.

"Hehe ma'am, I'm not a new kid. I'll tell you but mom don't say yes" I tried to make a joke to break this awkwardness. "Opo?"

"I'm here to see Muhammad, the handsome one. Hahaha" I laughed off when I saw the canteen maam gawking at me hearing me say Muhammad's name.

"Bak's his girlfriend, huh? but his face rada rada similar yes the same handsome mas. Or do not be a match for Muhammad mbak'e" he said while grinning the horse. I laughed again. Hahaha hahahahaha how much do I look like Muhammad? Sampe said soul mate. Yes, Muhammad is my friend.

Brakkkkk. The sound of the table breaking our laughter.

"Who is Muhammad's girlfriend?" ask the woman who just arrived. I looked at him from head to toe. Beautiful !

"Don't bengong dong, you're the Muhammad's girlfriend right? I was horrified !" the woman pointed at my face. Looks like he's from Jakarta judging by the way he talks. I deliberately kept quiet not wanting to serve him.

"Lo's a new kid?" said another woman next to him.

Elo elo mulu. I am older than you know. This is my face that is very baby face. Hahahaha.

"Darling, it's been a while?" Muhammad came up to me and kissed me on the forehead. I want to laugh and hit him right now. Muhammad even went to a drama with me. Muhammad sat down next to me and gulped down my mango juice in front of the two women.

"Mom, chicken noodle one. Pake the claw, don't forget the right wrench. Hehehe" Muhammad cried to the chicken noodle seller made me laugh with the juice seller's mother. The two women had not yet moved from where he stood, instead he dabbled his waist glaring at me continuously.

"Honey to know, these are my big fans. Her names are Yana and Ghea. It is called upin ipin. Haha"

"Hahahahaha" I woke up when Muhammad introduced the two women as animated figures. So did those who heard it besides me, the mother of the juice seller joined the laughter. The two women looked at me with hateful eyes.

"Kok upin ipin sih . hahahaha" I asked while hitting Muhammad's shoulder hard making him grimace.

"Hahaha because they are always together. One hostel, one table, one class, even one goal" Muhammad said, rubbing his shoulder. The eyes of the woman named Yana looked teary and then ran away from us. Ghea followed behind him.

"You owe me the same explanation !" I whispered while pinching Muhammad's stomach.