Kapok Became an Actor
Chapter 8 Confused
"Mas, where are we going?" I asked Mas Lengga.
"We hitchhiked where your brother used to be until I got a job. You also look for the work out, we look for a small temporary contract," he replied.
"Why don't you just ride in your parents' place, Mom?" There's no way I'm hitching a ride at Mba Desi's.
"Not good, Mira. I don't want to take them. It's also they don't know that Mas's divorced with Sinta."
"We're going home to my parents' place. That my mother would understand."
"Well, while we're staying in their house."
The decision has been made, and for a while we will be staying at my parents' house. Me and Mas Lengga will start looking for work to build a dream so that they can silence Sinta's mouth.
"Ojek's life, Mas. In front is the carpenter." Mas Lengga nodded, walking behind me while dragging two large suitcases. Hopefully where Mang Udin is safe, because to go to the place of kang ojek, must pass the place of selling Mang Udin.
"Where are you going Mira? Mr. Lengga," said Mang Udin kindly.
"You go home to my parents, Mang," I answered no less kindly. Maybe Mang Udin is confused why not use a car, rich people are walking. Possibly ….
"Mas, come on, let's spit! The bulletin boy's hunt on coming." I pulled Mas Lengga's hand. "We go first" I told Mang Udin.
"Be careful, Mira."
"Yes, Mang. Thank you." Thank you."
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"Bang ojek! Two motors." yeah."
"Ready, Mira. Tumben ride ojek," confused Mang Sukri.
"Udah, Mang. Jenn bawel, go ahead." I patted Mang Sukri's shoulder. "Mas come!" While Mas Lengga ride the bike Mang Bidun. All the craftsmen, I call him Mang instead of bang, it feels like that, more comfortable call Mang.
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After about half an hour of travel, we have arrived at my parents' place, precisely in the South Jakarta PPC complex. Yes, even though the ordinary house is not as big as the house that was captured by Mba Sinta in Bukit Mas housing.
Before long, Mom returned with two glasses of syrup and one bottle of cold water. I sat down and began to investigate. I was able to catch Mom's point, as her eyes were fixed on the three black suitcases we were carrying.
"Cokayou're carrying suitcases? Rich people want to move?" ask Mom a little carefully. Maybe afraid of offending.
"Gini, Mom, actually we're hitchhiking here for a while, until Mira and Mas Lengga get a job, then we'll move out and contract a house" I told Mom.
"Indeed your house? And ... doesn't Lengga own the company?" Mother asked again, this time her face was confused.
"All taken over by Sinta, Mom. He had planned out his evil intentions for a long time. Turns out he was just pretending to accept our marriage."
"Mother too, if you can honey a marriage like you, will do the same." Deg ... Mother's answer made me and Mas Lengga look at each other. Mas Lengga just kept quiet did not talk much, maybe he was confused what he wanted to say.
"At first the mother was embarrassed, many of the neighbors were gossiping that you became your boss' mistress, uh it turns out you guys were married. If I was in the position of Sinta, Lengga, I might have been fragile. But your wife is strong and smart. From the beginning of your relationship has been wrong, there really is not one woman on the face of this earth who is in honey. With the permission of the first wife alone, hurt. Moreover, you guys are in silent contact, having an affair! You are like the seductress Mira, who proudly wants to marry a married man, enjoy now your fate! You have to rise from zero!" say Mother at length. This time Mas Lengga opened his voice.
"Will you help us or not? If you don't want to give us a ride, please don't corner us. Everything has happened and can be used as a lesson," said Mas Lengga to make Mother silent for a moment.
"Yes, it doesn't matter if you want to stay here, there are still empty rooms. Yes, you have rested, I stay in the room first. If you want to eat, in the kitchen there is food."
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Me and Mas Lengga immediately rested in the room of the former Mba Desi. Although small, the room was very neat and quiet. Mas Lengga immediately laid his body on the bed with both hands as a pillow and eyes glared to the ceiling of the room. His face was lethargic, like many things he thought.
I began to approach him, I felt pity for his destruction as well. Armed with SMK's visa, I will try to apply for a job tomorrow.
"Mas, don't think about what Mom said. Forgive me," I said to Mas Lengga. This all happened because of me.
"I don't think about your mother's words" she replied, closing her eyes.
"What do you think?" Although his face looks calm, but I'm sure there's a lot to think about. Hopefully he doesn't think about Sinta. I'm afraid he'll regret his decision. All of this can be used as a lesson.
Me and Mas Lengga are going to start all over from scratch. Now I am the only wife of Mas Lengga.
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