Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 35. The Love I Never Knew's

The Love I Never Knew's

(Love I never knew)

taken from the lyrics of the song "Since I Found You" sung by Christian Bautista-Taken

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Jakarta

Tama

Pocut fell silent as he lowered his gaze, "I can't promise."

He smiled, "No need to promise. You just come to my mom's house."

"Instance ...." Added. "I mean .. whenever you can."

"Yes, what's your phone number? Once you have time, I immediately ask Mr. Cipto to pick you up at home."

Sada would definitely be twisted if he was here. Laughing at her tense face for fear of rejection.

Yeah, totally out of reason and reason. About someone who asks for a mobile number alone can make his head frown. Have a tension intensity level with dismantling complicated cases without adequate instructions.

Damned!

This is how fate becomes a person who has never experienced rejection, his mind entertains itself. Of course with a pinch of acute self-confidence. Once met with a different person like Pocut, the guts immediately shrunk. Like a cracker watered with water.

"I can go by myself" Pocut replied clearly dodging. "No need to bother asking Mr. Cipto to pick me up."

"I still need your phone number .... Even though you went alone to my mother's house."

Pocut frowned hearing his too obvious mode of coercion. If Sada says, less beautiful play.

Whatever (whatever). At the moment he is not looking to buy time, "I ask Cakr ...."

"The empty eight one three ...."

He mengu lum smile. Hurry to enter a row of numbers mentioned by Pocut into the contact list. The definition of effort will not betray results.

"What do you want to order?" Ask with satisfaction, while looking at the menu book. After successfully obtaining the sacred number. "The mainstay menu here is ...."

"I have not prayed Maghrib."

He glanced at the right wrist, "Newly passing a little."

But a subtle puff of Pocut's breath even sounded so clear in his ears.

"Okay," he nodded in understanding. "We order dessert only," he continued, calling the waiter. It gave Pocut no choice at all.

"Burnt cheesecake .. The caramel is separated." He began to call out the desired order. "Blood sugar ...."

From the corner of the eye, he can catch the wrinkles on the forehead Pocut that never disappear. A natural sign if Pocut actually felt very objected to his unilateral decision to order a dessert.

Instead of protesting his actions. Pocut chose to be quiet and lowered. Keep the disagreement alone. Other than others. Very different from all the types of women he has met.

"Since I found you, my world sees so brand new

(Since I found you, my world has looked new)

You've shown me the love I never knew

(You've shown me a love I never knew)

Your presence has sparked my whole life through"

(Your presence cheers up my whole life)

(Christian Bautista, Since I Found You)

He just mengu lum smile to hear the songs that adorn the entire room. Look at the Pocut who always seems nervous. And now I'm struggling to swallow the burnt cheesecake.

"Musholla on the third floor," he muttered as soon as they exited Sweetest House.

Pocut just nodded. Walk very slowly. Always try to keep your distance from him.

"Please ...." He smiled, allowing Pocut to walk ahead of him in front.

But Pocut frowned, "I don't know where the Musholla is."

"Later in front," he replied still allowing Pocut to walk first.

As soon as Pocut got into the ladies' toilet, he immediately rolled up his pants. Prepare to take the water.

This was a first for him. Immediately perform worship even though it is far outside the house. Things he never did.

It is not typical obedience. Daily obligatory worship is done when possible. If it does not have time, it is almost certain to be missed.

Fortunately, there was someone standing at the priest's place. Avoiding him from being a priest for Pocut. Things that he had been avoiding. Because I don't want Pocut to know his weaknesses.

"We buy souvenirs for Sasa," he said when pressing the LG button (lower ground) as the choice of the destination floor.

But Pocut shook his head, "Thank you. I have to go home soon."

"This moment is just ...." He exhaled a long breath as Pocut firmly gave a look of disapproval.

"Without-by?" He muttered to himself. Forced to agree Pocut's desire to go home soon.

And along the way, just like before, Pocut always threw a glance towards the left side. Not paying attention to him at all.

"Maybe later .. you can help mom to forget the sadness of losing ...." He tried to break the silence by opening the conversation.

"Maybe you can tell me your experience of forgetting ...."

"Actually .. I'm not the right person to help Ms. Niar," Pocut said.

"You two are both ...."

"I can't either" Pocut again cut off his words.

He turned towards Pocut with a frown.

Pocut looked at her nervously, "I myself can't forget ...."

He smiled, "I understand. It must be heavy for you."

"Not just heavy, but painful ...."

He turned back to Pocut. Until their views meet.

He smiled, nodding, "You know .. If there are two cowards together, then they can be brave. So ... if there are two people heartbroken by death ...."

He took a deep breath before returning to say, "Then ..they can become strong at the same time."

A long, heavy breath sounded from his left side.

"If you're worried about me ...." This time he smiled faintly.

"I won't be home as long as you're with my mom."

"Because there are a lot of unresolved cases. There are many people I have to hunt. My time is completely up to take care of the affairs of others I don't even know ...."

Pocut looked at him with a folded forehead. But a second later sighed in disbelief, "It has indeed become a task ...."

"My assignment?" He was getting a smile. Pocut always looks difficult when you want to say his name.

But Pocut turned his eyes to the left side. Not commenting at all.

Making him nod in agreement, "Indeed my duty."

"May you get used to ..." he added earnestly. "If I don't have much time."

Pocut turned to her with an accusatory look, "Not having much time but walking and eating at the Mall at rush hour."

He laughed immediately, "Oh .. if this one is different. For the sake of the duty of the state to make parents happy."

But Pocut did not respond to his convoluted style. Returning a glance towards the side with no expression.

A new pocut made a sound when he intended to pull the steering wheel into the yard of H. Murods.

"I'm down in front of the alley."

"There's no parking," the bell disagrees. The type of large-sized vehicle will obviously interfere with the flow of traffic if parked on the side of the road.

"No need to park" Pocut shook his head. "Can go home immediately."

He almost laughed, "I'll drive him home."

"thank you. But there's no need. I can walk on my own" replied Pocut insisting. "Will not get lost."

He smiled as he shook his head to find Pocut's determination.

"alright. How do you want ...." He muttered, returning the steering wheel past the yard owned by H. Murods. Scorching the opportunity to meet a cheerful little girl, who always makes herself feel recognized and needed.

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Pocktail

Mr. Raka repeatedly apologized. About how Pak Raka's mother treated him when meeting at Anjani's house.

"Please forgive my mother. He didn't mean that. Please be aware that parents sometimes like to talk so ...."

He smiled understandingly. Mr. Raka's mother is completely innocent. He only wanted happiness for his son and grandson. Just like other mothers all over the world.

Happiness measured by life experience. That the relationship will be successful if the culprits are in the same strata. Alias equals. There is no difference like heaven and earth that can be the source of problems or conflicts.

Just as he felt. When he saw a beautiful woman slipping into Tama's arms. The former's quintessence is a real picture of perfection. Beautiful, learned, polite. The complete package of dreams of almost all men on earth.

Because life is not about him. But Icad, Umay, Sasa, Mamak. About how the five of them could remain soaring. Happy amid the hustle and bustle of life.

"I'm hard to take you off, Cut," complained Mr. Raka on his last day of work. "Your work is getting better. I've clicked on you."

"Today I had a conversation with Tama ...."

That person again, he complained uncomfortable.

"About your place in QC."

But the decision is unanimous. It will return to its original place. World's hers. The world has been sharing it all along. The world is peaceful as a daughter-in-law, mother and cook. It feels more soothing as well as calming.

"If one day you change your mind and need a job ...." Raka looked at him solemnly. "Don't hesitate to call me."

"This place is always open for you ...."

He nodded and thanked me.

"Oya .. sometime we play date dong. Shaina is the same Sasa to play together," Mr. Raka smiled at him.

"We schedule now. When can you? This weekend?"

This weekend is a long holiday. And yesterday Anjani called just to ask her to come.

"Sir, tomorrow I go to Bandung. Brother playing home ...."

Since meeting with Tama almost a week ago, he has never even visited Bu Niar.

In addition to still working, he was also confused about what reason if suddenly had to come visit.

And now there is a strong reason, namely Anjani who asked him to come. Because he feels hesitant if he has to make Tama's request as the main reason.

At nine o'clock in the morning he was ready to leave the house.

"Said Mama stopped. Now the red date still works?" Search Icad.

"Mom's got a little business, Bang. Not work," he answered while preparing materials to make yellow pulses to be carried.

He chose to cook the yellow pulp. Because Bu Niar once asked for the recipe during Anjani and Agam's remarriage.

"The aroma and taste are different from the yellow pulp I have ever eaten" muttered Bu Niar. "It's fragrant and delicious. What recipe?"

Icad didn't ask anymore. But the pouting face of his eldest son did not escape the scrutiny of his eyes.

"Well, can you come, Ma?" Sasa wrestled with his arm that was putting the ingredients into the tote bag.

He nodded, "Nobody is coming. All in the house."

Sasa immediately put on a sulking face. Umay just scratched his head in front of him. Pay attention to the busyness of putting things into the tote bag.

"It's a mother's event" he explained as he circulated his gaze toward Sasa, Umay, as well as Icad who acted indifferently.

"Nothing is interesting" he continued. "Let's come along .. there must be bored waiting for Mama."

"Let's go home before the show's over" he pretended to complain. "How much do you want to tell Mama?"

Sasa's lips pursed as he continued to wrestle his arm. Umay is starting to look unconcerned. Just like Icad who was engrossed in drawing on a piece of paper.

"Will you go with Grandma?" persuade the newly emerging Mamak from the kitchen.

"Today there is a cooking show at Mr. Ustadz's house," continued the grandmother as she rubbed Sasa's head.

"Oiya, slaughter the goats!" Shouted Umay enthusiastically. "I'm coming, Grandma!"

Grandma nodded, "Pak Ustadz wants aqiqah a newborn baby sister."

"Aira's grandfather?" Guess Sasa began to feel interested in the invitation of mamak.

"Aira, Tsabita, Hana ...." He added by naming the daughter Ustadz Arif.

"The brother of Abdur Sama Zubair as well" said Umay who had sat glaring at the television screen.

Sasa nodded steadily, "You're going with Grandma."

He left when Sasa was cheerful again. Umay is watching television. While Icad seriously drew.

Around ten o'clock he arrived at the gate of Anjani's house. And immediately greeted by the security guard in front.

"Anyone, Mom?" Say hello to Mr. Wardi while opening the gate for him. "Nobody's dropping off?"

"Yes, sir," he smiled. "Come ...."

All the way from home to reach the front yard of Anjani's house, the mind in his head kept spinning. Busy planning the topic of a chat that is about fun with Bu Niar.

Apparently not a topic of conversation to worry about. But the presence of other guests who had come first before him.

"Wah .. rame nih, exclaimed added personnel," said Bu Rita, the mother of the Duke, a friend of Anjani whose house is right opposite. As soon as he saw it coming. "Our baking methods are getting more fun."

"Yes, Aunt ...." A beautiful woman named Samara.

"Special friend Mas Tama ...." Samara brightly flashed with a smile, as the two of them were introduced by Bu Niar.

And Samara is not at all awkward. Samara even looks so lithe and familiar when it is between Bu Niar and Bu Rita.

"I can't wait for you ...." Connect Samara with a smile. "Baking ... baking ...."

"Yuk ... we directly execute ...." Miss Rita walked into the kitchen. Followed by Samara who took the arm of Bu Niar. While he was left behind looking at the contents of the tote bag in confusion.

"Dear Mary .. What kind of cake does she like?" Ask Bu Rita who is preparing the equipment.

"Oh, I'm still a newbie, Auntie," Mara replied with a crisp laugh. "Most cookies are simple."

"If Pocut .. wah, would be good at making the cake?" Bu Rita glanced at him.

"I am su ...."

But his words were cut in the air because Samara was dead.

"Eh, Aunt Niar ... if Mas Tama's favorite cake what, Tan?"

Without thinking Miss Niar immediately replied, "Tama likes Nastar the most."

"Well .. If so, how do we make nastar, Tan?" exclaim Samara enthusiastically towards Bu Rita.

"Come," Miss Rita nodded. "We make the favorite cake of our favorite prospective generals all ...."

Samara laughed as she closed her mouth to hear the name Bu Rita for Tama.

"Nastar equals pandan cake with caramel custard pudding ...." Imbuh Bu Rita who deftly prepares containers and ingredients.

While swallowing saliva he keeps a tote bag under the kitchen set. But Miss Niar caught her.

"Pocut brought what?"

He smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, Mom ...."

"Don't keep it on the floor," Ms. Niar shook her head in disapproval. "Later dirty. Just keep it above."

He nodded. Immediately move the tote bag to the place designated by Bu Niar.

"Pocut is the master chef, Ceu," said Bu Niar, smiling at him. "All the dishes Pocut cooked taste good."

"Well?" Rita smiled at him. "Mau dong .. sometime we short course (short course) Aceh same Pocut cuisine."

"Tan, you know why if I make cookies, do you sometimes like hollow?" Sambar Samara before he could answer the slorohan Bu Rita.

"In mixed a can of red same brand market," replied Bu Rita. "But there must be a lot of practice concocting so as not to melt quickly."

"When cookies are destroyed, what about Tan?" Samara asked again.

While he began to busy himself helping Bu Rita prepare the dough.

"It's mostly just that" replied Ms. Rita. "Add the egg whites not to be destroyed."

Samara nodded.

"When do you use that instant, Ceu?" Ask Miss Rita.

Ms. Niar shook her head, "No going to be the same Tama. Let Jaja tell you to buy malignant (pineapple) first."

He was ready to shake the dough, but Samara grabbed the mixer from his hand.

"Here .. Let me do it" Samara said without looking at her.

I don't know, he was confused as to why he could be in this place. It seems he chose the wrong time. Or ... he felt forgotten by Tama and Anjani's request to accompany Bu Niar? Never had a thought, if Tama also asked the same thing to other women.

Women of Tama's equal acquaintance. Have the same social status. Exactly as echoed by Pak Raka's mother the other day.

He could only shake his head laughing at his own stupidity. How could his fortress collapse just because a man asked to come to the house, under the pretext of comforting the mother to no longer grieve?

Totally ridiculous. Like not himself. Though all this time the fortress was so sturdy even though many people came and went. But he can still flinch.

Now, he is grating pineapples to make jam. While occasionally paying attention to the familiarity between Samara and Bu Niar as well as Bu Rita. Then exhaled a deep breath hearing Samara who was laughing cheerfully.

Perhaps, his assessment of Tama had been mistaken all along. Even a big wrong.

Too bad.

Thankfully, he hasn't gone too far.

I can still turn around and walk away.

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