Pasung Tuan Muda's

46. The Friend Who Most Understand Me

Time continues to roll, all day it looks very friendly weather and continues to hold the beautiful timburat arunika. Even my mood, so follows the twilight light shades that call to come out for a moment.

Even a very graceful blue cloud moved there and here, as if inviting to dance cheerfully. The chirping of birds sounds eloquent in the ears while bringing comfort in work. Even though trouble kept coming without pulling over, I tried to shake things off to make them look ordinary.

As much as possible I kept looking cheerful, even though this heart was crying out. At that time, I walked clean a few glasses and dishes as an additional task. Worked in a cafe run by a handsome young man with the status of a widower. However, I do not want to listen to the words of the employees here, my goal is to work and want to provide children. That'sthat's all.

Moments after seconds had approached, the twilight light seemed to slowly pull over from the earth universe. Before long, tap the feet of someone as if coming over.

“Mbak, you're not home?” ask Risma spontaneously.

“Eh, you, Ris. I guess who,” answered me while looking at a glance. “Emang it's time to go home?” I turned back and stared at the watch in my left hand.

“It's time to go home, Ma'am,” replied Risma.

“Jeez, yes. My watch is dead, Ris,” I said clarifying the uncertainty.

“Yes, already, we go home, yuk.” Risma also passed from the dishwasher and glass.

Finally I followed Risma from behind, we both changed uniforms in the dressing room. When we finished, we walked to the exit. The access that we always choose when we go home is the back door, because we are very embarrassed to cross in front of the buyer.

Right in front of the palanquin tree, someone said, “have finished working?”

Risma and I paused for a moment, the man came out from behind the tent, fixed next to the toilet corridor. Yes, he is Riko who is currently the boss in the place where we work. I don't know what he wants, his face is full of questions.

“Eh, Boss, we guess who,” replied Risma a little raucous.

“You want to go home?” ask again.

“Iya, nih, Boss.” After saying, Risma also looked at the colleagues who were confused entering the work room for the night shift.

“Marissa,” call him.

“I-iya, Boss,” I stammered.

“You're tomorrow night there's no show?” tanyakanya.

“No idea, Boss, because I have to keep my son at home.”

“Oh .. I guess there is a time.”

“Emang why, Boss?” ask again.

“No, I just want to invite you to eat in a place.”

“We're not invited, Boss?” sambar Risma with throw out questions.

“Hmmm ... invited not, yes?” Boss Riko just looked up at the ceiling.

“Ih, restless the Boss, we, right, also employees,” added Risma slightly sneered.

“Entar we set the time again, yes.” Without waiting for an answer, the man left us both.

So strange, Risma and I exchanged looks. Not usually Boss Riko invites employees to go somewhere, let alone dinner. I really never expected everything to happen so strange these few days. So many men who come to ask for time just to walk together or dinner.

However, until now I have not been able to open my heart to other men. Not because I still have a taste for Revan—my ex-husband. However, it is more to me that it is very traumatized to reopen the heart and the pain that is still wrapped in white bandages because of the betrayal of the husband first.

“Mbak, hello ...” Risma waved her hand right in front of me.

“Ah, uh, Risma.” Instantly I broke his daydream because he thought of a silly thing just now.

On foot, we talked non-stop. “I don't know either, Ris. Lately there have been a lot of men close to me.”

“Crushes, Mbak.”

“Yes, I don't want to, Risma. Besides I am a widow, and my son is also a big one.”

“Mbak, why are all rejected try. What's wrong, anyway, to take back the man who now wants to be serious. Everyone has a chance, Ma'am, and not all men are the same.”

“I know that, Ris, but I still can't open my heart anymore right now. There are enough problems that I face, all just add to the burden.”

“If I think, Boss Riko is loving, deh. Since his wife died. Until now there are no other women close to him,” said Risma explained.

“Maybe not yet, but we don't know out there.”

“I'm sure, Ma'am. Or don't-don't—“ Risma hangs her words.

“Do-not what?” my many.

“Or don't-don't, Mbak has a crush on Diki.”

“Gosh! He was just a kid yesterday afternoon, don't mess around. Diki it's worth it for my son at home. There's-There's you,” I explained.

“Can be, Ma'am, if you are a match.”

“Udah, ah, yuk, we're taking the car. Entar new night tau rasa,” invite me by pulling the hands of best friends at work.

We also boarded a public transport that we used to ride. Along the way home, my mind was still raging with a handful of Risma's words just now. Indeed, his words have a point as well, that not all men are the same. But to me, men are the same. Like to hurt women, even if they are married, they are able to double.

I don't know, right now I'm in a very dilemma to open my heart. What I want to live at this time is, just to make my child happy just way at home, so that he does not thirst for affection. Because making a living as well as being a father for him is very difficult.

I have been alone since his birth in this world. This is me, a woman who grew up and grew up, steadfast from the backlash and heartache of a man. The figure is none other than the husband himself who has the heart, making out and looking at other women in front of these eyes.

To forget what Revan had done a few years ago, stirred up the anger in my soul to break and let out all the emotions. Even hatred of men. In my eyes, all their people are just trash and scoundrels.

But in the future, I just gave everything to God. Perhaps He knows better the heart of his servant, and can briefly open the feeling back after so many years of numbness.

“Risma, we have arrived, nih,” I said while shaking Risma's hand.

“Mbak, we have arrived?” tanyakanya.

“Iya, until your home. If my house is still good,” I replied.

“Then I go first, Ma'am. Oh, yeah, don't stop by first?” tanyanya.

“No, Ris, because I want to go to the cake shop first.”

“OK, Ma'am, see you tomorrow at work, yes.”

“Iya, Ris. Continue this first.”

“Be careful, Ma'am. Send greetings to Anissa, Mbak.”

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..”

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