Let Time Talk

Their assumptions

Three months after becoming a widow, I intend to open an online shop to fill my time. Although my mother has invited me to join to take care of the plantation and coffee factory, but I still feel risky because as a layman I still have a lot to learn, so for a while I only helped a little.

"Mother ..Kinan wants to try to open an online shop deh.."akupun dropped down beside mom.

"Why? Are your savings lacking?"ask your mother when she is in the family room

"How can it be reduced.Mom always meet my needs..Kinan is used to working, ma'am, after all, I can get fat if I rarely move..."

"Alright.but don't be too busy yes, I'm afraid you drop again, keep your health Lo yes .."

"Surely Ma'am." I smiled in response to Mom.

Finally I can imagine going to channel the knowledge that I once pursued by becoming an entrepreneur even though I had to start from zero.

In my spirit I look for the manufacturer info that I will collaborate with. At that time I was still busy with cell phones and notes, accompanying the mother who was still engrossed with soap operas whimpering...

"Assynoltom..."

My mom and I looked at it at the same time. A man with his backpack came in from the living room.

"Waalaikum salam .." We answered him

Mother immediately moved and approached the man and then expressed a sense of kangen to his son.

"Alhamdulillah Ryan.finally you come home, I'm afraid you lied to mom to keep your job there, and do not care about mom anymore.." said mom while sprinkling into her arms.

" What the hell is not for my dear mother." he said while welcoming his mother's embrace, smiling at me.

Uh...

At that time I was indeed looking at the scene of the mother and child drama, when our gazes met, and a single shady smile was clearly aimed at me.

Immediately I turned my gaze away from him, honestly his arrival also made me happy, maybe because there was a little longing that was still stored even though I was trying to eliminate him.

Yes ..God until when am I shackled by the past, like this. Moreover, we must have met so often, how could I avoid it.

As the days passed, I became more and more preoccupied with my new activities. While Ryan's mother and mother often visited the plantation and coffee factory. Sometimes they do not go home and stay in a family-owned villa .

As of this time, it had been three days that the two of them had not returned home. For me it's better like this, so I don't see him often.

It was late in the afternoon, when a greeting sounded from the front of the house.

"Assalamualaikum.." is heard for the second time the voice of a woman.

After putting on my hood, I went out of the room. And I saw that Ms. Sumi had welcomed the woman and allowed her to sit in the living room.

"There's a friend of Ryan's mas mbak.I get you a drink first yes.." said bi Sumi while stepping into the kitchen after I nodded my head.

I turned my feet towards the living room, however I as the host should welcome him because the person he wanted to meet had not been home since three days ago.

When I met the woman in the living room, I saw her smiling as she shifted her body to sit more comfortably with her big belly.

"Was Ryan's theme...?"friendly say. Even in my heart, full of questions. A woman who is pregnant looking for Ryan? Is he holding her accountable? Astaghfirullah.why did my mind go like this anyway...

" Yes ..introduce me Vanya, there was an appointment with Ryan" he said with a smile and extended his hand.

"Kinan.." I welcome the post of the hand of the woman who seems to be the same age as Ryan's mas.

The pregnant woman looks bright with dimples that adorn her smile. Pasmina's veil framed her pretty face.

" The path of six months, it began to be difficult to sit upright, he wanted to lie down .. "the woman grinned while rubbing her distended stomach.

Moments later Sumi brought two cups of warm tea and some cookies for us.

" Please drink mbak..."

" Yes ..thank you.."

The woman named Vanya took a teacup in front of him and sipped slowly. But over time I realized that several times he glanced at me.

I still pretended not to know and followed his actions sipping warm tea made by Bu Sumi. I'm not good at small talk, especially with people I just met.

"E..sorry, Kinan, your face seems familiar.."

"Oh.yeah, is it possible that we've met?"

"Mm.. it looks like.ah yes, I've seen your photos on Ryan's laptop..really.there's Kinan's name as well.ah yes.that's definitely you.."

Instantly I gasp like a suspect who must confess to the court's demands.

"On the laptop?"

" So I haven't said yes, I'm often a team when working on the project Mr. Romi, but after getting married last year I was asked to resign my husband because it was too far from home..."

So ...mas Ryan kept my picture on his laptop. Actually for almost five years close to him, we did take pictures even though it can be counted with fingers. Because we both did not like the activity, unless there is a certain event.

"So you are, the person who has been making it stubborn.always choose a project that is close.ha.ha. I thought Ryan lied when he said he had a wife. He's always alone when there's an invitation to the company's events.."

"Eh. that's.." I'd love to interrupt Vanya's story. But in his spirit he told me without giving me a chance to deny that I was not his wife.

" Funny thing.because of his own dryness when gathering, he was always paired with Susana Ma's a spinster accounting staff who oddly seven derivatives.eh you do not need to be jealous, Ms. Susana was short, the person was short, fat and glasses bottleneck. You know that Ryan himself looked for forgiveness, instead of avoiding him even bring flowers that he took from the bouquet at the entrance.ha.ha.ha..strangely, Miss Susana became a baper to be made ..."

Ma'am Vanya still chuckles with his story, when someone enters from the front door.

"Assalamualaikum.." Ryan walked in and found us both in the guest room.

"Waalaikum salam.." We replied together.

"Your old man is Van." said Ryan, standing straight and putting his hand in his pants pocket.

"Ah not also..malah we are fun again, you disturb you know not?"

"Heleh...pity of your baby, where do you teach ghibah...where is your husband?"

" I took a taxi, five o'clock my husband picked me up here..."

"Oh.This is the file you want, research it first..."

Mas Ryan squatted down while putting some paper on the table.

"Ee..mbak Vanya, I live first yes .." said me while moving from the living room sofa to provide space for them to discuss.

"Oh.iya Ryan, you're so arrogant, married you don't say...Don't you think the picture has your laptop ? When I borrowed it, I used to look at the picture..."

"That's it.."me and Ryan stopped the pregnant woman's babble, before anyone heard it.

"Vanya! Hear me...Kinan is my brother-in-law..!"