My House At the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 17 The Mass Story

A message he received that afternoon, asking about his willingness to attend a simple dinner. Kiki quickly answered Yes, and he quickly prepared a proper dress even though the sun was still rising above the sky.

He could not stop smiling even feeling nervous as if he was going to be in court, all the clothes he had tried one by one to the point where he felt he had no clothes.

All the turmoil continues to be urgent with the time that continues to run, in the end when the time comes he chose simple clothes but still make it beautiful.

The light blue shirt that Dimas wore was quite striking in the orange afternoon, making Kiki's attention fully on him.

Seeing how Kiki's appearance had shaken his heart, how beauty made his eyes dare not look for long because of fear of his burning lust.

"You look so pretty" she said.

"Thank you" said Kiki with blushing cheeks in embarrassment.

Because the sun was disappearing, indicating that the night was coming soon, they rushed away, along the way there was only a small chatter and a few smiles until they arrived.

Seen from outside the house is quite simple and neat, some potted plants neatly arranged in front of which adorn the yard.

"Well in!" bring Dimas.

Walking first Dimas let Kiki follow him behind, knocking on the door while saying his greetings until the housekeeper opened it.

"Waalaikumsalam.. uh Dimas! why knock on the door? I'm a guest!" a middle-aged woman.

"Kan Dimas brought a guest for mom" he said while shifting so that he could see Kiki.

The woman's smile flashed as their gazes met, Kiki immediately gave a greeting without forgetting to kiss the woman's hand.

"It's so pretty.. What's your name?"

"Kiki aunt.. "

"O. walah..beautiful is your name, son, come on in!" bring him.

Kiki just blushed to get the compliment, she waited until Dimas came in first. Haryati, the name of Dimas' mother who has been waiting since.

Before dinner they chatted briefly with the main topic, Dimas, while the main topic was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner dishes. Haryati also inquired about Kiki's life as a form of stale base, without scraping any deeper.

"So this Kiki is Fariz's childhood friend?" tanyakanya.

"Yes aunty"

"Ohh... Fariz was often you know playing here, time in pesantren pas know it turns out they are from the same city directly familiar to them both. Nak Fariz even sometimes like to stop by here even though Dimas is no longer at home, already aunty and also him as a aunt"

"So aunty" said Kiki realized that Fariz was so easy to get parental affection from anyone.

"You too, even though Dimas is no longer in the house to play around here. Aunty is always at home, likes to be bored because there are no friends"

"IsaAllah aunty.. um.. Is it true that his father Dimas rarely came home aunty?" ask Kiki.

Haryati immediately fell silent, her eyes suddenly dimming with a forced smile.

"It's been a long divorce" said Haryati slowly.

At once Kiki felt guilty, when he looked around the room he just realized there was no photo of Dimas' father.

"Lho why apologize? kiki's son is not wrong" he said.

Even so Kiki still felt bad, fortunately Dimas soon came to melt the atmosphere. He told me that dinner was ready so they could go to the dining room, the dish was quite simple but it looked so evocative.

Did not think it seemed to taste good, this makes Kiki embarrassed because as a woman he was not good at cooking.

"This Kimas is good at cooking, every day he makes food for mothers. If there is a chance, you want to see Dimas become a chef who is always on TV-TV" said Haryati.

"Aamiin, hopefully there's a way" Kiki agreed.

While Dimas only smiled, whatever his job he was not too dizzy. The important thing is that the money is enough for the cost of living and guaranteeing its future.

After eating Haryati gave them space to talk together, of course he understood they needed privacy.

"I didn't think you were good at cooking" Kiki said.

Dimas smiled at first, but what he said next was a painful reality.

"I'm a bastard."

Kiki froze, not knowing what to respond to because she knew Dimas was serious right now.

"My parents met when they were in college, fell in love with each other until I finally grew up as a fetus in my mother's stomach. Unfortunately my father was not ready to be a father, they were married in the end but that does not mean everything improved.just the opposite" there was a tremor in Dimas's voice that indicated the old wound was sticking to the surface.

"Mom.. quit college, as much as possible to work for our living expenses. While I don't care, I live in my own world. He finished college, found a job like a people, lived a life like a people"

"Dimas.". "call Kiki Iirih, can not stand the tale of the poignant.

"Every day the house is always excited, the father's cry is so loud that it can be heard coming out while the mother cries on the floor. What can this little boy do? fight back? father's belt will turn into a whip and mark every curve of the body, mother also will not have the heart to see it until all we can do is just silence."

Dimas's eyes look far away at the other dimension, without warning the lightness falls along with the memory becoming clearer.

"I have to be strong, I have to be smart, I have to be versatile, all for the sake of a mother's smile that is hard to paint on her lips. Although in the end we escaped the torture of father because of divorce, but life has not changed without a thick wallet."

Dimas wiped his wet cheeks, sighing to remove all the poison.

"Right now, the most important thing in my life is my happiness, I have to work hard to make it happen"

"I understand, I will support your ideals" said Kiki firmly.

"Really?" asked Dimas with a smile of hope.

Kiki replied with a loud nod, making Dimas happy and looking at him lovingly.

"Ki. I. have fallen in love with you, but I don't want any relationship other than marriage. Therefore, will you wait until I have everything I need to propose to you?" ask Dimas.

Kiki was stunned, the question was asked too quickly while they had known him not long ago. Indeed, he also had a love for Dimas but did not think far to the wedding, which is why he replied.

"I love you too, but I also don't have the readiness to get married yet, so I don't think there's a problem because we're both not ready to go to a more serious level."

How much Dimas was grateful because God had met him with a like-minded girl, for this love story is the greatest gift.