Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 16. The Longest Ride's

The Longest Ride's

(Long journey)

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Surabaya

Tama

"Thank you all .... for your hard work and cooperation so far."

"I'm sorry that I still lack so much."

"May ... we are all always in health and protected by Allah SWT. Amiin Ya Robbal Alamin" he said after the handover ceremony, at the Mahameru Mapolda Building.

Noted, a number of main officials in the Police changed and mutated. Including Erik, who was appointed to the Kasatreskrim Polrestabes (Head of Saruan Reserse Criminal Police Major City Resort).

"Thank you, Commander. For all his knowledge and examples so far," Erik gave him his respect.

He nodded.

But a second later his laughter exploded, "Your Guay ... Rec ... Rec!"

"I'm proud to have been a member of Mas Tama's men" Erik still put up some serious facial water.

He shook his head while laughing. Prefer to clean up the items that are still stored on the table. Instead of having to serve Erik, who suddenly behaved strangely. It was as if they would be separated forever. Only a mutation of the department.

"Can we still be in touch?" Erik looked at him doubtfully. "Maybe one day I was in Jakarta and ...."

He laughed, "Anytime (anytime), Rik. My number is still the same."

At night, he took the time to visit Kinan's house and say goodbye. I have to fly to Jakarta tomorrow.

"Where are they going?" tanyanya. Because from the first minute set foot in Kinan's house, never once saw the nose of Reka.

At the moment, he came home and almost left.

Kinan cleared his throat for a moment, "They're in the room."

It cringes.

"Magain tasks. Many tasks of jelly ...."

"Didn't she want to see me?" he laughed heartily. Even at the last moment of his existence in this city, Reka did not care at all.

"I've called and persuaded him, Mom," Kinan let out a long sigh.

He nodded trying to understand. A farewell like this, it was not the right time for him to argue with Kinan again.

"OK .. please tell me to Reka. He can come to Jakarta whenever he wants" he murmured softly.

"I'll be waiting for (i'll be waiting)," he continued with earnestness.

Kinan smiled at her.

And this made him a little confused.

Because, it felt like he had not seen a smile on Kinan's face.

Every time they met and spoke, only a cloud of gloom and sadness caught up with his senses.

Beyond the anger and wounds that were even still wet, Kinan's smile was clearly a rapid advance that was not to be missed. Although a little out of his observation.

"Are you happy (are you happy)?" and he couldn't not ask.

Sontak managed to lure Kinan to laugh. The first laugh came to his ears. Sounds full of relief.

"You laugh ..." he nodded in understanding. With a chest that feels a little pain. Demi realized, if the reason behind Kinan's smile and laughter. Definitely not himself.

That's someone else.

Other people who managed to bring happiness to Kinan.

"That explains everything" he sighed bitterly.

"Don't get me wrong, Mas," Kinan looked at her with a frown. There was a radiance of pity in both eyes of Kinan.

"Nope (no)," he shook his head. "I'm happy for you (i'm happy for you)."

He was still angry, even if it was directed to whom. But seeing the aura of happiness on Kinan's face, who was actually no one else to him. Because Kinan was once an important part of his life. The two of them are even bound for a lifetime with the presence of Reka.

Makes her feel a little relieved. That separation was quite painful. It does not leave a wound. Because of the communication of the two of them, it is getting better after separation. It was much different when I was a couple.

Kinan smiled at her.

Himself too.

But an awkward atmosphere suddenly enveloped the empty space between the two of them. Make them both mute then bowed.

"Pardon the attitude and behavior of the Designer ..." Kinan has now returned to his initial suit. That's moody.

"I'll fix everything" Kinan continued.

He could only breathe out a long breath. Don't know how to respond.

"Please give me some time," Kinan looked at her solemnly. "I'll explain everything about us."

He swallowed the saliva quickly, "I know."

"So ...." Kinan smiled back at her. "Mas must be happy to be back home."

He laughed. But he asked because he didn't understand, "Home?"

"Home," Kinan nodded.

But his heart wondered more. Where is his house? He felt he never had a home. Never felt like I had a place to go.

"If Mas has found the right person .. don't forget to introduce me," Kinan murmured almost inaudibly.

"What?" he had to ask back so as not to misunderstand.

"Include me .. the woman who made Mas fall in love," Kinan looked at her.

But he laughed without a sound.

"I want to congratulate him ...." Kinan was still looking at him. "Because it manages to make a nearly perfect man .. bend the knee."

In that instant his laughter really exploded, "What are you talking about (what are you talking about)?"

"I want to know. .. which woman and what. That could make you fall in love."

"Because she must be so amazing."

"From now on .. I've been happy for her."

***

Jakarta

Pocktail

He has tried his best. Istikharah prayers, offering prayers, asking for directions. But the determination of the heart has not yet been obtained.

"I wait ... apparently did not come to the office," said Mr. Raka. Suddenly this afternoon came to his house.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm still not sure" he replied, trying to remain polite.

"Even since yesterday, there is another one .. administrative person who is on leave," Mr. Raka actually discussed other things. "The work is so stacks."

"I'm just a graduate of SMK, sir," he tried to explain the real situation. Because he is well aware of his own abilities. Definitely not a candidate who has a lot of expertise.

"Never worked in an office" he continued. "Many theories I've forgotten as well."

"More than a dozen years have passed," this time he smiled. "I think I'm not worthy of ...."

"It's up to me" Mr. Raka cut his words quickly.

"The work is easy. Just managing a simple bookkeeping, correspondence, the same as checking certain items," continued Mr. Raka trying to convince him.

"Nobody should make a company's financial statements or anything like that."

"Daily administrative work .. It is possible to do so ...."

"Again .. I believe 100% you are," this time Mr. Raka spoke while leaning towards him.

"The present time .. hire (recruiting) easy people."

"Honesty is obviously the main point."

"Beyond that .. everything can still be learned. Even qualified skills can be created because they are used to."

"So .. I wait in the office. Tomorrow?"

"I'm really overwhelmed. Many daily tasks are neglected."

"And I .. haven't found the right person besides you."

"Can you help me with this one?"

But without reducing respect, he still asked for more time for Mr. Raka to think back. Because, Mr. Raka's request to work immediately, sounds quite strange and strange.

"I know Om has a crush on Mama" Icad's mutterings left him stunned.

"Dragon!" he tried to warn his eldest son, to be more polite in speaking.

"Makanya maksa mama to enter work," continued Icad regardless of his warning.

"What's the crush, Bang?" ask Sasa who is playing Barbie on the front floor of the television. Who apparently listened to their conversation.

"The crush liked it" but Umay answered. Fast and agile.

"If Sasa likes to eat strawberries ... means Sasa has a crush on strawberries, Bang?" Sasa asked back.

And this succeeded in making Umay dumb. But a second later returned to answer with the origin, "Yes."

"If Bang Umay likes all food ... mean you have a crush on all food dong?"

This time Umay said, "No, Sa. Ah, where do you know."

"Bocil said a leak," Icad also said.

He just sighed looking at the behavior of his three children. Then it turns towards Mamak, who is finishing a knit sweater for Aran.

"According to Mamak ... how?" tanyanya wants to know.

"How good is it according to your heart," Mamak replied as he threw a smile at her. However both hands of Mamak remained active playing the hakpen.

"I'm confused," he murmured with raging feelings.

He felt really uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Moreover, the last time a guest came to the house was Mr. Camat. Camat in the area where he lived, who had not long died by his wife.

"Almarhumah often stories ... about the chicken catch and other dishes of Mak Agam," explained Mr. Camat who came with one of his staff.

Mr. Camat's wife is indeed one of the people who often order chicken caught on them.

"Almarhumah would have no objection .. if I asked Pocut .. to be my wife."

He who never thought, if the visit of Mr. Camat to the house just to say something like this. Can only be silent and confused.

"Accept, Cut," exclaimed Cing Ella excitedly. "Sir Camatnya is also young. Steady again."

"When you have the chance to be the wife of the official, Cut," Cing Ella continued with a serious face.

"Where the civil servant. Get the pension. The future is definitely guaranteed."

"Icad, Umay, Sasa .. can be high school. No need to bother thinking about the prices that are on the rise."

"Come .. accept. Than you always get confused looking for a place to hide."

"From all men who want to be equal you ... Mr. Camat is the most qualified."

He looked at Cing Ella while shaking his head.

"Quality," now Cing Ella brandished two thumbs with a sumringah face.

"Accept. Yea? Yea? Yea?" Cing Ella was getting excited.

"If all means have been done ..." Mamak's voice breaks his daydream. "Now think with a clear head."

"Later the resolve will appear by itself," continued Mamak while returning a calming smile.

He took a long breath. Watching the Icad who was engrossed in drawing on a piece of scrap paper. Then switch to Umay, who is changing television channels. Lastly, Sasa, who was engrossed in talking to his Barbie doll.

"If you work outside ... What do you think of Brother?" he asked Icad. He is more mature than his two sisters.

"What's that work, Ma?" but it was Sasa who said.

"Work is looking for money" sambar Umay.

"Will Mama get a lot of money?" both of Sasa's eyeballs instantly blinked happily.

"Yes" Umay nodded his head. "Then get the money at the ATM machine. Same as Well bit. Cool right?"

Sasa laughed as he nodded, "Means Mama can take us for a walk to the Mall huh, Ma? I have an ATM. Kayak Well bit ...."

"Sok knows," Icad grumbled towards Umay.

"By, Ma ...." Sasa nodded steadily. "Mama can work. Sasa will be at home with Grandma. Yes, Grandma?"

Mamak chuckled at Sasa's chattering.

"Not because you want to be invited to walk to the Mall, right?" guess Umay mixed up.

But Sasa did not answer. Because it's back in the Barbie world.

On the eve of going to bed, while she was rubbing anti-mosquito lotion all over the skin surface of Sasa's hands and feet, Icad knocked on her bedroom door.

"Why, Bang?"

Icad silently did not answer. But sit yourself on the bed. Right next to him.

"Mama remembers ...." Icad looked at him doubtfully. "If you don't want a new father?"

He smiles. Then nod.

"Mama will not marry again" he said, smiling. "Don't worry."

"Mama just cin ...."

"Now Brother changed his mind," interrupted Icad quickly.

He nodded in not understanding.

"Mom can marry again."

He was getting confused.

"But the same people you like."

Now he starts to laugh. Then asked with a cautious heart, "Whose brother likes it?"

"Ustadz Arif," Icad replied straightforwardly.

He immediately looked up as soon as he heard the answer thrown by Icad.

"Abang likes people like Ustadz Arif," now Icad looked at him closely.

"Abang wants to have a father .. who is like Ustadz Arif," continued Icad no less steady.

"It's cool like yes, Ma .. if you have a father like Ustadz Arif," Icad murmured with open eyes.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim ..." he immediately exhaled a long breath. "Did you?"

"That's if Mama wants to," Icad shrugged. "If not yes .. nothing."

"Ustadz Arif has a wife!" this time he couldn't help but glare at his eldest son.

"Ustadz Arif already has Ustadzah Mutia, Abang," he growled. "In the meantime, Ustadzah Mutia will give birth to their seventh child."

Icad shrugged his shoulders again, "Yes. You know."

"Don't talk this way because it can't happen," continued Icad lightly. "Makanya dare say ... if Mama can marry again .. but the same Ustadz Arif."

He took a long breath again. Keep an anti-mosquito lotion sachet on the table. Then enveloped Sasa's sleeping body.

"Do not worry ..." he rubbed Icad's shoulders are almost perfectly formed. The more days look wider and wider. Natural signs if soon Icad will experience puberty.

"Mom never thought about marrying again."

Icad nodded weakly.

"Mama is just confused again .. better Mama accept the offer of work outside or not."

"If according to Abang ... how?"

Icad looked at him expressionlessly.

"As for Mama" Icad finally answered while shrugging his shoulders.

"Abang knows kok .. if Om Raka is good," continued Icad again. "But what makes you not like .. because Om Raka has a crush on Mama."

He laughed, "What's the crush?"

"Yes ...." Icad frowning. "Fairytale with Mama. From the way Om Raka talks to Mama .. it looks so."

He laughed again, "Abang ... Om Raka it's the man. It's impossible not to have a crush on an ordinary Mama."

"Partially if Om Raka was looking for a wife .. must have chosen who is still single, has not had children, beautiful, both people are .... Not the same Mama who already had a lot of tails," he shook his head, feeling inexhaustible with Icad's suspicions.

"Well bit?" Icad. "Ma bit (aunt) Anja is also a rich man. But can like the same Well bit."

"Well, ordinary people like us" Icad looked at him cluelessly.

But he shook his head, "If Well bits are the same Ma bits ... different again."

"Because there's Dekgam?" guess Icad.

"Abang ..." he frowned disapprovingly.

"Yes," Icad pouted. "If your mom wants to work. I agree to agree."

"But Brother does not agree .. if Om Raka mama mama ngedeketin."

"Don't like it. Point."

Two days later, he found the answer. That is when a woman, suddenly comes to the keude just to scold him.

"Not to give me any punches! Want to call Mr Camat from me?"

The fashionable and honorable looking beautiful woman, just kept on addressing her mercilessly. Until making some men visitors to the dude, trying to keep the woman away, so as not to be able to throw a punch at him.

Misunderstanding still occurs. The situation almost never benefits him. Staying quiet and confining yourself at home is definitely not the best way out.

Could it be that, by switching for a moment to a different place, it could slightly improve things.

"Natalogue ...." Mamak smiled nodding, as he asked permission to start working at Persada's Appetite. "Straighten intention ...."

"Mak's new experiment," he smiled. "Not necessarily accepted."

"The contract is also only three months. Until the old employee can return to work" he continued.

Mamak nodded back, "Cautiously carry yourself."

"Please pray always, Mother," he moved to embrace Mamak. "Hopefully after three months .. things have improved."

Mama rubbed her back slowly.

"I can go back to selling in the keude and live quietly ...."

"Amale ...." Mamak continued to rub his back gently.

He was finally official, accepted Pak Raka's offer to work at Persada's Appetite.

The head office of Persada Appetite itself is located in the Slipi area. Located one location with Mitoha Kitchen restaurant, which always looks crowded visitors.

And the task is, replacing employees in the administration who are on leave. With working hours from 07.30 WIB to go home at 17.00 WIB.

But for the first week, he was still on probation.

"Excite yes, Cut," Mr. Raka smiled at him. "Don't lose to today's children."

Because he had to compete for a position in the administration. With a young girl, who just graduated from college diploma.

"I'm sure, Iren will agree if I acc you ..." continued Mr. Raka with a smile spread.

"It's just a formality ...."

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Remarks :

The Longest Ride is a translation of Nicholas Sparks' original American novel. Adapted to the film of the same name. Directed by Scott Eastwood.

puberty is the process of physical changes as a child's body turns into an adult body, capable of sexual reproduction (Wikipedia).