Love Two Colors

chapter 7

POV ANISA'S

I was so happy when I lent me a book. I don't really like reading it. Yeah, just some interesting books I think I read. But, seeing that I love to read, I took the initiative to follow what became his hobby. I've admired him since the first time I got a job. He was so painstakingly teaching me. His words were polite, his conduct was calm. She was so good and perfect in my eyes. As far as I know, she's a bachelor who doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Maybe, because of his faith so he will immediately get married if he finds a woman who feels suitable. Ta’aruf, yes that's the term. The book I borrowed was already in the movie, and I saw the movie a few years ago. I even downloaded it on my laptop. That's the movie I got on the internet. Even though I know the story, I still have to read it. So that I get a topic of discussion while discussing a book with him. My name is ANISA PUSPA NINGSIH, age 20. High School Graduates with fitting grades. I was accepted to work because of help from my neighbor who was an insider at the bank. It is true said people, in addition to skills and knowledge, the power of ordal is one of the conditions not to be unemployed in this country. I'm an only child who lives with a mother. My mother is 45 years old. My mother was a tailor. Every time he was busy with sewing pieces of cloth belonging to neighbors. Both neighbors one village and from another village.Once if he has more money, he will buy several meters of material to be made into a dress. With his own design. As a tailor, my mother was lucky enough that she was also good at making clothes designs. Some of the clothes in my closet are his hands.

“nak, you have eaten ?” Ask my mother. She walked into my room covered in only pink curtains. Our house is simple. Far from big or fancy.

“later ma'am, I still want to read the book.” Answer me without taking my eyes off.

“ya. This is my mom sewing a long dress for you. Do not wear short-straight. Later invite crime.” Mother said again. He gave a long robe that had just been in his sewing. Add a little embroidery on the sleeves and under the shirt.

“ih, this mom is doing her ugly son ugly hell bu.” My speech. I stared at him sharply. I was upset when my mother kept telling me to wear long clothes. Just work, I'm wearing that shirt. That's also I can't stand the feeling of his engap.

“ya not that, baby. I just don't want you to why. Moreover..”

“apa ?! because my friend a lot of her guys ?!” tell me emotions. One thing I really don't like about my mom is. He likes to organize me. I hate that. For what to set me, while he himself failed to organize his own household. Until my father had to leave us. Ever since I was a child, I should have felt a complete affection like my garden friend. But all I got was insults for not having a father. Dad left for sure because a chatty mom likes to set her up. Now, I don't know where my dad is.

“don't take care of my association ma'am. I can take care of my friend's friend. I'm tired of our lives gini gini aja. I want to be successful, have everything. I'm tired of looking one eye the same person.” I said annoyed.

“no one looks at you one eye, sa. As long as you do not violate social norms in society and do not violate religious prohibitions. No one will look at it that way.” Tears began to gather in the eyes of the mother. I grumble, I hate it when my mother cries. For me, she is weak when she cries.

“alah ma'am, don't cry. Tears will not change anything. Won't make dad come back with us.” I closed the book from the inspiration and put it on the bed just like that. I headed towards the dining table.

Today I will return the inspired book that I have borrowed for a few days. I've been walking cheerfully ever since I got off the online motorcycle that drove me. Whether it was just my feelings or it was true, I felt that someone was monitoring me as I entered the office.

“assalam mualaikum.” Greet me when I enter the room. My eyes were immediately fixed on the table of the handsome man, mas ilham. Which I always dreamed of all this time. I returned the book and had a bit of a stale relationship with it. As usual, he was very friendly. I want her gentle demeanor just for me right now. I walked to my desk after her. Risma ticked me which made my face blush.

“his name is also a business.” I muttered slowly. I stared at the laptop screen with a row of numbers there. I'm checking the mutations of some of the customers.

Not yet when I brightly showed my feelings. I have to make sure I'm really single without a lover. Many times I have looked at him. He was busy with his boyfriend. He is friendly with all men and women. Although keeping a distance with the opposite sex but he can still be a fun friend for everyone.

It's getting late. It's time to go home. I hate that my work time is over. Like a cartoon with a yellow main character. I hate being separated by time from inspiration. “Wait for a day, when time is no longer a distance.” His inner.

Back I felt wastage while in the courtyard towards the exit gate that led to the street. I passed the car park, Ilam has turned right to where he parked his two-wheeled vehicle.

Suddenly a man stopped my steps. My heart is beating fast. My face, I'm sure it's very pale by now. I almost cried seeing her. I walked backwards away from her, while she was getting closer to me. In the midst of my intense fear, inspiration approached me, offering me a ride. Of course, I immediately approved of it.

“thank you mas.” Say me in my heart.

“who was it?” the inspired question made me flinch.

“a... I don't know mas.” My words are choked. Fortunately, he did not extend his question.

I invited me to stop by his friend's house. I don't know what he needs there. But I saw a little smile bouncing off the rearview mirror. My heart was agitated, especially when I said her friend was a woman. I was quiet the whole trip. We stopped in front of the gate of a house with a beautiful courtyard that was wide enough to relax. I saw there were 2 garages with 4-wheeled vehicles and 2-wheelers perched. I followed mas ilham while paying attention “it looks like circle mas ilham is a person with an upper middle economic class. Ah..” I feel inferior to what is in front of me. Greetings politely. And a woman came out, her appearance made me very surprised, I think that would come out of the house is a beautiful female figure, graceful with an appearance that shows her caste which is equivalent to a mas ilham. But apparently, my gosh. Far from my dreams. Her face is beautiful but she is not like a graceful woman who matches the inspiration mas. My confidence is back up.

“compete with him ? who is afraid !. mas ilham will not find a future wife form this urakan. He's not a threat. Like him, he was not interested in the inspiration. Far away…. Far...” my inner cheer.

My lyrics mas ilham gave a book with the title STRANDED IN THE VILLAGE OF A THOUSAND WOMEN. I was surprised, could it be a solemn inspiration to read such a vulgar book. But his attitude has given me answers. He's in his friend's work. I'm still waiting for the inspiration to introduce me to her. When I shook his hand, I felt that he was not a threat. I smiled meaningfully.

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When I got home, my mother saw me coming home with a man. Immediately stopped his activities and went out of the house to greet me. I greet my mother as usual, I see the inspiration also greet my mother. Flowering is my heart, it feels floating. Ah. if only.

“mari stop by nak.” Mom smiled in a stale manner with mas ilham.

“thank you ma'am, maybe next time. Already in the afternoon, direct inspiration yes bu.” Iman politely declined mother's invitation.

“oh yes. Thank you for inspiring, for bringing Anisa home.” Mother's mouth again.

“ equally bu, mari.” After the inspiration came home. I walked in cheerfully. My smile never came out for today.

“bu, the one who just nganter I went home his name is ilham. Not a handsome ma'am ?” Ask my mother when we were having dinner with a simple menu. My mother smiled.

“where did you find inspiration, anisa ?” Ask mom

“dia my work team ma'am, in the office. People are nice and supple. I guess he doesn't have a partner yet. I want to get him ah bu.” I said with an optimistic smile.

“make sure son, he has no one. Don't be a fence eat plants.” My mother returned with advice.

“ck, this mother. Got a guy temen not good at seeing, wrong. have a good guy temen, in suspicious. What do you want bu ?!” I went back to sniffing with him. Not exhausted piker, my mother is very difficult to think positively about others, it is difficult to accept the arrival of others. If only I knew where Dad was, I think, maybe I'd better go with him. Who knows, the economy is much better too.

“it's not like that son, mom just doesn't want you to be hurt. I don't want you to be the bad guy. Who knows, he already has a partner, girlfriend, wife or fiancee. Well, how are you.” Mother continued to make me hot to hear her.

“tau what mom about heartache ? I've been heartbroken since I was humiliated child without a father bu.” I said cynically. I left the dinner table and my mother was crying.

“I'll chase after you , mas. I'll definitely get you.” My determination is in my heart.

POV AUTHORS

Ali went into alisa's room with a sumringah face on Sunday morning. He brought a big clean cardboard. Alisa belatedly saw her sister's face look so happy.

“dudududu... “ ali hummed while patting and wiping the cardboard as if cleaning the remaining dust that is not visible there.

“happy lo.” Alisa cut her lips.

“wooo yes jelaassss ! day of the week. Day that saaaaaaaaaannnnggaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt indaaahhhh once. Mmuach.” His happy crotch ali kissed his sister's cheek quickly and smiled widely. Alisa immediately rubbed the cheek that used to kiss ali with roughness. He raised next to his eyebrows.

“seneng very lo, Just want to dapet my used clothes aja.” Alice cibir

“ya not pa pa. former also can still be packed. Muehe. Come dong alisa beautiful. Brother's cardboard is waiting for nih.” Ali put the cardboard. Shift her until she claps at alisa's feet. He continues to tease alisa who will soon change the contents of her closet gradually.

“cih.” Alisa kicked a little cardboard ali until the empty cardboard shifted a few centi from her feet. Ali smiled triumphantly. One by one the pile of shirts moved to a cardboard size of approximately 3x cardboard instant noodles.

“kaos i...” Alisa bemoaned the t-shirts that had moved to kardus ali.

“what else is it ? abis knows. Your eyes do not see, abis tuh pile of clothes my favorite.” Alisa pointed to the top closet that was clean, just a few clothes whose size was suitable for alisa. Probably only about 4 or 5 shirts. Ali frowned until his thick eyebrows clutched.

“time anyway ?” his words don't believe.

“mean ?” alisa asked back suspiciously. Ali who had been squatting near the cardboard immediately stood up. He approached alisa who was still standing in front of the closet door no 2 which was still closed.

“kaos dikit, shirt dikit hoodie also Just how many seeds. The collection is so much. I think there's still something left here deh.” Ali said coldly.

“ng. Ngadi deh lo bang. It's all there.” Show alisa. He looked in any direction expelling the nervousness in his heart.

“open.” Ali's orders. Alisa shakes.

“ali ramadan bin suwardi, handsome, saucy high, cool. My clothes are abis. Today you confiscate all.” Said alisa then with a forced smile.

Ali grinned “got believe me. Open.” Continue again. He tried to reach the handle of the closet behind alisa's body. Spontaneous alisa turned around and immediately clenched her door tightly. It was what happened to the driver..

“NGGAAAAAAKKKK !!! I WILL NOT LEAVE IT TO THE IMPREGNANT KAMPRET ! LISTEN IT ALI TYPHOON !” exciting alisa.

“HEH ! LO TUH GIRL. NORMAL IS AROUND ! FLIP ALL MY CLOTHES ! AND HAND OVER ALL YOUR CLOTHES, ALISA MAHARANI BINT SUWARDI !!” ali pulled the narik of alisa's arm and head. But alisa's power is as big as ali's even though his body is small.

“WILL YOU BANG FROM MY ROOM !!”

“NGGAK ! MOM SAID IT BELONGS TO ME !”

“NGGAK.”

“DURHAKA WITH MOM.”

“MAMA TOLOOONNGG !!!!”

Hearing the commotion in alisa's room, her mama who was opening one by one clothes from inside the cardboard brought her from the store was shocked.

In a hurry mama came to alisa's room. The father who just finished washing the car went straight into Alisa's room.

“ya ampuuunnn ! alisa ! ali ! stopped already. If not, mama burn all the clothes you make a fuss about !” threaten her mom. Their reflexes immediately brenti.

“mama said, change all the contents of your closet. That's mama again ready to make clothes in the contents of your closet. Why the storm continues !” hardik his mama. Alisa and ali lowered their heads. Ali re-entered some clothes that were scattered when seized with alisa earlier. Her father just stood by the door of the room watching his family.

“ali, cepet if you want to take a bias t-shirt in use, do not use ngeledek alisa.”

“iya. But it's in the closet there's still ma. Definitely in umpetin same alisa.” Said ali

“no yes. Where exists. Boong lo bang !” sentak alisa fierce.

“kalo no, why can not open ?!” reply ali

“ya can't be. My closet.”

“alah sure that lo umpetin is still a lot right?!”

“no, ali ramadan !”

“boong !”

“no !”

“bo..”

“DIAM !” hardik his father. Her tense face held back the annoyance.

“open your closet.” Alisa's father's orders are slow. Irritatedly, Alisa opened the closet door. And all the clothes he's hiding are arranged under the shirt and hoodie he's hanging. All those are clothes that have been secured from alisa from ali.

“contained beloved clothes.” Alisa in the heart. His shoulders sagged instantly.

“ckckckck..” mama and ali clucked compactly while shaking their heads. Quickly, immediately Ali moved all the shirts into the cardboard. Along with hoodie and his shirt.

One shirt is still held tightly by alisa when she wants to take ali. A little interesting pull before finally alisa relays also all her clothes.

“mama ready to wear your shirt first. A minute.” Said her mother and turned to the room.

“father enter yes.” Said his father softly. Mr. Suwardi never linger long berating his children. He will teach her gently and firmly. Not angry and selfish. Therefore, if he had shouted, then all the household would be silent according to him. No one would dare to argue.

He sat on the edge of a soft and comfortable alisa mattress, with dark blue sheets that were not neatly arranged.

“dad already said deck, alisa can hang out with anyone. Please. Dad is not forbidden. Alisa can be stylish like the occasional guy. It's nothing. Alisa studied martial arts until she got medals and trophies. Proud dad. I am proud to have Alisa. Alisa could do a man's job, even better. Dad's no problem either. Alisa is free to do so. Alisa also needs to be self-aware. Alisa keep daddy's daughter. Alisa has a nature as a woman. One day you will get older, Dad too. Alisa will definitely meet someone who Alisa thinks can replace your guarding father. Inspiration is a good boy, but I won't force you with him. You are free to choose. As long as he is really good and loves you, take responsibility. Sure, dad allow.” His father took a deep breath. His sight became sad. Alisa was still sitting on the floor in front of her closet.

“after that, you will definitely get married. You'll leave father and mother. Either stay with your in-laws, or you'll have your own home. And when that happens, you also have to carry out obligations as a woman, clean the house, take care of your husband and children. You will conceive and give birth. What if you don't start learning from now on. The age of people no one knows, now you still have a mother, there is a father, there is a brother. If you don't have a mom or dad, you can't do anything yet. How ? while bang ali also someday will definitely get married, make a new family yourself.” Said his father at length. Alisa who heard that immediately lowered her head. She cried. He never dared to think that far. He was afraid to lose his family which he felt was perfect.

Unimaginable if he had to be alone, a kara. No, alisa doesn't want that to happen.

“iya well.” Say it slowly. Along with that her mama entered carrying 1 large cardboard dress and dress for her. That will be in his closet.

“nih tetep mama bring a shirt for you. Only, the same color motif is a girl. There are bags, shoes too. Dress too. This is a long shirt short.” Her mother said smiling.

His father got up, he walked out. While passing through alisa he stroked alisa's head. Suwardi really loves his children. Alisa and her mama immediately arranged the entire outfit in the closet. In the room next to Alisa. With a smile full of victory, Ali arranged all the clothes taken from the closet alisa. Some of them are clothes belonging to him that borrowed alisa but not back.

“yesss, this mine.” Her speech was holding a hoodie with the image of iwan fake. Complete with the signature of the singer obtained from his concert at that time.

“say bye bye for your hoodie.” His smile grew wider.