Pasung Tuan Muda's

15. The Tarnished Path of Truth

The phone's sound rang very loudly several times, from the phone screen it was seen that the call came from—Bram—my ex-lover a few months ago. The mind says, 'fuck! Why, anyway, Bram uses all-nellphone events. He doesn't know times, yeah, if I'm the same Revan.'

From the front, the thin-moustached young man furrowed both eyebrows. He touched my cell phone that rang without pause. Then, I snatched it away.

Using the finger of the left hand, I turned off the phone and put it back on the table. Revan thought of something, but he did not want to say. Several minutes long breaths, finally the prospective husband spoke up.

"Darling, why didn't he pick up his phone?" he asked, then he touched my right hand.

I also sighed a little, shifting the subject. "Ah .. no. This is Sinta calling, she doesn't know when we're in the evening."

"Yes, that's it, my God. I don't feel disturbed, either."

When I finished talking, the phone rang again.

"Please, excuse me to go back, yes, pick up this phone."

"OK," the response was brief.

Without further ado, I immediately rushed towards the back of the restaurant. With the finger of my left hand, I raised the call from Bram.

[City ..].

[Hallo, beautiful Mama.]

[Mama beautiful head you.]

[Wes, don't be so excited about it ..?!]

[Bram! What else do you want to call me?]

[Gue only wants ten million rupiahs.]

[Lunny you, Bram. There are rights whether you ask for money with me, ties also do not exist.]

[If you want your wedding to be all right, money transfer game. If enggak—]

[If not. What, Bram? You want to call the police, please!]

[Gue isn't as stupid as you think, Siska. I'll unload your rot if the child you're carrying is my son, not the seed of Revan. How ...?]

[Your asshole, Bram.]

[So how? Still fighting or not?]

[Okay, I'll transfer that money. If you open your mouth about this boy, I'll report you because you've run away from responsibility.]

[Gue wait an hour from now.]

Tut-tut-tut!

As soon as the phone died, the conversation broke off on its own. I looked left and right while monitoring the situation. The room was very quiet without the slightest sound.

"My talk is safe. What a fuck Bram. Wanna squeeze me it turns out it was."

With wide steps, I returned to where I was. There is still a faithful Revan waiting, both hands clean the hair that had been disheveled. Slamming into the front seat, I stared at the watch on my left hand. The time was very fast, it was now 23:00 p.m.

"Mas, aren't we going home? It's late at night because it's not good to see the neighbors," I said as I stared steadily at the interlocutor.

The thin-moustached young man returned a gaze, he reached into something from inside his trousers. "Okay, if that's how we go home now."

Without saying a word, I nodded twice to say it. Revan walked straight to the cashier's payment, while I opened my wallet and stared at the nominal money that was still left. Because the money wasn't enough to transfer to Bram's account, I squealed agitatedly on the chair.

Upon Revan's arrival on the left, he stared at the contents in my wallet. "Why the wallet?" he touched my brown bag.

"Ah, this, Mas. Mom wanted to buy something, but the money was less. So, he wants a minjam. My money doesn't exist either."

"How much do you want to wear?"

"Much, Mas."

"How much?"

"Ten million, Mas," I continued with a trembling face.

"Oh, yeah, it's. Put on my money first," she replied very gently.

"But, Mas. I must have taken a little while to get it back."

"Entar ngerepotin, Mas," timpalku.

"No. If it's just that, it's small."

I changed my position to stand up, without further ado I hugged Revan very tightly.

"Thank you, Mum. You are my best husband" I said, rounding off disgusted eyes.

"Yes .. same."

'Mampus you! I feel good to be a liar, stupid to be a man. With ease I can take all the treasures you have, soon we will start the game, ' my babble in heart.

We rushed to the car park, entered through the right and left doors, we shot very fast. Every now and then I glanced at the thin mustachioed handsome man on the left, as soon as my adrenaline peaked. Sitting close to his body, I instantly vaporized the spoiled soul and leaned on his shoulder.

A few minutes into the trip, we finally reached home at around 24:00 p.m. The gate that was wide open brought us in. While the door was closed very tightly, it was estimated that the mother had slept soundly.

Usually, if it's like this, the middle-aged woman is no longer in the room. Coming out simultaneously, Revan approached me and kissed this brow.

"Darling .. You take a break, yes. Do not sleep late at night, because tomorrow we will get married," he chirped as he circulated a smile.

From the front position, I nodded twice. "Yes, Mas. You be careful going home, don't speed things up."

"His name is finished in marriage on the bed," he sambar, grimacing amusedly.

With my right hand, I pinched his stomach. "Ih, that's flirty."

"He he he .. okay, deh, I go home first, yeah."

"Yes, Mum."

"Assalam' mualaikum ...," he said as he entered the car.

"Waalaikum' sallam, My husband."

Finished letting go of the farewell tonight, I hurried to step towards the house. Living room lights are not as usual, tonight is still on late at night. However, both eyes found no one in the room. Walking quietly, suddenly a voice sounded from behind.

"Siska!" yelled at someone, from her voice like a woman.

I can get to the back of the body, a true estimate that there is already a mother who put on a very cynical face.

"Where have you come home to now!" screeched the middle-aged woman while circulating an expression of disdain.

"not ... I saw that I went out with Mas Revan."

"When have you been home since midnight like this, Sis?" tanyanya.

"Buy the wedding dress, Mom."

"How many times do you say you don't marry someone else's husband. It's the same with PERJOR, you know!" the hardship raised the tone of voice.

"Mother why, anyway, always say the child himself the actor? Or maybe, Siska's not Mom's real son!"

The middle-aged woman who always tied her hair with the raffia rope stood up, she walked over and approached towards my body. The sharp look he also threw, making the body very trembling.

"You've dared to fight mom, Sis. This is the upbringing of your late father first—the bastard."

"Enough, Mom! Father is dead, don't involve this because father! Siska's right, ma'am, if Siska isn't Mom's son! Yeah, right!" ngegas.

Instantly the middle-aged woman threw a hard slap on my right cheek.

Plaque!

"Basar child does not know in your luck, advised parents to live not to be an ACTOR even less accept, from this moment you do not consider me as your mother again. Pursue the carcass of the world you love, and never throw my house."

I touched the right cheek slowly, the slap marks were reddened and very painful. Without replying, I hurried to leave mother in the living room. Tears were flowing so hard it could not be stopped anymore.

Arriving in the room, I cried over everything that happened.

"No ...."

"No ...."

I slam everything visible to both eyes. Body slammed and spread both wings, still with sobbing, I tried to close both eyes. It was cold tonight, making it easy to fall asleep.

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