K&K (Taste Features)
15. Traumatizing
In October 2016, the change of season was clearly visible.
In the Australian subcontinent, Sydney to be more precise, is spring with fairly cold temperatures.
In contrast, parts of the country that are on the equator, which once held the Asian tiger is blazing dry season. However, the temperature in the dry season is almost as cold as spring in Sydney.
Bandung, tomorrow morning, bu Sita is preparing breakfast fried rice favorite squid Citra with fresh orange juice. Not as usual who only serves bread and milk.
The image is much silent and not as cheerful as usual, although he tried to smile nod when mama greeted and then let him sit for breakfast.
His eyes look puffy. Actually he does not taste food, but he is not the type of person who craves and then shuts himself for a long time. He still keeps the feeling of the mother who has struggled to cook for him in the morning. No matter how angry he is, Citra will not ignore or ignore his parents.
Ms. Sita has dressed up neatly with a short-sleeved maroon blouse along the knee. Hanging a necklace of shiny white pearls adorned the neck of his goose. Her hair was neatly combed and curled high. Apparently Citra was unaware of the appearance of her mother this morning who was very different.
They had breakfast in silence.
Bu Sita was confused to break the silence.
“Emm.. Ra...mama..can you send to the studio?” tanya bu Sita stammered.
As if getting a drawing of a face water prize the image changed instantly. He looked up at his mother as he was about to spoon the rice into his mouth.
“A..what? mom want to join Citra to the studio?” ask Citra as if he did not believe and maybe he had misheard.
Ms. Sita nodded. The image was increasingly clueless even though he was very happy.
“But.there mama will be waiting for Image shooting.”
“Gak pa-pa dear. Mama will be more bored at home alone and do not mind. Better nemani you work.” said bu Sita steady.
The image smiles happily. For the first time, the mother noticed and took an interest in her work. And in the end they boarded the city bus together.
***
Haikal presented the design to the board of directors of the company NEWT, a company engaged in building and electrical construction and household furniture. He is responsible for the tourism project of the Sydney government.
“He’s handsome guy and perfect,” whispered a woman to the old man next to her. The old man just smiled.
“I know what you're thinking,” whispered the old man.
“I think dad likes with his perfect son-in-law like him,” said the young woman who is the marketing director and son of the old man next to her-president director of NEWT.
“Yeah, and I think he's not so interested in Sydney women. Do not waste your time to get it,” muttered the father while fixing his sitting position.
“We'll see. Who can resist your daughter,” said the blonde beauty.
The meeting that day went well, and Haikal was heading to the Lobby to pick up the package.
“Mr. Haikal, excuse me!”shouted Marry, Newt's marketing director.
“Anything problem, ma’am?” ask Haikal politely. He moved to Newt three months ago.
“Call me Marry. Err.. will you go to the art fair with me on new year's night?” Marry showed me two invitations. Haikal frowned doubtfully mixed in wonder.
“Oh, I'm so happy. But unfortunately I have to finish the project until the beginning of the year, so it doesn't seem to have time to.
“Oh, please. I beg you,” Marry rubbed Haikal's shoulder spoiled.
Make Haikal uncomfortable, especially many employees who pass by to pay attention to them.
“I can't promise, I'll call you later,” Haikal said. Marry smiled cheerfully.
“Ok. I’ll wait.” She immediately left with her graceful curves.
Marry is, physically as full, beautiful, heir to NEWT Corp., intelligent, one of the directors. It's just full of scandal. Haikal shook his head in astonishment with the flirtatious papa bule who was his superior.
***
Haikal took off his fatigue by throwing his black coat on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, picking up the i-Pad. He saw the date of December 31, 2016 which will last two weeks. He recalled seven years ago, on New Year's Eve for the first time he met Kezia at the Sydney Opera House.
At that time, Haikal got an invitation to watch the orchestra that happened to Kezia as the best graduate was playing the cello. Haikal fell in love at first sight.
The indo-european woman was amazing. Not only physical beauty is the average of the polyester, but softness, polite attitude, friendly nature, kind, full of passion, intelligent and talented. No one would blink to look at him. Especially those who knew him, everyone loved him so much.
His presence is inspiring, his absence is sorely missed.
Another line of handsome, rich, smart and kind men queued up to just be next to the young woman. More getting his heart.
Who would have thought Haikal was the winner. Haikal does love Kezia at first sight, but that does not mean then he chases and moves closer to Kezia like a man in general.
Haikal tends to be ignorant and apathetic. But he was secretly quite attentive. That slightly mysterious attitude was what made Kezia fall into his embrace.
Haikal rubbed the edges of his eyes.
Can he step back on the building? Could it be that the annual event that is always held at the Sydney Opera House will present Kezia?Or are only memories of Kezia left? Can he start a new life with a woman other than Kezia? Not just how sincere and true love for the Dutch girl. However, he is also unprepared, afraid of losing or disappointed again.
For four years since Kezia's departure, he had only once dreamed of meeting her. Haikal wished he could dream every night about his fiancee. The dream felt strange. Kezia said nothing, just smiling and looking at the gleaming silver lock-shaped necklace hanging around his neck.
Haikal was a little confused as to what the meaning of Kezia's arrival and the necklace meant. He recalled, when they were prewed photos in the Netherlands, Kezia had bought the twin necklace for a hand that would be given to one of the other special people.
***
“Mama go home if bosen,” Citra said when they reached the studio.
“Gak pa-pa's. My mom said she was more bored at home. Mama wants to see your workplace.”
The image smiles, it also holds the arms of the mother. After a few shots, Citra changed clothes. Ma'am Moni came to say hello to Sita.
“Siang aunty,” greet mbak Moni. Bu Sita was in pain. It did not last long The image approached them.
“Over time aunty?” ask mbak Moni.
“No I am happy to nemani Citra,” replied bu Sita.
“Oh yes mbak plans for London magazine event how?” sahut Image's.
“Beres. You just go aja.”
“Pe..go where?” ask Sita to be confused. The face of the image changed. He sat next to his mother. He regretted not talking at once asking permission from his mother.
“Gini aunt, Citra can offer to attend London fashion magazine's weekend event. I have taken care of everything, so Citra just leave aja,” mbak Moni.
“That means... Image.will it be to London? overseas? na..ik airplane?” tanya bu Sita stammered.
Both of his eyes were teary and his lips were trembling. Moni's mother chuckles at the plain question of Sita.
“Ya clear to London aunt. Take the plane of course, masa’ take a taxi,” joked mbak Moni.
The image immediately glared at Moni's mom and kicked her leg. Ms. Sita looked uneasy and was not happy to hear the good news.
“Excuse me. I went to the toilet first,” said bu Sita then moved on leaving them both.
“Mama..” Shout Citra. Image followed his mother to the toilet. Moni is confused.
Ms. Sita looked at the mirror in the sink. Both hands were trembling. He rubbed the ends of his eyes.
“Ma..” Reprimand Citra.
“Should mama lose mama's daughter again?” bu Sita sobbing.
The image holds the shoulders of his mother. Image swallow. He looked down, trying to understand the heart of his parents.
“If mom doesn't let Citra go, Citra won't go, Ma.” The image smiled gently. Ms. Sita looked astonished.
“Ta.pi.this concerns your work,” said bu Sita stammering.
“Gak pa-pa's. Work image for mom too. Nothing will mean a working image without mama.”
Bu Sita immediately hugged his eldest daughter.
“Sorry yes dear. Mama is still traumatized by the loss of your sister.mama is very afraid to hear the plane and mama is worried about traveling abroad. Mama is afraid of the same thing repeated to you,” muttered bu Sita as she pleased.
“Iya, Mother. Citra really. Citra will not go anywhere before mama is ready to take off Citra and mama forget the past.”
Ms. Sita stared fixedly at her son's face. He rubbed the face of an adult image. He kissed her forehead and cheeks and hugged her tightly again.
“Even you have to be precocious. Even this selfish mama does not pay attention to the development of you who have turned 21 years old. Mama owes you a lot, son. I'm sorry mom. Mama promise from now on will always be on your side,” whispered Sita.
The mother and daughter came out of the toilet with their hands and faces together. Mbak Moni who was waiting for the sumringah follow-up, hoping to get good news.
“So, how's aunt? Does aunt let Citra go to London?”ask mbak Moni spirit.
Citra and bu Sita stared at each other. The image smiled and shook his head as he said, “Sorry. I can't leave. Can you ask to be replaced with another model?”
“Lho..?why not go? why?” mbak Moni's tone of voice looks disappointed mixed with wonder.
Citra took off the armband with her mother and grabbed Moni's wrist away from her mother. After the distance was far enough, he clasped the manager's hand as if he was begging.
“Sorry yes mbak. Really sorry. Mama's still traumatized by Kirana's accident. I don't want to make mama sad.”
“Where the hell are you? we'll get scolded by the boss. What are all the preparation costs? whose trus model will replace you?” mbak Moni raised her tone.
Eyebrows raised. And his forehead is wrinkled. He showed that he was very upset and wanted to be angry.
“Sorry yes mbak. I can't leave my mom. For the problem of indemnity just cut from my salary. If less can take away from my bonus. The model maybe Kely can. Yesterday he said again loose not much shooting.”
“It's a great opportunity for your career as well. Intar if the rising leaves become the Kely how?”
“Gak pa-pa. Maybe it wasn't my fortune. Please ma'am, take care of my cancellation. I'll call Kely.” directly
Mbak Moni snatched a piece. But he finally gave up. He knows very well the condition of the Citra family.
“Iya,iya I understand.” Mbak Moni folds arms. Still mumps.
“Still yes mbak. Do not frown so donk, especially in front of my mama,” pinta Citra while embracing spoiled arms mbak Moni. Moni smiled wryly. But then his attitude returned friendly. They both met Sita's mom.
