Mastenges
103. Anna
Exactly at 9 pm, finally Berta's parents' house is worth inhabited. Everything looks different from the beginning they enter the house. Now, the house looks clean and tidy. Starting from the first floor to the second floor of the house. The home page also looks beautiful. All the dry leaves have been removed. There is still a puff of smoke from the burning dry leaves in the corner of the yard.
Typhoon sat on the porch of the house, enjoying a cigarette that ba.ru only he burned. Bella, who had just finished bathing and getting dressed, followed Typhoon who was sitting alone on the terrace, bringing her a cup of coffee, towels and other toiletries.
"Hi," Bella said.
Typhoon that looks shabby and a fir face was turned. Bella almost laughed out loud when she saw the cypress Typhoon's face.
"It's coffee for you, and it's toiletries you can use" Bella said.
"Oh, that coffee again," Inner Typhoon stared at the coffee glass that Bella had just placed next to her.
"Thank you" said Typhoon, smiling sweetly at Bella.
"Mandi gih," Bella sat next to the Typhoon.
"Hmmm stinks..." Bella closed her nose.
"You huh?" The typhoon raised its armpits and sniffed them slowly.
"Harum, what a sweet man." Seloroh Typhoon.
"Flame.. that smell. huh.." Bella frowned.
"Hahaha.yeah, I took a shower. Hold on, I'll get a change of clothes in the car first." The typhoon reached into his pants pocket and took his car keys and headed to his parked car right in front of the inner gate of the house.
Bella smilingly looked at the Typhoon that looked shabby just for the sake of helping herself. There he was like seeing the figure of Masteng, a shabby man who had become his driver first.
"Masteng, rancid mas-mas," murmured as he smiled.
The Masteng figure no longer exists. Like a frog who turns into a handsome prince in a fairy tale. That's what Bella feels. He risked loving an ugly frog, who turned out to be a very handsome and kind prince.
Bella continued to look at the returning Typhoon with a clean shirt for her to wear after taking a shower. Then he smiled at the Typhoon.
"Why?" The typhoon smiled and looked wrong.
"It's okay. I'm just thinking of someone."
"Who?" Ask Typhoon again, while reaching for towels and toiletries proffered by Bella.
"Masteng," Bella laughed amusedly.
Typhoon laughed and noticed his chaotic appearance.
"It's like this?" Ask her.
"Yes. Ahhaha..!" Bella kept laughing.
"But you like it, right? What kind of Typhoon does Masteng like?"
"Hmmmm, both." Chirps Bella.
Typhoon laughed and gently rubbed Bella's cheeks.
"I'll take a shower, baby."
Bella nodded and smiled at the Typhoon.
"Don't miss it.."
"Kangen..?" Ask Bella.
"Yes, maybe you miss me, if I've been in the bathroom for a long time."
"When in the bathroom? Don't men linger in the bathroom. They're simple, don't need this it's like a woman." Bella said innocently.
"Nwg...." The cyclone scratched its head that was not itchy.
"Yes there's also a long one in the bathroom."
"Oh.. while poop?" Ask Bella.
"Yes, I'm waiting here. Better not for long, your coffee will be cold" Bella said.
"I-yes," said Typhoon.
"I also talked about taking an old shower. You idiot!" The storm hit his own head. Then, he slowly smiled as he walked towards the bathroom. Bella is plain or what? Don't you understand?" Her muttering.
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Anna was wide-eyed as she watched the news on television. It's been a few days, the television has broken, and today it's just finished in service. After her television turned on, Anna tried to watch several channels while looking for the right position of the television antenna, to be able to capture all television channels with good and clean image quality.
"Mas Pongki!" His screams. He almost fell down, because his body slowly felt relaxed.
"What's wrong mom?" Said the housekeeper who worked at Anna's house.
"That's okay" said Anna, massaging her dizzy temples. Then, he sat on the sofa and pensive there.
"Mas..how can you?" Anna muttered again.
Anna grabs her phone and tries to contact Pongki's lawyer.
"Hello," his greeting during his call was answered by Pongki's lawyer who had accompanied him to return to his hometown.
"Hello, good night Anna," said the lawyer.
"Sorry sir, nights like this I interrupt. Is there really news on television about Mr Pongki?" Anna asked with a breath.
Lawyer Pongki was silent for a while. Actually, he had promised Pongki, if his relationship with Anna was only limited to taking care of Anna to Anna's hometown, and bought some assets for Anna to open a business while in Kampung. And promised not to give any more news about Pongki to Anna. All were written in the letter of the employment agreement between him and Pongki, as well as the agreement between Pongki and Anna. Anna now knows it through the media. There was nothing he could avoid, that was the reality.
"Hmmm, right ma'am," said Pongki's lawyer.
"Astaghfirullah...!" Anna's hand was trembling. How not, she loves Pongki, her ex-husband.
"Sir, can you get me a ticket? I can't book a ticket sir, I don't understand. I will change all the money later. I want to meet Mr. Pongki." Anna sounded very pleading.
"But ma'am, that deal...."
"Fuck the deal sir! I want to meet Mr. Pongki!" Anna began to cry, feeling emotion with the circumstances.
Lawyer Pongki was silent.
"What if I ask first...."
"No need, I want to see him sir, I beg you. Please help me.."
Pongki's lawyer has no choice but to break the written agreement between him, Pongki, and Anna.
"Alright mom. But please do not take my name with you when you meet your father. Please respect my profession and good name. Enough we know. I'll give you a plane ticket tomorrow." Promise of the lawyer.
"Thank you sir! Trust me, I will come up with a personal name" Anna said.
"Good ma'am. I'll book the tickets and get ready tonight. Because tomorrow, I'll be flying early."
"Thank you sir,"
"Together,"
The conversation ended.
Anna rubbed her tears that kept flowing down her cheeks. Then, he got out of front of the television and rushed to pack the clothes he would bring to Jakarta, to visit Pongki. First love and ex-husband is most beautiful to him.
