Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 68. Never Leave You, Really Love You

Never Leave You, Really Love You

(Never leave you, love you so much)

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Jakarta

Tama

"Pocut mentions a certain number of conditions that must be met."

"It's very easy for Raka to count."

"But someone said .. it's a gesture of rejection."

"Bu Cut Rosyida also tells .. if there are people who first convey good intentions."

"Pocut never mentioned a name."

"When did you last communicate?"

"Don't repeat the same mistake, Tama. Mama's very hopeful ..you really learn from failure."

"Pocut is in a dilemma."

"If Raka undertakes ...." Mama looked at him with regret. "It's all over."

His eyes glare at the expanse of flowers owned by mama in the side yard. The early morning air that is quite biting does not interfere with his desire to roll in a blanket. Prefer to sit on the terrace while smoking cigarettes somehow for how much. Then blow it with a throbbing head.

"Lebaran time .. mba Harti hit by attack (stroke)." Mama stared. "Just like papa, blood vessel blockage."

"But there is no history of complications. Can recover faster."

"Mba Harti wants to see her only son get married."

"With any woman Raka's choice."

He was again blowing white smoke. Until the puff concentrated air around. He coughed because his throat was starting to feel dry.

"Pocut didn't name ...." Mom looked at him deeply. "The wise choice avoids complexity."

"But I hope you can understand the meaning."

"It shows hope."

"Pocut expects someone's presence."

"Not Raka."

It grinds cigarettes that have not shortened into the ashtray. Just to pull a new one up and then ignite it. Truly a futile act.

His head is getting pulsating. The problem is not yet resolved, the task and the work are under high pressure and intensity, then now ....

"Mama asked Ms. Ageng. Remember her?"

He thought for a moment before nodding. Mama who is also a cultural and professor of history. Have a special television show that explores the history and culture of the community from Sabang to Merauke. He even watched the live broadcast in the studio of the television station owned by Armand.

"The bettor can fall even though Raka accepts the conditions proposed."

"Now everything is in your hands ...."

"Pocut has tried (with no mention of Tama's name in front of Raka). Mama can only pray for the best. How do you decide ...."

With a dizzy head he grabbed the phone from the table. Then press the number 1 until a name appears,

Future wives.

The connecting tone instantly sounded as soon as he made the call.

Calling Future wife ....

It was switched off before the third ring was heard.

03.54 AM.

He saw a screen that still displays the name Future wife. More weeks have passed since their time together. During that time he never tried to contact Pocut just send news. The evidence is clear if the bad nature has not disappeared. Forgetting things while the mind is focused on tasks and work.

His fingers tried to hold the screen so that it would not dim. His eyes continued to look at the line of writing that soared up. But it can disappear in an instant if not immediately. Meanwhile, from a distance came the sound of mosque speakers who began to echo the holy verses of the Qur'an. A sign that dawn is almost here.

He put the cigarette back in the ashtray. Then yawn while stretching the body. Hoping to unravel the fatigue and giddiness that in the last two hours has risen sharply. Then move into the house. Crossing the dim central space.

With a slow motion began to open the door of the guest room. The dark atmosphere immediately greeted him. But the reflection of the lights from outside can still sneak in. Reveal the face of the sleeping design.

He looked at the face of his son. Looks peaceful and calm. There is no anger, disappointment, hurt, or visible void. It is a much different situation than when awake. Depression and poverty are clearly visible. Tackling his guilt which leads to difficulty communicating.

He walked closer so that he could see Reka more clearly. Like seeing a picture of him in the past. Young, full of turmoil, have strong desires, and fear nothing.

He tidied up the blanket as the body of the designer began to move. Then rush out and close the door.

"Da!" He decided to contact someone who was expected to help.

"Astaghfiullah!" The voice across there sounded annoyed and shocked. "Sorry wrong call!"

He heard Sada's spontaneous reaction. "Can you help me?"

"What is my fault and sin until I forget the deactivine hape."

"Who, Mas?" Another voice sounded, Dara.

"OTK (unknown person)."

He sizzled when he heard Sada's original answer. "Just home?"

"Yep," Sada's murmur. "Newly crawled into the bed."

"Sorry." He massages the temples whose pulsations are becoming. "Just asking (want him). Better (better) release assets or sell shares Persada Appetite?"

"WHAT?" The voice across there was now completely shocked. Sada must have woken up and glared at her question.

"Saving (deposit deposit) and withdraw (withdrawal - invenstasi-) I can not cover all," he murmured while exhaling a long breath. "Modest funds are needed in a short time. Which tackle (resolve) are you able to do?"

"No way to play" complained Sada.

"For a while. In the future I will handle again once it starts to stabilize."

"What are you talking about (what are you talking about, anyway)? Any issues?"

He sighed before replying, "It takes money to get married."

That moment also the laughter sounded non-stop. Damn it was that little sister. Not that fast motion provides a solution but instead laughs.

"When?" Sada's voice returned to normal.

"Quickly."

Once the bright spot was successfully obtained, he immediately took the water of the wudu. There is still a chance before dawn. It's time to ask for help with tawakkal. Give all to the Most Alive. I hope that his situation and business will improve.

"Letting in the morning?" Mom asked when she saw him dressed. Sipping coffee made by bi Enok while reading the morning newspaper.

He nodded.

"Breakfast first." Mom went into the kitchen. "Bread or fried rice?"

He shook. "Thank you, Ma. No breakfast usual."

Mama looked and nodded. "Breakfast is important. Your diet is not really like a bachelor."

"No luck later" he folded the newspaper. "Breakfast at the office." Then get up and kiss your mom's hand. "Go ahead."

Mama shook her head but still rubbed her back slowly. "Be careful on the road."

When he walked through the side yard, he saw that he was throwing a ball into the ring.

"Need partner?" Candanya as the ball falls and rolls close to his feet.

The design stood up without reaction.

He immediately picked up the ball and played it with a single finger.

The still dumbstruck designs stared at him without a blink.

Yes, of course, the talent of youth that used to be often exhibited turned out to be quite capable to attract the attention of miniatures himself.

"Can it be gini, right?" His challenge.

The designer picked up another ball lying freely in the yard. He pointed it into the air and caught it with his finger. And the ball starts spinning quickly even if it rests on only one finger.

Wow, good ones. Definition of like father like son.

He laughed. "How bout this (what about this one)?" He turned his back to the ring and began throwing without looking.

BRACKET!

The sound of the ball touching the ring. Then,

A DUG!

The ball goes right into the ring. Entry perfect, three points.

A smile appeared on Reka's face though not too obvious. Start turning around and throwing like he did.

BRACKET! A DUG!

Another wow, 1-1.

He spontaneously clapped. "Cool! Cool!"

The design did not respond. Go back to picking up the ball and starting to bully it. Then throw it into the ring.

"Nicely the same uti," he said as he stepped away. "Father go first."

The designs don't. Having been busy throwing the ball into the ring many times in just a short time. Until the sound of reflection is heard repeatedly.

"Nuhun (thank you), Mang," he said before opening the car door. Because it has been heated by mang Jaja machine.

"Mango (please), Den." Mang Jaja who was watering the plant smiled widely.

As soon as the seat belt was attached, he immediately made a call.

"Hello, Mum?" There was a weak and hoarse voice from across. Could Kinan cry over the departure of Reka all day?

"When can you come here?" Ask without further ado. "We need to talk three."

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Pocktail

He was surprised when he checked his phone to see the chicken order caught today.

1 missed call

03.53 WIB

Then switch to opening the inbox. But did not find a single message from Brother Anjani.

He sat down in the chair and took a deep breath. Could it be that Tama already knew the news about the betrothed of Raka sir? If so, why not say anything. Is Tama angry? Or just busy? Or just don't care?

He was too embarrassed to ask or call first. The best attitude you can do is wait. Although not until when. Because yesterday evening Raka sir came back home. This time it was alone.

"Do you have anyone else in your heart?"

"Willfully conditioned for waiting for the first person to come?"

"Will he come, Pocut?"

"When will you wait?"

"Is there no chance for me?"

"Is that person so special that you're willing to wait and pull me aside?"

"I'm racing against time."

"Meet one big wish from mama that has not yet come true."

"Will you help me, Pocut?"

"I can be selfish by meeting the requirements you submit. Now either. Folded up."

"It's not hard for me."

"But I'm a man. Wants to win the fight in a gentle way. Free I can get you but not your heart."

"Ah .. You're not going to make everything easy, are you?"

"I can understand. To obtain something precious it must indeed go through a steep winding road."

"Although curious .. but I don't want to ask who the person who made you treat me like this."

"We take the middle way, how?"

"I gave you a chance. If the time I set runs out and the man doesn't come. I'll keep moving forward."

"I'll come back with my mom and extended family to make things clear."

"One week is enough?"

"I'm not a generous person for this kind of business."

Aweek? And it's the first day. It was six days before everything was porridge.

"How many orders are there today?" Mama's emerged from behind the curtains of the room.

He immediately looked at the phone nervously. Unlock message feature with trembling hands. "Four."

"Wait for the kids to report?" Ask mom again.

He nodded. This year the acceptance of the report is done in the same day for all levels of education. Three kids, three places, two different schools. You have to divide your time well.

"Today let me finish the order. You take care of the children's report" said mamak before moving on.

He looked at the wall clock. 05.50 WIB. There's still plenty of time because the invitation starts at eight. He can complete an order so that mamak is not too hassled.

The volume of the television sound that broadcast the morning news rang out very loudly as he exited from inside the room. As usual, Umay sat sweetly in front of that tube-shaped object. While Icad is helping Sasa do multiplication in coloring books.

"Calculate gini's hands, Sa." Icad practices how to calculate tens multiplication by using fingers. "Easier, the results are accurate."

"Ah, giddy, ah! Don't know!" Sasa sniffed his shoulders. "Don't bother, Brother ...."

"Gini ... gini ...." Icad patiently told Sasa a simple way to count. "If these tens of fingers are bent ... continue ...."

"Diminish the TV, May!" He rebuked Umay who was stunned in front of the screen. Following the criminal news in a week.

Umay didn't answer. But the volume of television sound began to shrink even a little.

"Again" he repeated as he opened the windows and doors. Let the fresh air in the morning into the house. "It's still too hard."

Umay was silent and the volume of the television sound did not decrease in the least.

"May!" He stepped out the terrace intending to sweep.

"For the first time, Ma," said Umay reluctantly to fulfill his request.

"Please small ...." His voice hung in the air as he caught a straight figure walking over.

He could only be stunned, silent, and fixated.

The figure who was now standing in front of the terrace smiled.

"Is this ... the house of someone I've been looking for?"

He bit his lips hard. Holding back the feeling of haru in a short time is very likely to be able to escape tears.

"Sorry ...." The figure in front of him extended a hand that had been hidden behind his back. Pull out a pot containing purple orchid flowers that are very beautiful. "Make you wait."

Slowly his hands stretched out to receive.

That guy's still smiling. "I can't take long."

He nodded. Keep looking down at the purple orchid on the trembling palm.

"Thank you for waiting." That person put on a well-built body while giving a respectful attitude like in an official ceremony. "I'm definitely back. I hope it's not too late."

"Good morning ...." The man lowered his hand from the temple while half-bending. Then he turned around without looking again.

"Mama .. How dumb?" Sasa's carefree voice that walked over made him flinch. "Who is outside? How can there be a voice?"

He hurriedly wiped the corners of the eyes that had been wet.

"Mama's eyes are red?" Now Sasa looked at him fixedly. Sasa even pulled his hand until his back curved. Then he looked at his face with curiosity.

"Mama cry, yaaaa? Tuh ... there's water that netes on the cheek ...." Sasa reached out his hand wiping away his tears.

"Mom why, anyway?" Sasa is getting unstoppable. "Is there anyone who wants to buy Mama?" Now Sasa's head was spinning in all directions intending to find out.

He immediately wiped away the remaining tears before Sasa again asked. Worried about attracting the attention of her two older sisters sitting in the living room. Fortunately, the volume of the television sound is quite loud, so Icad and Umay did not really hear Sasa's speech.

"Where's the flower from?" Sasa pointed to a small pot containing orchid flowers. "Mama just bought it?"

He nodded and nodded at a time. Then he said nervously, "Mama wants to shake. Sasa's done yet to do the multiplication?"

Sasa shook his head. "Difficult ah, males. Play ...." Then ran to the guest house. "Abang, let's go bike, yuk."

He gulped repeatedly while looking at the orchid flowers in hand. With a white card embedded in it.

I'll never leave you.

(i never left you)

Really love you.

(Very much love you)

WY.

"Just seven days after the death of the chief judge due to a barrage of live bullets by unidentified people while passing on Jalan Kemanggisan Utama, Palmerah, West Jakarta. Officers finally managed to subdue one of four perpetrators in Bidara Ci na, Jatinegara, East Jakarta." The loud voice of the television announcer made him turn his head.

"The man who gave resistance when he was about to be rounded was forced to be paralyzed with two shots. Until this news is revealed, the other three perpetrators are still being hunted by the officers."

"Yes, right. Our team from Polres and Polda Metro has managed to subdue one perpetrator in Bi ...."

"Widiiih, keren, Bang. Om keluar lagi di TV!" Seru Umay antusias. "Kemarin aku hitung sehari bisa lima kali. Hari ini berapa kali ya kira-kira?"

Icad didn't care because he was helping Sasa get the bike out. While he alternately looked at the orchid flowers in hand and a television screen featuring an interview with a man read, The,

The Kombes Pol Wiratama Yuda

Jakarta Metro Police ....

The man who was a few minutes ago stood on the terrace.

Never leave me (never leave me)?

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Design

Today was pretty boring. After being content to play with Aran the baby is puffed up. There is practically nothing interesting to do.

The atmosphere of the house. Aunt Anja went to college. Om Cakra is still in Bandung. Uti from morning until noon entertain guests.

"Aduuuh, saha ieu kasep (who is this handsome)?"

"Like the time of Junior High huh, Ceu? His days became the bolang in Malang."

"What class, son? Uti has lost far too high."

"Udah as tall as his father," continued uti while smiling proudly at him.

"You want to live here with Uti? In Jakarta?" A woman of uti age grabbed her shoulder while chuckling. "Later to meet my granddaughter."

"Our grandchildren. Let grandma and granddaughter be friends." The woman whose hair is held high.

"Oh yes, yes ...." The other timpal was full of spirit.

While he was just grimacing embarrassed not knowing what to answer.

When the guests were busy eating lunch, he approached to ask for permission. Earlier, while picking up a basketball in the garage, he had seen a number of motorcycles parked. One that really caught his attention was the green dirt bike.

"Oh, that's Reka's dad's bike." Uti chuckles. "The old stuff never used."

"I tried, yeah."

Uti looked at him with a frowning forehead.

"It's only heated by the same roving complex," he asked with a sweet smile. Best suit so that his wish is granted.

But Uti still hesitates.

"In Surabaya, it is common to ride a motorbike if told to go to Indoapril." He was still showing off a smile from ear to ear.

"In the complex." Uti. "Remember, you don't have a SIM yet."

"Bereeeees!" He thumbs up. Half jumped with excitement. Then he called out to Mang Jaja.

"Mang, may Uti say!"

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