Pasung Tuan Muda's

45. Mysterious Man

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Morning has arrived, tamburat arunika bring the beautiful atmosphere on the coast of the capital. Today, I must get ready to carry out my routine as usual. Working in a cafe located on the edge of town. To start everything, I always pray to God so that everything can be passed smoothly without any obstacles.

In order to meet the all-expensive cost of living, I was willing to double into an office girl, as well as washing dishes in the current place. Tired indeed, but what can I do, all I have to do for the survival and future of my daughter is my only way.

When I got out of the room, a little shaky steps were taken to leave this morning. Because, Anissa—anakku, he wants to invite to gather one day. However, I have promised not to skip again this month. If I break that rule, I will automatically lose my job.

Arriving at the doorway, I opened the door slowly. Suddenly, “Ma.”

The voice of the call was heard from the back of the body, from the tone of his voice I was very familiar. Yeah, who else if not just my son. Having been caught off guard, I turned my head slightly towards him, while this self-expression had changed.

“Eh, you why, Darling?” ask me with a tone of pretending not to know.

“Mama where to go?” Anissa turned back on her.

“Mama wants to go to work, Honey. Isn't that mama's routine?”

“But, Ma, didn't Mama promise not to work today. Nissa wants to spend time with Mama,” she replied expectantly.

“Son, mom has to work. It's for our lives, for your future too. If you do not work, the boss in the cafe can change the position of mama.”

“Mama is more affectionate with Mama's work than Nissa,”.

“Sweet child, don't be. What Nyonyah said was right, she did that for you too,” sambar Bi Ira mediate.

“But, Bi ...”

“Aibi understands. You must want to spend time with Nyonyah, right? But your future is also more important than just staying at home. Remember, time is money,” Bi Ira added.

“Ya, already, deh. But, Ma, after coming home from work, please enroll Nissa to a new school. As Mama promised yesterday,” the door.

“Siap, Darling. For your school, what not. Most importantly, you are learning well. Become an accomplished child again, and not a boyfriend-girlfriend.”

“Iya, Ma, if you want to work please. Careful,” replied my son.

Feeling very sad, I tried to walk to meet Anissa who was beside Bi Ira. Gently, I hugged and kissed her forehead.

“Mama love you, son,” I said spontaneously.

“Nissa is also the same Mama,” he replied.

“Yes, already, mama go first. Assalammualaikum ..”

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” Reply Bi Ira, and Anissa in unison.

Now my departure is getting prayers from them, the people I care about. This morning, I felt more excited than the day before. Not long wait on the edge of the sidewalk, a public transport also passed.

Very quickly, I entered the public transport to get to work immediately. It took about half an hour to get to the location. While the air in the transport is very hot, it is not like it used to be if everywhere I always carry a private car.

God is so fair that those above will not always hold that position. After a few minutes on the way, I arrived in front of the cafe. The place has many visitors who stopped by. But now it is still very early in the morning.

After giving the fare, I went to the cafe through the back door. Then, I changed my uniform as I walked across the bartender. Arriving at the bartender, I also hit accidentally the person who was passing by.

Brug!

Quickly, I collected the menu book and reassembled it. When I finished, I looked at the face of the person who had hit me earlier, because he helped to compile some of the menu books.

The glance of the young man's eyes was very mysterious, handsome, also making this soul feel enchanted. The brew that decorated his face, as well as the thin whiskers shook my heart. This is the same thing I knew with Revan in High School. But I don't want to get too much attention or anything.

“Ma-sorry,” my word stammered.

“It's okay,” he replied.

Then, I also left the young man who had been stunned staring fixedly at my face. From a distance away, he was still monitoring by throwing a knotty smile. But I don't think I want to get to know strangers too much. For me, that guy is the same, just sweet in front. The rest are like animals.

After arriving at the doorway of the toilet room, I met a colleague named—Risma.

“Mbak, really, hurry up?” tanyakanya.

“Ah, this, I again do not consent,” I replied.

“Not konsen why?”

“So there was a stranger who crashed, his face was mysterious. I'm so scared,” I said with anxiety.

“Mana, anyway, the guy?” ask again.

Using my right hand, I pointed at the position that had become the man's pedestal. Risma stared at my hand carefully.

“Nobody, Ma'am. You dream times,” he said clarify.

“True, Ris, I was hit there.”

“Yes, stop, don't think about it. This part is still, where there are ghosts early in the morning,” he explained while holding my hand.

Eventually we both headed to the cafe backyard together. Quickly, Risma picked up the washcloth that was lying on the door. We also started cleaning some dishes and spoons. As well as guest tables that will soon be brought forward by male workers.

Not long after, Diki also came with a smile. The young boy always made me misbehave. How not, according to the confessions of other colleagues, he likes me and very much makes me wrong in thinking.

“Hallo .. beautiful women,” she said spontaneously.

Regardless of what that said, I kept wiping the table cleanly.

“Eh, Diki, why are you here?” ask Risma.

“Yes, obviously,” she replied as she stared at me a little.

From the net's tail, it makes me want to puke. Because the age of kamo is very far, because Diki is old with my son—Anissa.

“Ih, again same miss Marissa, after all,” ledek Risma.

I also cheered Risma and said a little whisper, “ih, you are nothing, anyway.”

“See, Ma'am, have been awaited with Mas Diki,” replied Risma again.

Because it felt so strange, I walked away from Risma and Diki in her position. I don't want to give any hope to men. Moreover, to the child onces whose age is far below me.

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