Love Lavender

SWEATER AND LOVE STICK

I put the clothes into the closet that was finished in the iron. On a working holiday, Verra took me to a cheap market that was held once a week.

At first I refused, but not Verra his name if not kekeh forced me to obey his wishes. There's no harm in me going, all of you wanting to buy a hijab or two. I haven't bought it in a long time either.

Roy and Rey came up to me and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Kak, said Bibi want to go to the market huh? if there is more money. Beliin Roy sweater yes. Not anything, then change the package with Rey.”

Rey nodded her head in agreement. They seem to be working together so that their will I follow.

I was stunned by Roy's words. Rarely did Roy or Rey ask me for anything. They wear and eat what I give.

“Where do you use your usual packages?” my many.

His eyes were spinning as if he was thinking.

“Ng ... There kok.”

“Ya already bring it here, if it is torn or seleting jammed, let Brother sewin.”

Roy shakes.

“Why?”

“Mau new Kak ...” said Roy while looking down.

I scrunched my forehead.

“Usually no problem you guys wear that jacket, tokh new lebaran last year right buyinnya?”

They look at each other and follow each other. Now, I suspect what they're hiding.

“Say. What's the reason you want a new sweater? If it makes sense, God willing, I will buy you.”

Roy nodded at Rey, as if hinting at something. Rey then ran towards their room, and a few minutes later she thrust both of their jackets at me doubtfully.

I spread their jackets. Looks torn on all sides. Now, I understand why they want a new sweater.

“Why can it tear?”

“If we are honest, Brother is not angry right?”

I'm slicking my shoulders.

“Depends. If you accidentally tear it yaa ... I don't want to buyin.”

They compactly shake.

“Ngak kok Sis. Me and Mas Roy didn't tear it,” Rey said in self-defense.

 

“Ya. Trus, this is why it can be torn?”

“Anton did it. Take scissors and cut our jackets, brother,” Roy.

Lemas already my joints heard it.

Why the hell, Anton again Anton again who act.

“This cannot be kept. You guys have to do something!” I clenched my hands with anxiety.

Roy and Rey looked at each other again.

“Kakak told us to reply to the actions of Anton and his friends?” ask Rey.

I'm shaking.

“Sini Kaka kasau. But, you must obey Brother's instructions, understand?”

Roy and Rey nodded.

I also gave them some advice. Hopefully, it works.

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Verra was waiting for me by the side of the road. He looked funny because I was late.

I immediately approached him with a grin, so that he would not get angry.

“Sorry beib I'm late. Biasalah, the drama twins first.”

Verra raised both eyebrows. It's not strange to say.

“Yeah ... It was rumored, already mother-emak ye kan, busy taking care of bocil.”

I pinched his arm, he grimaced.

“Basic. Come ride!” I said in the laughter.

We went around the cheap market. There are so many people selling goods and food. Like a woman's instinct, I want to buy all those things and food, but baby, my money can't be enough.

“We go to the shirt stand tops it yuk!” Bring Verra.

I'm nodding.

He chose a top with various models. And take four pieces of clothes.

“If you want to buy, roughly choose which one?” ask Verra.

Because it's only a guess, so I'm enthusiastic about choosing, because if I buy it it would be impossible. I told you, my money can't be enough.

I took a white and purple striped top.

“This, okay too,” I said.

“Here, I payin!” suddenly said.

I held his hand.

“Do not ver.”

Verra stuck out her tongue.

“Tersubtitled me. You're diem! I paid you. Why the hell, La.”

I gave up, he was persistent.

“Still yes say ...”

“Sama-sama. Yes, you have been there!”

Verra pointed at the pant stand and the long skirt.

Again, he bought a few pieces of skirt. Then, move to the hijab stand. This time, I chose because I intended to buy one or two hijabs.

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Verra carries two large plastic bags. I smile at the dikulum looking at it.

“Ver, you take care of my motor yes. I want to buy two sweaters there,” I said while pointing at the stand not far from where it is.

“OK, sip!”

I bought two sweaters for Roy and Rey

 One is red, and one is navy blue, according to their favorite color.

My mind wandered to a few years ago when Mama and Papa were still around. I once whined to buy a knit sweater, Mama and Papa had to go to Singapore to buy it. They say, imported products are more qualified.

Ah, who said. When the ignorant Mika scissors a little of my sweater, the thread is on the loose. The more it is pulled, the thread lengthens and finally only half. As a result, I was embarrassed to be the laughingstock of a classmate.

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“Before going home, we eat meatballs first yes, I am hungry and tired nih,” said Verra sambi holding his stomach.

I nodded and sat in the corner. Verra then, went to order two bowls of meatballs.

Drrt ... Drrt ...

My phone's vibrating. There's whatsapp chat coming in from an unknown number. Then I opened it.

[Assalamu’alaikum. Is this Lani's number?]

I type, reply.

[Wa’alaikumsalam. That's right, who is this?]

I tapped on the table, waiting for a reply from the man.

[Zeedan. I know your number from Andre]

Gluey!

Suddenly I sweat cold, I don't know what my face is like now. Hopefully not like boiled dumpling skin. Pale.

[Oh, Mas Zidan. Yeah, what's up?]

[No, just making sure. I saved your number, huh?]

[Yes, please]

I fanned my face with my five fingers. I don't know why my face got so hot.

“You why La. How pale?” ask Verra.

It looks pale. I shook my head strongly.

“Serious uh, you sick?”

“Ngak Ver. I'm just surprised, got a message from Mr. Boss.”

I showed you a message from Mas Zidan. Verra rounded her mouth.

“We chat while eating huh? Nih meatballs got you.”

I'm nodding.

Verra kept two bowls of meatballs and two iced oranges.

“La, you why? Lately, you've been acting weird!”

“Any how?”

“Yes kayak gini. Each related to Mas Zidan, you misbehave.”

I shifted the backpack. And bring the bowl in front of me.

“I don't know Ver either. Every time I meet Mas Zidan, my body is jolly, that trembling. Anyway not comfortable. It's worse when I cross paths with Mika.”

Verra laughed as she added the sauce to her bowl.

“Emang Mas Zidan? Such handsome people!” cetus Verra's.

“Yes, but don't know why. Just get a message from him, my face is pale and my knees are limp like this.”

Verra's eyes were wide.

“Did he ever do anything bad to you?”

I shook my head strongly.

“Yes is not Ver. He's good.”

Verra nodded and seemed to think.

“Don't, you're in love with Mas Zidan, La.”

“Uhuk ... Uhuk ...” I cough again when I'm surprised.

Verra shuffled and patted my back. Get the attention of the customers to me. Ouch, shame.

“Tuh, right really. You were immediately nervous as I said that sentence. Your whole life, never been in love?”

I scrunched my forehead. Confused what to answer. It may be true what Verra said.

“But time Ver ...”

Verra clucked while shaking his head.

“Yes Allah, my friend is very sorry. You are too busy taking care of others. Bi Inah, your grandfather, until your personal life is ignored. You should have gone through puberty. So if now you feel excited to meet a guy, you already know that you are in love again. I think I, for example, know how I feel if I fall in love with Andre. Oops!”

Instantly, Verra closed her mouth.

I laughed when I saw her suddenly funny behavior.

“Ooh ... So you have a crush on Mas Andre ya ...” selorohku.

“Ngak ih ..”

Verra's face suddenly blushed.

“I say to Mas Andre ah ...” my god.

Verra scratched her veil riled.

“Eh! Don't yeah. Please La, don't be ignorant ya!” her door.

I chuckle.

“You have not been honest before Ver. I will be able to nyomblangin you,”, I said while returning to scoop the meatballs.

“Tuh, I'm starting, I want someone else. Don't be La, you have to focus on thinking about your own happiness. Back to Mas Zidan. Is it true about your feelings?”

I was stunned to hear his words. Thin smile on my lips.

“Ver. I am poor, I am of low education. Have a responsibility, which is my grandfather, especially my debt is very much. Who wants to be with me?”

I looked at him nanar.

“Maybe it's true you said. I fell in love with Mas Zidan. But, I also have to know myself, who I am,”, I added with my head down.

Verra held both my hands.

“Sorry Yes La. I didn't mean to. I just want you to be happy. When will this continue? I'm sorry look at you.”

I let out a breath.

“Quiet by Ver. I am happy, again trying to be grateful for what I am living now.”

I sipped orange ice up the toilet, my gaze leading to the atmosphere of the streets.

Verra was still staring at me.

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After driving Verra home, I plugged the gas into the house. I can't wait to show you two sweaters for the twins.

Roy and Rey are already standing on the front porch. When they found out I was coming, they hugged me.

“This is my darling, the sweater. Take it to your room and cobain!”

“Yee ... Thanks brother,” said Roy.

“Thank you Beautiful Sister,” said Rey would not lose.

They kissed both of my cheeks and ran towards the room.

Bi Inah smiled at me.

“Sini Neng, Bibi Bawain's bag. Neng entered his motorbike only to home.”

“Ya Bi, Thanks. Oh yes, there are fruits and two headscarves for Auntie, so that if najai can change.”

Eyes sparkling.

“Ya Allah Neng. Thanks a lot.”

I nodded happily.

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