Like Rubbish

With Raisya and.....

"Have you chosen the shirt yet ?" Raisya walked over after finishing trying on all her clothes.

"This is it."

"From now on just pick one stel."

"This is enough."

"Ah this mbak. There's a spit, I want to see."

I just according.

"Wahhh mbak is suitable to wear the shirt, looks beautiful and earthy." Raisya praised me as I exited the dressing room.

"Nih mbak try two more stels, I choose the same model with different colors. Don't refuse !" Raisya the forger too.

Finished according to the girl's will, we approached the cashier to make a payment.

The hunt for Raisya did not stop on clothes alone. He took me to look around instead. Oh my Raisya...

I felt even more uneasy because Raisya again forced me to accept all the items he bought.

Every time he bought something, he bought it for me.

"Is this not too much ? I don't really feel good about you."

"No problem. I'm really happy to be together. I feel like I have a sister. Thanks for wanting to nemenin me. Now we're gonna eat yuk mbak, laper."

We also entered a food court. Me and Raisya chose the same menu. We sat side by side and prepared to eat our food.

"Raisya, are you here too ?" suddenly a man came to our table and sat opposite me.

"Why is it here ? you know, just now from home."

Riki, that man is joining us. Why should I meet him now ? has he been told by Raisya that we are in this place ? or maybe Riki is following us ? Astaghfirullah.I don't suudzan. It was probably a coincidence that we met.

But I still feel uncomfortable. It's not that I'm spooky, but I think I caught a strange gag from Riki.

"The deal was the same but he canceled. I was going home but I saw you guys here."

"Well, I'll eat with us, can you ?"

"Ehhhh yes I can." I can't possibly say I can't.

It's important that I'm not alone with Riki.

"Mas just sit down with you, because it was already eating while waiting for cement."

"As far as it is. I'm gonna eat now, laperr." Raisya ate his food voraciously.

I couldn't eat quietly because Riki didn't stop looking at me. Why is this guy always making me uncomfortable ? I want time to go around so I can go home soon.

"Awww I went to the toilet first yeah suddenly my stomach hurts." Raisya left me and Riki.

Ah...why should it be like this ? I became even more upset that I had to be alone with Riki.

"Holy, how are you ?"

"Good."

"You really don't want where we first met ?"

"My wedding day of course." I don't feel good anymore.

"Before that we met too. A few years ago in Jakarta."

I expected the direction of the conversation but when Riki said where we had met, I almost choked.

Immediately I sipped my drink to normalize my breathing.

"Why ? you remember something ?"

"No, it looks like I'm the wrong person."

Hearing Jakarta it feels like my body is limp. My head was forced to remember my dark life in that city.

"Can this make you remember me ?" riki clasped my hand. His smile smirked.

"Mas is my husband's best friend, but don't ever dare touch me !" soon I got out of there and left the man alone.

I'll just take a taxi home.

Along the way there were no tears this flow represented my heart that was scratched due to Riki's insolent attitude. I feel disrespected and unappreciated.

Raisya called.

(Bok why don't you wait for me to come home ?Riki makes me uncomfortable)

(Mbak is suddenly not feeling well. Sorry for not saying you first)

I had to lie to Raisya. If she knew then it could be that Raisya had a fight with her brother.

(But I feel guilty. This is also why the items I love to buy are not brought)

(Bak forgot)

(Later anterin aja to the house mbak ya)

(Not done)

(But it belongs to Mbak. You have to accept it)

(Yes sorry to bother you)

I really can't refuse it.

I got home and headed straight to my room. I saw Doni sleeping on the couch. I accidentally didn't wake up for fear of interrupting her break.

There is still time to bathe before the Dzuhur prayer ends. I even forgot to pray because I was busy with Raisya.

I quickly cleaned my body and wudhu. After that I changed my clothes and wore mukena, carrying out my duties as a Muslim.

"Have you come home ?" mas Doni woke up while I was cleaning my prayer equipment.

"Yes mas. Have you eaten ?"

"Not yet."

"That's why I'm going to the kitchen now. We'll eat together."

"Yes." Yeah." Doni entered the bathroom.

When I went down the stairs I saw Raisya already sitting in the living room. I approached him.

"Mak is okay ? what pain is it ?" Raisya stood up to greet me.

"It's okay, it's just a little dizzy." I lied again.

It is true that if we lie, we will lie again to cover up another lie. But I can't tell her anything yet. Especially with Doni. It would be a disaster if they all knew.

"This is a non drink." Bi Ayi came to bring a glass of juice to Raisya.

"I was going to call the lady to tell her that Miss Raisya is here." Bi Ayi nodded softly at me after keeping the drink on the table.

"Nothing bi. Thanks." Thanks."

Bi Ayi returned to the back.

"This stuff has mbak. Don't throw it away, it must be made ! this is all special to me. I'm glad to have a sister like mbak." Raisya hugged me.

I feel like I'm being embraced Beautifully.

"Thank you, you're so good. Ma'am also happy to have a brother like you."

I am happy with our closeness.Hopefully our relationship can bring blessings.