Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 39. Right Here Waiting

Right Here Waiting

(Here Waiting)

the title of the song sung by Richard Marx

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Jakarta

Devano

He was surprised to find Mr. Tama still sitting behind the table facing a stack of reports. Time showed at four in the afternoon. The most awaited moment by Mr. Tama since this morning.

"Sir?"

"Hm ...."

"It's still here?"

But Mr. Tama did not pay attention to him at all. Stay in front of a stack of reports.

"Sir?" He's getting restless. Feeling anxious if Mr. Tama misses something. Confused by the choice of words to say. Being worried is considered rude and disrespectful.

Now Mr. Tama looked at him sharply, "What?"

"Don't you go to the meeting room?" Ask doubtfully.

Mr. Tama did not answer. Go back and check some reports.

"Alfian has come, sir," he said, increasingly hesitating. For the sake of seeing the indifference of Mr. Tama.

"It's none of my business!" Answer Mr. Tama briefly.

"Alfian's coming with Mrs Pocut, sir. Take a takjil order that ...."

His sentence instantly came to a halt because Mr. Tama gave him a sharp look.

"I'd like to see Ms. Pocut for a signature perj ...."

"Why didn't you say that?" The grouse of Mr. Tama who immediately got up from sitting down. Leaving behind a pile of reports, some of which were wide open stowed irregularly on the table.

He was just grimacing confused, "I've tried to remember ...."

The sentence evaporated in the air, because Mr. Tama hunted to walk past him and then left the room.

"Reminds me that it's Bu Pocut's schedule to come here now ...." He speaks alone. Then hurriedly chase after Mr. Tama's steps.

But he again felt astonished when he saw the behavior of Mr. Tama. Instead of directly entering the meeting room, but instead standing at the door while watching the situation inside. Where Bu Pocut with the help of Alfian was arranging food on the table.

"Why don't you come in, sir?" He really did not understand what his leader was doing.

But Mr. Tama actually told him to be quiet by putting his index finger in front of his mouth.

He also obeyed. Stay behind Mr. Tama. Follow watching every growl of Bu Pocut with a heart of wonder. Why just stand in front of the door like this? Even though he has served me to carry out the duties of the state. But Mr. Tama instead wasted his performance by just peeking behind the door.

A few minutes later, he was still standing in the back. When Mr. Tama turned to him with a frown, "Why is it still here?"

He immediately wavered, "Waiting for the Father ...."

"Wait for me?" Mr. Tama's forehead shriveled even more. "Immediately ask for a signature before entering the opening time. You want the responsibility that Miss Pocut arrived home late and had to open on the street?"

It's getting flurrying, "B-good, sir. I thought you would ...."

Through an eye gesture, Mr. Tama told him to come in immediately.

He also fell silent. Hurriedly stepping into the meeting room. Leaving Mr. Tama with his strange behavior.

Not much different from Mr. Tama. Bu Pocut's attitude also looks strange. Seemed nervous and agitated while in the meeting room. Makes her wonder even more with this seemingly interconnected behavior. But not to say because I feel hesitant to ask.

"I only came here once, right, sir?" Ask Bu Pocut with a nervous look.

"Rubber, ma'am." she answered proactively. "For the next time I don't have to come here. The important thing is that the food arrives."

Pocut ma'am looks relieved breathing.

But the answer given turned out to be a blunder for the last time.

"Tadi ... Chat anything with Miss Pocut?" Investigating Mr. Tama, when he was making sure, dishes for breaking had been available in the leadership workspace.

"Only about the payment term, sir," he replied honestly.

"Nothing else? Not my nyari?"

He frowned confused. Trying to understand the direction of the question posed by Mr. Tama.

"No, sir," he answered again. Because indeed Bu Pocut did not ask anything else except the matter of the timetable for breaking the fast.

"That's all?"

He recalled for a moment, "Mom Pocut asked, just come here once?"

"What do you answer?"

"Yes, Sir. Miss Pocut doesn't have to come here lag ...."

Mr. Tama immediately clicked in annoyance, "You're this ...."

"Maghrib how many more minutes?" Sergea Pak Tama cut out his own sentence.

He looked at the watch on his wrist in confusion, "About six to seven minutes away."

"Get out first. Later after breaking fast meet me again."

He nodded in understanding. Get out of the room immediately.

He thought, Mr. Tama will discuss about the Ramadan safari visit they will do to the Tamansari Sector after breaking the fast. But it turns out about,

"Next week tell Bu Pocut to bring his own food here."

He just gawked, "Other caterers had enough food to come, sir. No need for the owner."

"How dare you fight me?"

He immediately shook his head. Between keder but also wanted to laugh to see Mr. Tama's unusual reaction. Too fiery just for the business of catering seremeh takjil.

"Have Bu Pocut come alone between his meals. Alfian's the one who picked me up."

"Good, sir."

"Other times the coordination used to be the same for me. Don't answer me."

He almost assented. But the curiosity that from the beginning tickled can no longer be dammed.

"Ijin asked Mr... Why not go to Pocut and talk about it directly?" Just wanted to make sure. Leaving aside would likely provoke anger.

Mr. Tama chuckled, "That's right!"

He hurriedly swallowed. Because misunderstandings with Mr. Tama are increasingly visible in the eye. His fate is on the edge of the horn.

"I have promised not to meet," continued Mr. Tama unexpectedly. Which turns out not angry. "I can't break my own promise."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Then cleared his throat twice, "Bringing the promise not to meet is not a mistake, sir. It's a nice surprise."

"Especially women are creatures full of contradictions. He said no, but yes. And vice versa" he said with full confidence.

"So .. Father's promise not to meet is not absolute. There is still a gap" he concluded with a sense of pride to give input to the leader.

Mr. Tama looked at him. He was also prepared to receive anger. But there was precisely Mr. Tama laughing.

"The child yesterday afternoon will teach me," sissed Mr. Tama while laughing discordantly.

But he was not at all offended to be called a child yesterday afternoon. It just makes his confidence increase. Because if the news he heard was valid, Mr. Tama divorced because the wife was double. He is the opposite of Mr. Tama. Never cheated but a hobby. Is it clear the difference? That means, his position is above the wind. And Mr. Tama's love life is much more terrible than her.

He returned to throttling. Ready to give another brilliant idea, "They certainly love our efforts and struggles. So ... if you break your promise by seeing Bu Pocut, it doesn't seem like a big deal."

Mr. Tama was devastated. But a moment later it fell silent, "This is more than any other. Complicated (complicated). You won't reach."

He grimaces. Mr. Tama really underestimated his ability in terms of romance.

"Can disperse me if you follow your idea," this time Mr. Tama clearly grumbled.

He had almost given the ultimate brilliant idea. But urung, because the hunt Pak Waka (Deputy head) entered the room.

"What time are we on the road, Mr Tama?"

A week later his guess was evidently proven. When Bu Pocut who felt astonished why he had to come back to the office, he found that he was looking for someone's whereabouts.

"Can you help me, ma'am?" Ask who is watching the meeting room. In accordance with the special task given by Mr. Tama.

Pocut initially smiled in embarrassment. But a moment later it was seen venturing to ask, "I have to come here because of a request from ...." Miss Pocut cleared her throat nervously. "Sir Tama?"

He tried to be professional like he was protecting confidential information from clients number one, "I mean Mom?"

Pocut immediately shook his head nervously, "Sorry. Forget my question."

But he is still kind enough to give other information for free, "Pak Tama is very busy, Mom. Last afternoon flew to Surabaya because her mother-in-law died."

"Innalilahi ...."

"I mean ...." Quickly error. "Former mother-in-law."

Bu Pocut nodded.

"So .. I can't see him today."

The face of Bu Pocut who was originally nervous to hear the news of death, is now suddenly cloudy. "I don't want to meet ...."

"Yes, Mom," she answered quickly. Worried if this news gets to Mr. Tama's ears will be the next blunder. "Mom didn't want to meet. But Mr. Tama wants to see Mom."

Practically counted from this second, the official blunder was embedded into his middle name.

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Surabaya

Tama

Although he broke the deal by forcing Pocut to accept a fairly strange offer about the provision of catering services. But he still fulfilled the promise by not meeting face to face.

He just stood watching from outside the meeting room. Just make sure if Pocut is in good condition.

"What's Pocut?" Kinan asked, after the first day of the death of his mother.

He shook his head, "Have you always been like this?"

"In a sad atmosphere still discussing other things" he lamented in disbelief.

Kinan smiled bitterly, "Sorry. My curiosity is so big."

"Don't now," she nodded again. "You're in mourning."

"I've been grieving a long time, Mom. Not just this time," Kinan replied with a faint smile. "Especially since Mas decided to ignore me."

He exhaled a long breath, "No, Kinan. Our business is done."

Kinan nodded, "The two of us are indeed done, Mas. I just want to tell you what I feel."

He was silent and did not answer. Can not be evaded if his attitude of uncertainty used to be one of a number of sources of thorny problems with Kinan.

"Mother does have a history of diabetes" Kinan murmured almost inaudibly. "I have to be ready at all times if mom goes ...."

"I'm sorry, but my question doesn't mean I don't grieve. But this is our only chance to meet."

He's still quiet. Choose to smoke a cigarette deeply and then exhale slowly. Pay attention to the traffic of people who are folding carpets in the living room, cleaning the place after the event tahlil.

"How are you?" It breaks the silence. "Still swimming? When is he going to Jakarta?"

"Don't switch the conversation, Mas," Kinan looked at her disapprovingly.

"I asked about Pocut because it must be," continued Kinan not broken charcoal. "Either she will be a mother, Reka continued."

This time he could not help laughing. Even to the point of choking on his own cigarette smoke to cough.

"Cintern ... Kinan .... Far away you think," he grumbled as he reached for a bottle of mineral water on the table. Then gulp it down quickly. Trying to get rid of the pain in the throat.

"But is it really my guess, Mas?"

He was still trying to use mineral water in the bottle. Not answering Kinan's question.

"Mas didn't ask. But I agree," Kinan again smiled faintly. "Pocut is so different from the woman I imagined Mas would choose to take my place."

"Oh, come on (come on) ...." He did not believe Kinan always brought up the relationship of those who had run aground.

"Maybe that's what makes me feel safe," Kinan looked at her fixedly. "I'm not going to get in the way of your relationship."

"Kinan, can we stop this nonsense?" He was really impatient with Kinan's behavior.

"I felt disobedient towards your late mother by talking about something like this the first night she died."

"That's enough," he has decided. "We'll talk about this next time."

"Or maybe we won't talk about it anymore" he said quickly. "The two of us have no obligation to tell each other's stories."

"Our relationship is only limited to Design," he added. "And our relationship is still very bad. It's been a big PR for me."

"If you want to help, please help me improve my relationship with Reka," he looked at Kinan who had a gloomy face. I was not sad because I was offended to hear his words. Or moody because it is still in the mood of grief.

"There is no need to interfere in my other affairs" he said, trying to assert the boundary between them.

Kinan exhaled a long breath before replying in a quivering voice, "I asked not without reason."

"I asked because ... Me and Mas Pram ... we .. will be getting married in the near future," Kinan uttered this startling sentence with his head bowed.

"Good (good)," he said without waiting. "Believe in happiness ...."

He meant it when he said the word happy. For his heart towards Kinan was far behind. There's nothing left. Even the jealousy. And Kinan's relationship with Mas Pram is already properly inaugurated, right? Waiting especially?

"Maybe it's time to step back a little because mom died" Kinan again exhaled.

He nodded in understanding, "It should be so. Wait for the mourning period to end."

Now Kinan looked at her, "That's why I asked about Pocut. Just making sure ... if Mas also already has someone else .. it will slightly reduce my guilt because ...."

He shook his head, "Don't be too hard on yourself. Just do what is in front of you. Don't mind me anymore."

"My priority now is Design" he said. "If for a new relationship ... still have to wait for time."

"It's not as easy as one might imagine" he exhaled a long breath. "There's still so much to do and I'm done. Before actually starting a new life with someone else."

"Just think of your own happiness .. alone with the Design. Threesome with someone else ...." He muttered without hesitation.

"I still have to wait .. until the time to take sides."

Kinan smiled faintly, "Hopefully soon ...."

He just laughed off. Imagining the face of the design that is always sour every time they meet. Given the sturdy fortress that Pocut mounted high against him. Thinking about the right way to talk about Pocut with Mama. Also Cakra. Ah, yes Cakra is like the next big trouble (big problem). Then there is Icad who always put on a face no less sour with Reka.

He breathed a long breath. While grinding the cigarette that has shortened into the ashtray. I had no choice but to wait. I wish there was a window open. For all the doors he had reserved were shut.

Right here waiting (here waiting).

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