Pasung Tuan Muda's

50. Not Wanting to Be an Actor

“You why, from earlier I saw agitated once?” tanyakanya.

“Ah, eng-not, Mas, I'm just tired,” I replied while switching the topic.

“If you have a problem, just tell me. Maybe I can help,” he said, then he turned off his car engine right in front of my gate.

“This, Mas, I was at the cake shop.”

“Then?” he threw away the question.

“Kue I was left at the stop, even though I had been helped to get the cake. Hmmm ... indeed again ill-fated, Mas.” I also bent my face while throwing my gaze out the window of the car.

“Oh, if that's the only problem, I have a solution for you.” The opponent picked up a black plastic bag on the back of his car.

Quickly, the handsome young man thrust the object inside the plastic bag at me. Without being able to reach, the gaze just stared at that thing. I wasn't as easy as she thought to accept a stranger's gift, let alone a man who didn't know each other.

“Kok, even dumb?” his tanning disperse the reverie.

“Ta-but, Mas, I've been too much trouble. Fear, your wife is angry if you see this closeness.”

“No, just take it. Since I have bought three packs earlier, this is for your child.”

I took sodoran from her, though actually very embarrassed. However, on the other hand I do not want to pretend to be rich by refusing the gift of people. After enduring the embarrassment, we both got out of the car.

“Mas, I went in first to the house, because it's really late.”

“Please, oh, yes, can I have your mobile number?”

Without answering, I simply nodded twice. After she recorded my phone number, then I walked a little snobbishly into the courtyard of the house. The mind was still struggling and said, that the handsome man was watching from his original position.

I felt so ashamed, and then I went behind my body. After turning the head 180 degrees, it turned out that the handsome man disappeared from circulation. His passing was very fast like a gust of wind, I was only able to wander around the gate of the house.

Oh, how, how quickly did that guy go? It was strange, but yes, maybe he was in a hurry. Thank you, Mom, you are so handsome, my mind is monologuing.

Right in the doorway, I opened without knocking first. Apparently, the house is not locked. In the living room, Anissa and Bi Ira were embracing each other and like they were crying. Both of their bodies were as hollow.

“Assalammualikum ..” my sap.

“Wa’alaikumsallam .... Nyah, Mama ..!” yell at them both in unison.

Anissa also raised her body from the sofa and ran to me when she was stunned carrying a box of objects.

“Darling, you why, Son?” my question is full of search.

“Mama why just got home, Ma? Nissa was very worried if Mama why-why,” answers very softly.

Using my right hand, I stroked her hair and kissed the princess' forehead just my way. There had never been any expression like this before, as Anissa looked very sad after my presence at home.

“Daddy, really, so long ago home? This is Nyonyah's shirt why?” tanya Bi Ira.

“The story is long, Bi. Come, let me sit down first, let me tell you a little,” invite me by embracing the two angels who live in this world.

Not forgetting, I locked the door that was blown as breeze. The air outside the house is very cold and enters every hole of the skin pores. After sitting down on the chair, I started the conversation again to make the two interlocutors dumbfounded. But I turned the facts around about who helped.

In the context of this time, I mentioned that the man was a woman, so that Anissa would not get angry if I was close to a man. Because all I know is that Anissa hates men who try to get to know me.

“That's the story,” I said disperse the daydream of the child and Bi Ira.

“Yes, my mom didn't expect it either. Oh, yes, this is something for you. Giving from the person who helped earlier,”, I said while proffering.

“What is this, Ma?” tanyakanya.

“Mama don't know, honey, you open it!” myrag.

Anissa took the plastic bag immediately, she was excited to open the actual gift from Mas Andreas earlier. After a bag of plastic opened, Anissa was silent in a thousand languages. Bi Ira and I looked at her expression intently.

“Darling, you why?” my many.

“Ma, look at this cake, it is very beautiful and it looks very expensive.” Anissa showed a cake that had a very beautiful motivation, impressed very luxurious and charming.

“Good that guy, Nyah,” Praise Bi Ira.

Holy hooch! It turns out that Mas Andreas gave this expensive cake to me, really good, he. I just knew you did that too.

“Ma, Mom ...” Anissa waved her hand as if to make me throw a daydream.

“Ah, uh.”

“Mama why daydream?” tanyakanya.

“No, my son, my mother did not expect if he gave this expensive cake.” I switched the subject. “But you like, right, Darling?”

“Iya, Ma, Nissa loves it. The cake is more expensive than Om Revan ever gave,” Anissa replied while putting on a face.

For a moment I was silent a thousand languages. Anissa's speech this time silenced the irony that should not be twisted back. Now, I'm not afraid to talk to a man.

“Nak, Mama entered the room first, yes, want to change clothes,” I said.

“Iya, Ma, come back here again, yes?”

“Iya.”

Then I walked away leaving Anissa and Bi Ira in the living room. Upon reaching the room, I opened the phone which I now charger beside the nightstand. A short message came from a new number on behalf of Andreas. However, I did not reply because it was late at night.

For some reason, to be close to a man I thought long. Even if it is just chatan. Fearing, he already had a wife and I infiltrated as a household actor. Because all I know is that if our husband is taken by another woman it doesn't taste good. So that the decision was already unanimous, if the intricacies of the household problem do not know clearly, I do not want to disturb anyone.

After a few minutes, I left the phone on the nightstand to fulfill Anissa's desire to eat cake in the living room. Using my right hand, I picked up a bandana on the dresser, and then I put it on as a hair binder.

The fast-paced setting brought me back to meet the two women I consider to be the angels of encouragement in this world. They both looked very happy and very relaxed in expression. Although without a father, Anissa is able to stem her sadness by enjoying life as it is.

“It looks like there is another fun, nih,” I said spontaneously.

“Eh, Mama, let's sit with us,” take Anissa.

“Mari, Nyah, this is the cake we have cut for Nyonyah,” sambar Bi Ira while thrusting the cake.

“Wah, Auntie is so good,” I replied while throwing away a small smile.

We ate the delicious cake together. Though, my mind is still raging with Mas Andreas— as my giver of happiness tonight.

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