My Pole Ketos
My decision (Kayla)
The atmosphere in the living room is currently making me uncomfortable because of a middle-aged man and a man\-man who opened the door earlier. My intention is to give by\-by this to Aunt Azri and Aunt Rayya and I was escorted by Mang Ujang with the address guidelines given by mama. However, the car suddenly broke down and with a heavy heart, I decided to get out of the car and ask the surrounding residents. According to them, his house was not far from where the car broke down and I followed their directions. It is true not far, but the turn of the road is too much and already 3 times I found a dead end. I don't know the instinct from where I saw a big house standing dashing behind the dead end and I'm sure, the house is 3 times that of my house. I guessed\-nerka while walking towards the house. Finally, I got to the house and I was convinced that this was Aunt Azri's house. I gulped to prepare myself as if I wanted to meet someone important. I saw the security guard here had not come and I was desperate to get in there. For a moment my steps stopped and the house was no stranger to me, as if I had come here. It felt comfortable to be given this house to welcome me. I led to the door and I slapped while dismissing various negative thoughts.
Tok
Tok
Tok
The door opened and it was a shock to me who opened it. The ketos pole. I kept my frustration with my typical smile. He just looked at me and of course it made me a bit uncomfortable. He let me in and told me to sit in the living room. There, there was a half-century-old man who looked to be three heads old. The man came back and sat here waiting for someone to come.
Silent. It felt constrained between the 2 people who had the same nature and my mouth as if it was locked as if it knew the current state. The two of them were in the same room, yet it was as if there was a dividing wall between them.
“Pardon me in advance, my arrival here wants to give me souvenirs from my mom. Is this really Aunt Azri's house?" my question and wrinkles were clearly visible on their foreheads.
"Aunty Azri's house is in the next compound."
"Azri's house is in the next complex." they answered simultaneously and they stared coldly at each other. For some reason, it feels like they are betel nut halved. The nature of even their facial structure is almost the same. If Aunt Azri's house is in the next complex, then whose house is this? At this time the polar ketos his son Aunty Rayya is notoriously friendly said mama?
"That means Aunt Rayya's house?" my question and they nodded.
"And Alex is Aunt Rayya's son?" They're nagging again.
"Then this middle-aged man is Alex's father?"
The man nodded with a smile towards me, but the man only gave his usual expression.
"To be more precise, ex-father," he replied coldly and I immediately understood the direction of his conversation. Just like what was told by the secretary sent by Alex. I looked at him sharply, but he did not touch him as if what he said was true.
“I'm not saying this to impress meddling, but what you're saying is wrong. There are no former words in family relationships, let alone your own parents. Even though they have divorced, they still remain your parents status.”
“Maybe what the girl said has a point, Farhan,” replied a woman who came out of the kitchen and I suspect that the woman is Aunt Rayya.
“Who is this girl?” ask the woman while smiling at me. His smile was like an angel.
“Goodnight aunt, I ad..”.
“Only a girl who got lost looking for Aunt Azri's house,” cut it off and I stared intently at her.
“It is not good to cut the conversation like that,” the woman remembered and I stuck my tongue out at Alex and the reaction was just a small whisper so my emotions started to get triggered. The woman just chuckled and sat down near her father Alex.
“If you may know, what is your name?” ask the woman.
“My name is Kayla and the intention is I want to give souvenirs to Aunt Azri first, but like I was lost. And luckily, I found a aunt's house even though I thought this was Aunt Azri's house,”. The woman was Aunt Rayya and she nodded listening to my story. I handed over a big tote bag to Aunt Rayya.
“This aunt, souvenirs from mom for aunt.”
“Thank you Kayla.” Aunt Rayya opened it and a satisfied smile was engraved on her face that still looked young.
“You must be Dena's son, right?” I nodded and looked at his astonishment because this was the first time I had met him. However, the air in this house feels different, especially to family members. It was as if there was a huge wall that limited themselves. A strange family. Maybe it was the result of a divorce. I got up from the sofa and took the gift that would be given to Aunt Azri.
“Om, Aunty, and Alex, I am home” permission
“Will go home? Sorry aunt can not present anything and send greetings to your mama. Farhan, you drive Kayla to Aunt Azri's house,” Aunty Rayya and Alex get up and walk up the stairs to pick up her motorcycle contacts in the room.
“No need aunty, I so not good with aunt” kindness
“No need, even aunty would love to have a daughter-in-law like you.” Did I not hear wrong? Though just a few minutes ago we got acquainted and Aunt Rayya has given me a green code.
“Your mother prays that you do not become a weathered bachelor,” timpalku origin just to cover my current smile. He left me and I tried to catch up with him, but Alex's father's baritone voice stopped me.
“Maybe you are a strange girl, but you can definitely change her.” I turned my head and stared intensely at my father from the polar ketos hoping that there was a little concern behind the cold attitude and the way he spoke. However, what I found was the gaze of a father who placed more hope on me. What exactly made this family break up and why did Alex's parents put that hope on me? Did I make any more mistakes? In fact, all this time I only paid a little attention to him and it was still lectured by Laily. Besides, I don't want to interfere in his life. However, my heart rebelled in order to start trusting Alex. I've decided. Smiles were engraved as if I agreed on what they wanted.
“Will I work on.”
Tin
Tin
The sound of horns rang out to the living room and I resigned to both of Alex's parents and followed him forward. Hopefully, my decision did not bring disaster for me or him.
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After delivering by\-by to Aunt Azri's house, I offered Alex to go to a nearby cafe to treat her, but she refused. Not myself if I never force others. I forced him on bad grounds to drive me home and apologized for my behavior earlier. With a heavy heart, he agreed and here we are. The smell of coffee dominates the entire room and is smelled up to my nose as if comfortable with the atmosphere here and in front of me there is a cup of cappuccino that just came and a man\the man who was looking out the window of the dewy cafe and the cup of black coffee he had not yet drunk. I looked at him fixedly and I could see, his hazelnut irises made my heart rhythmically irregular like it had run a few kilometers, my heart and mind could not be aligned. I still deny that this is something that is felt by teenagers today and becomes their own place in life, love. I don't want to feel it anymore after what Dion did to me. I believed him then and assumed that I was in love with him before something broke my trust and didn't want to know love.
“You like rain?” The unconscious question I was asking made Alex turn his head.
“Maybe,” he answered briefly while sipping his coffee and drinking it. I followed what he did and enjoyed his cappuccino. The distinctive, sweet and bitter taste of cappucino that still sticks at the tip of my taste buds makes me love this drink.
“Sweet in the beginning, in the end still imprints the bitters.”
“Free to keep something beautiful, but something bad overshadows something beautiful.” We looked at each other and tried to figure out what each of our words meant.
“Why did you say that?” ask us at the same time.
“Do not imitate me,” answer us simultaneously again.
“Serah.” I put a 50-thousand note on the table we ordered and left, but it was withheld by him.
“Have called?” I realized and immediately called Mang Ujang, but Mang Ujang could not pick me up because it was still in the workshop. I took a breath and sat back down.
“Why sit again?”
“Think of yourself!” my ketus. He continued
his activities earlier and for some reason, I was annoyed when he ignored me. He stood up and went to the cashier and came back to pick up his motorcycle contact.
“Come,” take him and I take the money at the table and follow him out of the cafe.
“The rain has subsided huh?” He did not respond and gave me a small tote bag.
“Forku?” ask me and take a nod from him. I don't know why, it feels so good to get this out of him.
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“Thank you for driving me and..gift,” I said as I walked towards the gate of the house.
“Wait.” I looked up and wondered why I called.
“Be careful with Dion and Anaya.” A smile was engraved on my lips and for a moment I laughed.
“You too, Anna can also be a threat to you,” my candlestick and she smiled a little.
“Thank you.” He turned on the engine and left me dead. A sense of emptiness enveloped my heart as it went away from my sight. Hais, I'm mellowing like this. Maybe sleep makes me better. I entered the house and went to do some things for the school anniversary celebration.
