JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Erlangga Wira Kencana

Pov Nisa's

Saturday afternoon, after office hours. As usual I was preparing to go home to visit my parents and El in Lebak district, Banten. The distance is about 230 kilometers west of the capital city of Jakarta.

See the atmosphere of the village which is on the edge of the forest perhutani and surrounded by the Indian Ocean. Making the village atmosphere still feels, natural, cool and far from the noise of Jakarta. It can really give off a positive aura within, just like this happened to me.

The chancer with the person I wanted to avoid, made the inner pressure a little more pronounced. Many times he tried to get close for various reasons. But I am lucky to avoid it.

Although the sigh is still felt in the heart, but still have to relax to be able to deal with it.

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Mama and El greeted with smiles. The boy could not fall asleep, knowing his mother was coming. Although I arrived between eleven and twelve nights.

The eight hour journey that I took to reach Sawarna village with a weary whack, will be gone when I see their sweet smile.

"Have you eaten, Nis?"

"Already, Ma, it was on the way."

El who was in my sling, put his head in a tilted position on this shoulder.

"Already, just rest. See your son is getting sleepy too."

I assented and walked into the room, sleeping while hugging the tiny body of El, is the thing that always makes the heart miss.

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"The bathtub, Nis. Your brother is coming soon" said Mama.

"Let's take a shower first, Ma."

"You've been hunting for a bath, El's with me." Mama took it from my sling.

Surprisingly, mama doesn't usually act in such a hurry.

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"Nis, know this brother's friend. His name is Erlangga" said bang Naresh as I served tea and small treats in front of them.

"Erlangga, just call Angga" he said. Stretching out his right hand. I greeted her with a smile, "Nisa."

The arrival of the Naresh bang this time, apparently to take Erlangga Wira Kencana to review the location of this village. The young man, intend to build several resorts in tourist areas that have not been built many lodging. This village is one of the choices of several locations in the list of his company.

Mama told me to accompany the two of them, because papa had to meet some middlemen who would buy his garden.

For a few hours with them, I knew Angga. He's a grown-up figure. Her nose was pointed and there were dimples as she smiled. The way to walk full of calmness, making people around him comfortable.

Scroll the clock on the wrist, it's almost noon. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of adhan dhuhur from a distance.

"Bang, sir, Nisa wants to go home first. Already dhuhur, all ready to go back to Jakarta," my pamit to them.

"Well, are you going back to Jakarta? Very fast?" ask Angga wonder.

"Yes sir, usually it's that hour. Let's not get there too late" I replied.

"Resh, where's the mosque?" ask Angga.

"You go to the mosque, same as Nisa, Bang. That way. I want to see you first, soon to follow."

Angga turned to me, like asking for my approval first.

"It's okay, sir. Come ...," I said politely.

Along the way, we stayed quiet and kept our distance. Understand now we are in the village, it is not good to show the familiarity of different types in the community that still uphold the value of ethics and politeness in getting along.

After showing the location of the mosque, immediately walk towards the house. Wanted to feed El before returning to Jakarta. My return this time, only took a little time to accompany my baby. Let it be, next time I'll make it up to you.

Soon enough, papa, Angga and bang Naresh came together. It just so happened that my mom had finished arranging the food at the dinner table. Actually I was surprised, it seems like my mother has prepared all this carefully.

Evidently some of the menu has been cooked, assisted by two neighbors. After the lunch was over, and putting El to bed, I packed up to leave.

Apparently Angga, will return to the capital as well. He offered me a ride. I glanced at the smiling mother as the man asked for permission to drive me.

"How, Pa?" ask me papa.

"Yes, nothing. Origin directly in between to the contract," he stressed.

"certain, Sir. I will run according to the mandate, Father," Angga replied with a taxim.

"Quiet, Pa, Ma. If anything, I know where to find this man," joked Bang Naresh.

"Abang, don't you come home?" my many.

"No, tomorrow the plan is back. There's still the same business, papa."

"Yes already, the hunt is off. Let's not get there," said papa.

Angga said goodbye to my family, while I went into the room for a moment, kissed my son who was having a beautiful dream.

I hug papa and mama.

"Titip El, Ma," I said.

"Heem," said Mama stroking my back.

"Assalamu alaikum," I said.

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"The numbers are funny, Nis," said Angga.

"Alhamdulillah, Sir. Understandably he's only eleven months old, still funny."

"That's gonna mean it's gonna be a birthday soon, dong."

I just nodded with a smile.

"Where are you celebrated?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Don't call 'Sir' dong, the effect is too old. We are only four years different."

I knit my eyebrows, astonished. "Where do you know my age."

He merely gave a meaningful smile, "cow, still call that?"

"So how should it be?"

"Usually anyway, friends call 'branch' but later it's the same as Naresh. Call 'mas' only. I happen to be Javanese. How's it?"

"Ok, no problem, but before I call you that, please answer that question."

"About age? It took a good time to explain, not in this driving condition."

"Why?"

"Because women usually react strangely, Nis."

My lips pursed on hearing the explanation, which made me even more confused.

He chuckled at my reaction. "Then, it looks a lot like El's mouth."

I round my eyes, pretending to be angry.

"Yes already, I owe you the same explanation Nisa. I'll call you later, when's the right time."

I didn't answer and the car kept going through the night. After entering the city of Jakarta at about eight p.m., Angga pulled over his vehicle.

"Where are you going, Mas?"

"We eat first, your face is so pale. Come down," he said.

I just obey his words, after all the body is weak maybe tired.

A seafood restaurant was his choice. With a slightly shaky step I entered the area.

"Still yawning, Nis?" he asked when the seafood soup in my bowl was gone.

"It's been quiet, Mas. Sorry to bother."

"Importantly, Nisa is healthy and fine."

I nodded my head while smiling.

"You want to go home or you want to go around?" bargained for.

"Just go home, Mom. Take a break, so tired of it."

"Ready, Boss."

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Arriving at the front of the rented gate, Angga opened the car door, taking a small carry-on bag in the trunk.

"Already, Mom, get here. Not good with the other neighbors."

He smiled, then handed the bag to me.

"If you still get sick, call me. It's my card."

"Yes, Mum."

"Remember I still have the same debt, Nisa. Already, just go in first. I go after, Nisa come in."

"Good, Mas. Assalamu alaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

And sure enough, there was the sound of a car engine roaring, after closing the room door.

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"Ke canteen yuk, Nis," asked Mona.

"No, Mon. I brought stock."

"Ok, I stay well. Careful later boss handsome, seduce you. Look, he's still busy in front of the laptop." He walked up after pinching my cheek. Ishh.

Immediately I took out the provisions in the paper bag, already used to bring their own supplies from the contract, to save expenses.

Enjoy fried rice with an omelet, spoonful after spoonful. Until the phone next to me rang, apparently Angga.

"Assalamu aleikum, ma'am."

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"It's healthy, Mom. It's again in the office."

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"Ehm, I'll let you know if I can."

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"Waalaikum greetings," I said hanging up the phone.

"Who are you, Nis?"

Suddenly the God was standing behind me.

"When was he there?"

"Since your phone rings."

I'm appalled.

"Who's Angga?"

"It's no business, Father."

He looked at me for a long time without blinking, my heart rippling.

"Whose picture is on your phone?"

Like in a lightning strike, his question silenced me by a thousand languages. That fast he could see a picture of El in my watch.

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What answer would Nisa say, to the God question?

How's their story going next?

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