Red Hooded Girl

Silence Signs Agree

After lunch at Fried Chicken KW

The god stopped his bike where he picked up Mimin at lunch. Mimin got off the bike, opened the helmet and handed the helmet to God.

"Thank you, yes" said Mimin after handing over the helmet to God.

"Thank you for what?" ask God.

"Still for lunch" replied Mimin.

"Ah, the cab in Ka ef si KW. I'm the one who thanks you because you want to talk to me." The god paused his speech for a moment staring at Mimin. "Mina, you know what?" continued.

"No idea" Mimin replied quickly.

"Haha... Yes also the people I have not spoken," said Dewa while laughing.

"Can have lunch with you it feels really good. His smile was like meeting James Hetfield continued to be signed and treated to lunch with him. You know James Hetfield ain't?"

Mimin. "Metallica's vocalist and guitarist are you."

The god was stunned because he was stunned because he did not expect Mimin to recognize one of his idols. "Mina... Do you like rock music too?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

"I'm in the office now, afraid it's too late," Mimin said he didn't answer God's question. Then waltze away.

"Mina...! We will be home later this afternoon, right? I'll get you!" cry God when Mimin has gone far.

Mimin stopped his steps and turned his body to stare at God. "Can. I'll wait in this place again!" the thrill with the volume of the sound is more hardened than his habit of speaking in order to be heard by the Gods.

"Yes Yes Yes...!!" The gods cheered with excitement. His hands clenched and then lifted him up and pulled him down, like the gesture of people when throwing the word 'Yes'.

Mimin smiled at the deity's behavior, then again swung his steps toward the office.

When he was about to enter the office, he met Memet who was mopping the floor of the office veranda, still in the style of his idol mainstay, back and forth syantik. (It looks like this Memet mopping hobby yes and idolize the jargon back and forth syantik.😂)

"Well Mimin Tea, go home by yourself? Not the same Mr Lurah?" tanya Memet kepo's.

"Sir Lurah who's Met?" Mimin asked back.

"Pak Lurah who said Teh Mimin's future husband," he replied innocently.

"He's not Lurah, Met!"

"I was wrong. The real Mr. Camat yes Tea," said Memet while scratching his head.

Mimin breathes his frustration because of the gereget with the innocence of Memet. Continue the steps to enter the office. As he was about to head to his desk, he passed Deka.

"Jasmin, where are you from?" ask Deka.

"Let's have lunch outside, sir," Mimin replied honestly.

"Who's the guy?" deca CCS.

Mimin was silent for a moment, trying to think what answer he would give.

"Everything... 'The Man'." Mimin answered honestly, no. Indeed he had lunch with 'That Man' the nickname for God on his cell phone contact list. He is not ready if he has to be frank about his marriage status because of the sudden marriage series especially the reason behind the marriage. He was unable to tell the events of the night to his office friends.

"Excuse me, Sir. I want to go back to my desk" said Mimin pleaded. Without waiting for Deka's answer and approval, he immediately went to his desk.

So, Jasmin was right to have lunch with the man, "the Batik" was right for her future husband. Oh, Jasmin is low on your taste. Mumbled Deka in the heart.

"Si Batik" is just a prospective husband, right? Not a real husband yet. Let alone the new husband, if it had been a real husband, I would have made sure Jasmin would have fallen in my arms. His mind, accompanied by a sneaky smile.

"Ih... Kok Pak Deka smiles so anyway. eerie as the smile of the Joker," Memet said when he saw Deka smiling grin. Memet opined with honesty.

Deka was cross-legged on the chest with both eyeballs staring intently at Memet. Like wanting to swallow Memet round and round.

"eeee... Ma-sorry Sir. Excuse me. want to rek wc," Memet said with a grin and then swung a lightning-fast step leaving Deka.

*****

A few more minutes is Mimin's time to get home from work. He looked at his phone. Wishing the phone vibrates and displays a notification of incoming messages from someone, who else if not "The Man" aka God. I don't know why the message of lebay and flabbings from "The Man" now feels missed. Without him knowing.

"Min to the yuk pantry" said Devi who happened to pass in front of her desk. "Lo's done his job" said Devi again.

"Yes it's done." Mimin stands up and follows Devi to the pantry.

After about ten minutes in the pantry, to just make a cup together with Devi, Mimin returned to his desk. He reached into his bag to get a cell phone. And a smile rose from his lips upon seeing the notification of the incoming message from the 'Man'.

In some of the early messages, his lips still curled a smile as he read the row of messages . But then he covered his mouth with his hand in surprise to read his last message.

The Man: Pulp marrow with gravy. Assalamualaikum.

The Man: Buy batik in rau market. You are beautiful know...

The Man: Eat duren rinse herbs. Cool brother's gonna pick you up.

The Man: Honey... Sorry, maybe late for the accident.

Mimin's originally bright face was radiant at once changed pias due to reading the last message sent by God.

Then he typed in a reply to the message to the God.

Where were you in an accident?

How is he doing now?

Tell me where you are, I'm going there now.

Four messages at once. Not waiting long, the message he sent marked blue check. It means the message has been read by the gods, right.

He tapped his finger on the desk waiting for a reply from God. But there seems to be no sign that the message will be answered. Because God's contact is no longer in online mode.

Why isn't it baled down, my message. Why didn't he call.

Her condition was severe and she was taken to the hospital.

Continuing to check the blue means that the message has been read, right. Who reads the message. What is the hospital, or the police. Various allegations and concerns in Mimin's heart.

Because he did not get a reply, he decided to call God.

Tut's... Tut's... Tut's...

He had made more than ten calls but there was no answer. Makes his heart worry more.

"Teh Mimin, why does it seem so agitated?" tanya Memet who passed Mimin's desk.

"Eh... Why not why."

"Teh, Mr Rizal is in the room?"

"Nothing. Is reviewing the project in Balaraja."

"Izin ya Teh, want to mop up Mr. Rizal's room."

"Hem."

"Teh Mimin doesn't want to go home yet?"

"Oh, yes. I'm going home first, Met. If anyone finds out, say I go home first well there is an important need. Urgent."

"Ready Tea. Erjen, right?"

"Yes Memeeeeet."

Mimin hastily swung his steps out of the office. Passed some of his coworkers' desks.

"Min go home with yuk!"

"Min is in a great hurry!"

"Why go home first?!"

Some exclamations and questions from colleagues.

"Sorry, I go home first, there is a need" Mimin replied to each colleague who asked.

He continued walking all the way to the usual place where he met the Gods. There was no God there. The feeling of anxiety and uneasiness further sank his heart. Mimin grabbed his phone back and made a call to the contact number "The Man".

Tut's...

Only one time the connection sounds, there is an answer from the end of the phone.

"Assalamualaikum, my salihah."

"WA-waalaikum greetings. Where are you?"

"In your heart... Uh... On here. Behind you."

Mimin looked back and saw that Dewa was sitting on his bike. Apparently because of too anxious cause the focus is too big to not realize if shortly after he stood there, God also arrived at that place.

"She said accident??" ask Mimin.

"Propsy. Your handsome husband shakes this well and there are no flaws."

"You know me?"

 "No. I don't prank you. It was an accident, but I hit him."

"Well... What exactly was hit?"

"Alhamdulillah, nothing. That's why I can be here now. Pick up my halal lover.” The god spoke while rolling his eyes. Until it creates a red clove on the cheeks as smooth as the baby's skin.

“Alhamdulillah if you are okay,” said Mimin with a downcast face.

“So if I'm why-why are you worried about me. Is that right, isn't it?”

Mimin looked at God for a moment then threw his gaze at just anyone, staring at the crowd of vehicles passing by. Covering up her nervousness. It was true that he was very worried, but it was impossible for him to tell the man.

“Mina... Thank you for worrying about me,” concluded Dewa before turning on the engine motor.

Maybe the saying is true. Silence gives consent's. Assukuutu. Silent sign agree.

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