My Lovely Driver's
9
“Do not until the past screw up today. Especially to mess up your future, Natasha.”
Radit's speech ended the silence, after a while before the car drove without sounding a word inside.
“Its okay. I'm used to facing the man”
Nata checked again the contents of his handbag fearing that someone was left behind at the cafe earlier. He pulled the device out, then opened some apps. Hope not to talk.
At least a little successful, up to a few minutes.
“By me know... Lukman who is it?”
Eventually the celebration came up too. But Radit seemed to carefully choose the word and intonation, so as not to seem pushy.
Nata put down his gawai, justifying the sitting position. Then attach the seat belt that was forgotten earlier due to emotion. His view turned to see the streets full of passing vehicles.
“Lukman the son of Mr. Amar. He helped make Dion not happy with my life anymore. We pretended to have married Sirri. To stop Dion messing up”
Nata suddenly re-imagined the silly idea that came up during an emergency.
“Hm..”
Radit muttered as if he was preparing for some other confusion, which he wanted to ask.
“Ah forget about Lukman or Dion. Tell me about you.”
Nata sekan wants to prevent the emergence of new celebrations. He turned to Radit, looking at the man driving the wheel, a little more focused.
In contrast to Lukman, the man was very climsy, looking mature. With the look like generally young business people. In a suit, and glasses that frame his brown eyeballs and almost fused eyebrows. With property, behavior, and apparently, he could easily charm any woman.
“About me?” Radit rolled his eyeballs, like he didn't know what to tell him.
“Eh. Or about Sadiqa aja deh.”
Nata changes requests, he remembers Radit once mentioned his late wife's name.
It took a few breaths before Radit answered about the woman he loved so much.
“Walau in our birth year is the same, but he's my older brother when high school used to be.."
An opening sentence that managed to make Nata even remembered the figure who also liked his brother leting; Lukman.
“First love?”
“Hmm.. Not really, first love me in High School before that. I was a naughty student, moved around school. After ummi died I became uncontrollable. Not to mention the presence of a stepmother who often makes the house full of screaming sounds. At school, I took all. Likes truancy, brawl, courtship. Sadiqa is the umpteenth. Before mom came and brought many changes at home, I was no exception.”.
“Then?”
“His father Sadiqa school guard. They live in our school complex. He once let me know when he was bullied by another schoolboy. When other students avoid for fear of being gang-raped too, he even approached and made opponents reluctant to face women. That was the first time I fell in love with her.
First with his kindness, then his smile, then his misbehavior, to his lashings, his attention, then finally everything.”
“Definitely ayu and motherhood are so?”
“Pastinya, if he had been a real mother until now. Our son will be the luckiest. And I will be the happiest husband and father”
Radit tried so hard to keep his eye glands from working. Talking about Sadiqa will always make him end up in a guise.
“Sorry. Already makes you have to remember what you have been hard-earned forget”
Nata suddenly felt wrong choosing the question.
“What's wrong, I'll never want to forget him anyway. He's always here” he said pointing to the right side of the chest.
“Trus if you have another wife. Where's it?” Nata is unconscious in his own words. The question that made Radit clumsy, then smiled while rubbing the back of his neck.
“Emang you want located where?”
Now even Nata is wrong. He looked out the window and bit his lower lip. Thank goodness the office location is not far away to throw shame.
The car stopped in the parking lot. Nata came down and looked at the man from the window glass that Radit accidentally opened.
" I'll go home with Mr. Amar. Don't you bother coming here anymore"
Nata tau later in the afternoon there is a meeting agenda with members of the Indonesian Hotel and Restaurant Association. An organization that houses hotel and restaurant entrepreneurs throughout Indonesia.
"Okay, but I promise tomorrow I'll send you all day"
Nata smiled as he hooked his index finger and thumb into a circle. Signs agree.
The car passed, along the way to Radit's apartment as if hypnotized to mention Natasha's name several times. If at first this is just a match that does not involve the heart. Slowly that changed as he witnessed for himself how close Nata was to his younger sisters, as he went to Palembang.
He even asked to sleep in Salisa's room. If other people see their sister as abnormal. Nata even cool to invite Salisa joking like a friend. Playing each other hijab tutorials his sister collection. Then chuckle to see the results are much different from what they see on Chanel YouTube.
Nata once said that he learned a lot from Salisa and his mother. How to be a strong woman, how to be a grateful woman, and obey the Creator under any circumstances. It is the analysis that indirectly teaches him how to become more obedient. If a girl with Down Syndrome only knows how to obey and be grateful, closing the aura, then Nata feels as if she is slapped with her own pleasure.
Then Radit chose to sit in the family room, accompanying a woman who was waiting drowsiness. Accompanied by a warm cup of tea and a comedy talk show on a private TV channel, chat and laugh together.
Until slowly Nata's eyes dimmed, then fell asleep on the sofa. Radit looked at him, falling in love.
A cool, jovial figure, and what it is. It's just that Nata's response is then sometimes indifferent, making Radit understand that he should not expect much. Although this is almost entering their final month before Nata gives a decision; accept or reject Radit.
******
The clock has already shown the number eight.
The sun was still reluctant to show itself after the day before the rain spatter soaked the capital.
The house looks busy by the servants who start to complete their respective tasks. Almost two weeks this house is a little crowded by the return of Nata's parents.
“You plan where else is out of TV? If not, I want to take my family to lunch here. Or dinner only once?”
Retno grabbed a glass of juice at the dinner table then spent half of it.
“Today is only for TV only for Radit. Keep going straight to the office. It's up to you to ask me when, there's still two days left. But Radit was like a long time ago." replied Nata while chewing his sandwich and chose to move the seat to the family room, next to his father.
"Dad, how? Are you here or in Bogor?"
Nata knew how lonely Bogor was for his father, without his children and grandchildren. The man in his early 60s had waited a long time for a word of retirement, to be more devoutly worshiped, closer to family. But after getting it he even fell ill and could not realize his bucket list.
"The pleasure is good in Bogor. But if there is you here, your brother and his children. So rame" The father improved after undergoing several rounds of chemotherapy and alternative medicine.
The house is only a few kilometers away from the house of Revelation, his brother. One Sunday in Jakarta, Mr. Idris was happy to be visited by his two grandchildren who often play at home during his grandfather there.
Nata turned to his watch, he should have left earlier. But Radit just announced it would be a few minutes late because he had to buy Salisa drugs first.
"Tu, it's like Radit's coming" Ms Retno sipped her tea while looking out the dining room window, which led to the side yard.
"I said yes, Mom. Don't get us out again. This late"
Nata hurriedly grabbed the bag on the table, then came out half-run. The program's in charge had already called her to be in the studio half an hour before the show started. He was invited along with two other sources related to discussing beauty products as a profitable business.
Radit just got out and stood in front of the car door. The man had been in Jakarta for more than a week to work with several business partners, and today he is free.
The look is a little more relaxed now. With denim subordinates, blending plain white T-shirts with a single blue tick, it seemed to leave no loose space in its sturdy frame.
It turned out that Nata was more interested in seeing him with his appearance more casual like this.
“Loh, I don't need to ask permission from your parents first?” Radit asked to see Nata entering the car.
"So, I told you we're in a hurry" Nata replied as she put on her seat belt. Radit was forced to get back in the car.
"Eh Mr Amar have you said you don't have to go to the office today?"
Nata nodded while looking at the contents of his bag afraid that someone might miss.
Aware of the delay, Radit chose to drive the car at a slightly high speed. While Nata did not turn away from his salary to inform his position to Rian, his friend on the TV station.
Traffic lights have just switched from green to yellow. The car had to stop for a moment, Radit turned his gaze to the sweet creature beside him, fascinated by Nata's appearance today who looked graceful wrapped pasmina bewarna peach.
“I will definitely be a very lucky man, if you have a wife like you.”.
Actually Nata was a bit surprised to hear the words of the man beside him, only this time his words were a little more courageous. But Nata tried to hide his expression, just plain.
“Do not seduce early in the morning, I am late.”
Usually, the conversation was only about family news, business, and other heavy topics. However, Radit is a person who is cool to exchange ideas. But as a friend, he seems not the type of man who is cool with hora-hore.
The lights went green again.
Naas, just a few minutes away, the car tires are problematic. They stopped by the side of the road, Radit came out looking for a nearby workshop. Result nil.
"Where are we looking for drivers online? You're late" Radit said, wiping his sweat from outside the car.
"Said Rian there are their colleagues who are just ready to observe the place, near our location. He's got a motorbike to pick up here. He said he was told to be with him instead of waiting for an online driver again. The 25-minute event will be live"
From inside the car, Nata did not release the device on the outside of his ear. He was just looking for a solution for his friend across the line.
"O yaudah, where's the guy?" Radit asked as he looked around.
"Either, he said men wear red uniforms, black pants, long hair. Again here ride a little muddy motorbike.." From behind the car glass Nata began to comb the streets around, until finally found a figure with a similar description approaching their car.
The man whose face was covered in helmet glass began to stop his motorbike. Then release the head protection object, until a familiar face appears.
Eagle-eyed man, with his shoulder-length hair tied up originally. The man who had been lost in the swallow of the earth suddenly appeared unexpectedly, in front of him.
"Lukman?"
