Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 57. I'm an Ordinary Woman

I'm an Ordinary Woman

- taken from the title of the song sung by Krisdayanti-

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Jakarta

Pocktail

"Liar, Tea" Cucun said repeatedly. When he caught her tidying the dining table on the back porch. "There's a caterer."

Four uniformed catering officers were busy taking care of the front and center tables. The gathering center of guests, a number of relatives and friends. Inversely proportional to the state of the table on the back that is messy like a broken ship.

"Later there will also be a CS call officer," Cucun added trying to convince him. "Sit's sitting with the other guests."

He smiles. "I'm here."

When he just arrived, he had time to sit with Niar and Mamak. Talk at length about everyday life and other common things.

"Thank you for visiting" said Niar, smiling. "I should have come to Bu Cut's house. But this year .. the chance to gather a large family. Don't stand by at home."

Soon other guests joined. Ms. Niar also began to introduce her to every relative who did not know or no longer remember her.

"This is Pocut, Anja's sister-in-law," Niar said in front of a number of elegant-looking guests. "The time of thanksgiving of the deceased mas Setyo returned home to care is also here. You remember, right?"

"The cook's best son-in-law." Miss Niar smiled. "Whatever the cooking is good. It's ja ...."

"Daughter-in-law, Ceu," ralat someone with ash. "If you call him son-in-law, it means his wife Tama or Sada."

"Oh ...." Miss Niar was surprised. Then look at him while smiling. "Just the same. Same as son-in-law."

He immediately lowered. Dare not to return Miss Niar's gaze.

Over time the chat began to group according to the comfort of each. Mamak and Bu Niar are seen sitting with two women of the same age. One of them was in a wheelchair. One more former master teacher, so the information given during the introduction earlier.

While he was in the middle between beautiful and elegant women and teenage girls the age of Anjani.

At first he talked and enjoyed it. Meet new people, new brothers. Discuss common things ranging from favorite dishes and how to cook it. Until telling the typical cuteness of children.

But then I started to know myself. When everyone talks about things that are very far from his life so far.

"The anti-aging formula, dong. Understandably three heads must tighten care. Mending salmon DNA what is multipeptide?"

"Local brand is good. The same was reviewed ...." While mentioning someone's name. Sounds foreign to him. Not the name of a famous artist who often wiri hero on the television screen. "Gue's been wearing it for almost a month. Hydration is very good. Not a salmon."

"Cus let be dear to the husband," continued the person with a laugh. "Young bet plus wallet safe."

"Actually skincare is not really bad," said another. "If you want to date ageless mending botox what filler all of you. The result is clear."

"Botox shift equals filler danger, Jeng. Can not be kaluan. Mending dergjain (plastic surgery) all at once."

"Where do you embroider eyebrows?" Someone suddenly looked at him. "Totally natural."

In an instant he became the center of attention, because answering never do embroidery eyebrows or eyelash. They do not even believe, when he claimed to only use facial treatments in the form of cleansers, moisturizers and powder. Without toners, serums, or other skincare that he just heard this time.

"Then your skin looks cape and dull. Never a facial for sure" guess someone.

"Try starting to be treated, Mba Pocut," another suggested. "Wear lightweight skincare first. Honey, already have good capital but not treated. Assets, you know."

And he decided to step back when the chat turned to talking about family investments, mutual funds, stocks, education insurance, international schools, and the like. In addition to not being so understanding, it is also like a shadow for him. A world of untouchable upper classes.

Cucun's laughter blew his daydream. "Bingung ya, Teh .. want to talk about what socialite mothers do."

He laughed too. "Yes. I know it's just the kitchen."

Cucun looked at him amusedly. "Sumur ... mattress ...."

He nodded while still laughing. "Sstttt."

"Yes, Tea .. if it's comfortable here mah, mango." Cucun said seriously. "Just don't be beberes. Let alone. Later in the afternoon CS's call came."

"It's okay." But he didn't agree. "Let me have a job. Than dumbstruck." While continuing to pile up dirty dishes and bowls.

"I don't think you're going to be dumb anymore, Tea." Cucun smiled meaningfully. He pointed to the middle room. Where a man wearing a shirt with matching motifs was greeting each other while laughing with Sasa and Umay.

"Tos dongkap (already come)," continued Cucun made him frown. "Eh .. I mean .. mas Tama has come."

In haste, he hurriedly finished piling up the remaining dirty dishes. I immediately took her to the back kitchen.

"Eits, Tea!" Haven't gotten up yet, Cucun has stopped him. "Let's be with me." While forcing take over the dirty dishes from his hands.

He was about to follow Cucun's steps into the kitchen. But Sasa's little laugh was heard first.

That instant also all went slow. Guests who are chatting and laughing, catering officers who go back and forth, joking fun children. Including Sasa who pulled Tama's hand and walked over to her.

"Come, Om. That's mama ... it's there, tuh!" While pointing at him. "Come, Om!"

His whole body suddenly stiffened. His hands even had to hold tightly to the end of the table so as not to slacken. Looking at Sasa who walked over while soaring with excitement. And looked at Tama who was smiling towards him.

"I'm sorry, sir, not to be disrespectful." Said it yesterday afternoon. The affair with Tama has not been resolved, but new problems have arisen.

"I can't. Because it's waiting ...." By suppressing all unpleasant feelings. He certainly has to be frank with Raka sir.

Moreover, the two people, both of them, are tied to kinship. Tama and Raka.

Why is getting here getting more confusing?

"Oh ...." Mr. Raka laughed at his words. "Just said you're interested in getting close? Not applying yet, right? Just like her position."

"The guy ...." He wanted to tell me a name.

"As long as it has not been resolved, all possibilities can still occur. Only five minutes of Ijab kabul can fail." Mr. Raka cut his words with a knotty smile. "Otherwise just talking. Nothing in my opinion."

"But that guy ...." He really wanted to tell.

"It doesn't matter who it is." Mr. Raka shook his head. "It's important the opportunity is still wide open."

He was getting to the end of the table. When Tama and Sasa in an instant were already standing before.

"Ma, there's om." Sasa approached her with the widest smile.

He rubbed Sasa's head while smiling. Then turned to look at Tama who was looking at him deeply.

"I'm sorry inner birth." Tama smiled.

He smiled back and nodded. Not yet had time to answer because Sasa was still grabbing his hand to sit on the chair that had just been pulled. Intentionally prepared for him.

"Mama sit here, Ma."

Then with half-running Sasa surrounded the table. Pulling another chair to sit on Tama. "If Om in si ...."

But the woman who asked where she did the eyebrow embroidery first patted Tama on the shoulder. "Well, duren has come."

"Hey, troops. Our duren, here!" Another sloth.

In a short time a number of women who were busy chatting came over. They greeted, laughed, patted, chattered, then pulled Tama away from the back room.

Tama looked at him while hinting, "At a moment." Before finally disappearing amidst the crowd of guests.

He was still stunned when one tiny hand patted his arm.

"Sir .. puk, Mama. Don't sad. Sasa will bring you here again. Have patience, Ma."

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Tama

"Definition of duren montong, nih." His famous cousin is the most beautiful. "Laki handsome, dashing aged, well established."

"Tam, do I know you well? Quality assurance."

"Tam, the girl we met first .. inget, right? Jadain. I support."

"Hunting for new gangs."

"Yes." Yeah." He's sloppy.

"Well, there's a candidate, like. Who come ngaku?"

"Gue know you?"

"Inal. Front R behind A," he said while putting up a serious mimic.

"Who the hell, Taaaam? Scratch me."

"Thank you. That's aja nyerah. Dirty." He pretended to grumble.

"Who, Tam? The artist? A selebgram?"

"Front R rear A .... R a h a s i a ...." He laughed with satisfaction. Because it managed to prank the cousin kepo.

"Eh, wait .. since when does coolkas melt? Tama's a liquid thing?"

Since the so-called refrigerator feels happy. Especially when he saw Pocut wearing a brooch and his gifting clothes. Can this be interpreted as 'yes'?

"Please don't talk here, it doesn't feel good that there are many relatives" Pocut declined as he came over.

For him it's no problem. After the matching clothes worn provoked the curiosity of a number of relatives. The two of them together will certainly be the right moment for him, to introduce someone and proclaim important things in front of a large family.

But apparently, Pocut does not really like to be the center of attention.

"We're talking inside ... library?" The bargain gives a choice of places that can not be accessed by many eyes.

Because if clothes and brooches are the embodiment of an acceptance. There will be a lot of things they have to talk about. "With my mom? I want everything to be clear."

As expected, Pocut agreed to his invitation.

"Can I smile now?"

Pocut looked at him not understanding.

"What does this mean .. 'yes'?"

Pocut. "S-I'm sorry .. for being too stalling ... I ...."

He smiles. "That means, you really think about everything. Me, us, children ...."

"May I know one reason?" Pocut. "Why me?"

"Everybody knows, I'm just an ordinary woman ...."

He looked at Pocut who had returned down. "I found what I've been looking for."

Cliche sentences full of the first romance that successfully spoken. I can't believe he said something similar in the past. But this is reality. To him, Pocut was like the most wanted thing that suddenly appeared before his eyes. Can't waste.

"My family background. It could be hard for you later on."

"I already know."

"Including ... bang Umair?" Pocut looked at him doubtfully.

"All history remains." He had learned the information about Abdurrahman Umair. "No need to worry."

Pocut looked down deeply. "I ... my husband ... m-I mean ...."

"My ex-wife will be among us for life." If Pocut won't forget his late husband like you said. Behind him was Kinan. "I hope you can understand."

"My late husband ...."

He saw, Pocut wanted to uncover something quite heavy. But not spoken. Make him say something else. "I have failed. Don't dare promise anything grandiose."

"But I'm really learning. Try to finish with yourself before walking closer."

Pocut took a long breath. "I only know about the kitchen and cooking. I certainly ... can not keep up with the science and knowledge that Mas have."

"I'm looking for a soothing wife .. not a scientific discussion partner," he replied with a smile.

"I'm less good at talking to others .. while Mas ...."

"Our conversation has been pretty fun all along." He smiles. "May you think the same."

Pocut.

He stared back. "Yes?"

Pocut.

"Before my mom came." He asked Cakra to take him to the library when he finished talking with relatives. "And I ask for a blessing prayer for both of us ...."

"I ...." Pocut looked back at him doubtfully. "Yesterday .. some come to the house and ...."

He waits.

"I have been frank .. if I am .. if we .. I mean ...."

"So did anyone come to propose to you?" Guess it.

Pocut. "Yet. Just ...."

"No problem," he said quickly.

"But ... that person ...."

"Not a problem for me" he repeated convincingly. "Today people are competing. It's my job to make sure I'm the first one to succeed."

"The person ... I ...."

It caught the anxiety that was emanating. "Focus on us, Pocut. The third day I will go to Surabaya to meet Reka. I'll be frank about our plan."

"Back from Surabaya ..we can make an appointment to talk about everything. I will also talk to the kids. Especially Icad."

The long-awaited answer, Pocut nodded despite then lowered his head.

He smiles. Intended to grab Pocut's hand, but the owner fled.

"I'm sorry" he said, raising his hands up. Signaling will not try to touch again. "Bring up a mood."

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Pocktail

There are so many disturbing questions. Including some doubts and fears. Especially about, will their differences not cause problems later on?

But time goes on never waiting. You need to make a decision immediately and give an answer. Before things get complicated. And the way out is hard to find.

I really hope this is the best way.

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