Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 83. You're Not the First For Me

You're Not the First For Me

taken from the lyrics of the song "No Lies Between Us" by Harry Tasman-Mr

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Jakarta

Tama

He noticed workers who were installing cabinets and cooker hoods (smoke-absorbing devices and cooking scents) on one side of the kitchen. Others are installing a double-design kitchen island. In addition to being a storage area, it also serves as a dining table. While some people from Big Electronic are arranging the refrigerator side by side position and install planting stoves.

"Ri, please renovin the kitchen rumin cave," he asked Riyadh after officially asking Pocut. "Special design. The best cookware."

"OK." Riyadh immediately agreed. Even the next day, Riyadh deliberately came to Jakarta just to see and measure the condition of his kitchen.

"Just like that room." He pointed to the main room. "Please on set for three boys."

"That one." He pointed to the second room. "Make the main room. Next to the girls' room."

Riyadh laughs. "So also you married the same one she's worth 90."

He chuckles.

"The city's losses, Tam." But Riyadh shook his head when he chose a design with material number one. "Defend how long you been here? Next month we will move somewhere else."

"The kitchen can't be transported if you move, right?" Riyadh grinning.

He knows, the official house is just a temporary stopover. Not to stay forever. But he must still give comfort to the queen in the kingdom of love, right?

"For him it's worth 90." He grinned back.

This time it was Riyadh's turn to laugh. "Everything will wash in time."

"I'm sorry, sir, it can only be done at night." An officer from Big Electronic broke his daydream. "This week the queue is always full. Lots of demand (request)."

He nodded.

"Please sign." The officer then gave him a number of files.

Once the business with the Big Electronic officer was completed, he chose to sit in the middle room which was exactly in line with the position of the kitchen. Sipping Yuni's coffee while igniting a cigarette.

That evening, as soon as guiding Pocut back to the table. They both stayed silent for a long time. He chose to make room by drowning himself in dessert. While Pocut who looks pale, repeatedly sipped the drink with trembling hands.

"Pardon me." Pocut gave him a look full of regret.

He tried to smile even though it was bitter. "That vocalist is similar to your husband?"

Pocut. "S-I saw it wrong. S-would have thought that .... S-i ...." Pocut lowered his gaze with a nervous growl.

He sighed. Mom's words some time ago came back.

"Died away husband forever it feels unimaginable. Until anytime, good memories will remain stored at the bottom of the heart. Nothing can replace the one who was once half our lives."

"You must be ready to love unconditionally. Must be ready to share a place with a figure who is gone. Can't be selfish just thinking about yourself."

"Do what you want to do." He looked at Pocut who was still down. "No need to feel sad."

Pocut looked back at him.

He smiled at the charming brown iris. "Your presence beside me is more than enough. We can't erase the past, can we?"

Pout, as usual. Every time you hear the touching words, the pair of beautiful eyes will immediately glaze over.

"If only we could meet." He tried to convince. "I'll shake his hand first and say, 'my wife and three children are already with the right people'."

Pocut's tears began to fall.

"Did you ever think that the vocalist was ...." He pointed towards the stage, where a vocalist called Abang by Pocut returned to perform.

"If it was him?" He desperately wanted to grab and hold the delicate hand stored on the table to give warmth. "What purposely came because you wanted to ensure your happiness?"

"Now, he knows you're happy. And he's happy to see you happy." Instead of not being able to hold the fine fingers, he then stretched out a piece of tissue.

Pocut received tissue with trembling hands. Then although vague but sure. A smile was present in the middle of the sobbing. "S-I'm sorry for being so bad."

It exhales white smoke upward until the air around it turns concentrated. While a few meters ahead, the people were still busy completing their respective work. Make the kitchen the center of life in this house.

"The kitchen is the heart of your home." Riyadh clearly devotes the best of its ability to realize its wishful thinking into reality.

"Surprise." Riyadh measured the kitchen while continuing to talk. "For a long time there was no sudden news .. boom .. mating. The playboy cap lizard lost another set."

He grins. Understand if what is meant is Wisak. The single bachelor has never been married. But if adventure doesn't need to be asked. It is definitely at the level of expert excellent, true womanizer aka female conqueror.

"Yesterday's offer of assets has something to do with it?" Investigate Riyadh.

His grin instantly turned into a discordant laugh. "The project's order is in order?" But he chose to ask.

Riyadh took a deep breath. "This is the second time the cave has been hit by force majeur. Phew! Not good."

A few years ago, Riyadh was down because of almost the same problems that are being faced today. At that time Riyadh could rise thanks to the injection of funds from the Rajas company.

"Sir, where is this stored?" Officers from Big Electronic came back to him while pointing to a number of people carrying a set of stainless steel cookware.

He sizzled at the bitterness of the cigarette in his mouth. "Ask Yuni."

Then leave the middle room. Let the officers from Big Electronic stagger because Yuni never showed up.

"Delivery!" He knocked on the door of the room that was closed.

Almost two minutes later, no answer was heard. But when he was about to knock again, the door suddenly opened from inside. Followed by the popping of a flat face Reka behind the door.

"Not slept?"

Reka shakes.

"Can I come in?"

The designer furrowed his brows before finally slowly opening the door even if it was only half.

He chose to sit on the bed while spreading his gaze. The atmosphere of the room looks quite neat and comfortable. No scattered goods or dirty clothes scattered. A number of items that he knew new Reka brought from Surabaya neatly stacked in one corner of the room.

"Not slept?" He repeated the same question.

Reka shakes. "I can't sleep."

"Either." He hissed.

"When are you leaving?"

He shook. "No news yet."

The last time Kinan gave news via a short message, still waiting for his RP (residence permit) approved by the Swedish immigration authorities.

"Can I see you go?"

He nodded. "Once the mother is in the news, you can go directly to Surabaya. A week there?" He made the best offer.

But Reka shook her head. "Two days is enough. A week later."

He understands. But the mood suddenly quiet. Design your own fun in front of a laptop that lights up. While he had difficulty in stringing words. You even have to stop before you speak. "Later they stay here."

Reka.

"Tante Pocut and his children."

The design gives a brief nod.

"The room in this house there are only four with the one used by Mr. Agus. So ... don't want the three of you to share a room."

Again, the plan nodded.

"Don't mind the room being cramped?"

"There's nowhere else, right?" The reply asked.

He sighed. "Thank you, Reka, you've come this far."

The designer looks at him flat. "There's no other choice."

He smiled wryly. In the heart justifies the speech of the designer. But he has something else that might reach out to Reka's heart.

"Not long after getting married, I have to go to Bandung for school again."

Reka unmoving.

"Can ... Dad ask for help? As long as you're not home, you're looking after Aunt Pocut and the sisters?"

The designer looked at him right in both eyes. "Dad not come home?"

He shook. "Eventually home. Or ... you guys are coming to Bandung."

"How long?"

"About six to seven months."

Reka.

"Yes" replied Reka in the end.

He smiled and got up. "Thank you, son."

And before closing the door he said again. "Tomorrow afternoon accompany me to look good."

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Design

He actually feels happy every time he hears me talk to him. But being unfamiliar, he could only answer with a word or two. There are so many things that I want to share and tell my dad. Maybe another time when things are getting better. Although he was not sure if that time would come.

"Later tonight I'm gone and don't know when to go home." Father embraced his shoulders as they walked down the green grass towards the akung tomb.

"Ke?"

Dad mumbled slowly. "Work."

He understands. For almost two months living in Jakarta, I don't know how many times he found dad did not come home. But for this time, go to work before the wedding date which is just a few days away? Suddenly his heart was troubled.

"Sore, Pa."

As usual, every time you visit the grave akung, definitely invite to talk as if akung is waiting and can hear.

"Have you got any news?"

He just listened to me talk at length. About the work that will be done tonight. About the date of the wedding just counting the days. About him who has officially become a student of National Heritage Junior High School. About many things that make it can only be stuck staring at a black tombstone bearing the name akung.

When I finally finished and took him home. He ventured to say even with a hoarse voice.

"Hurry home." He had to gulp repeatedly before continuing. "Don't let Aunt Pocut wait like yesterday's application time. Don't let me makein the ring to the jar ...."

He could not continue the sentence because he was out of voice and father hugged him.

"Dad must be home." Dad patted his back. "Come home for sure."

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Crows

"I just got the information that ...." Farhan mentioned the name of a government official related to his current problem. "Will attend an event at Avilas next week."

"Golden opportunity to talk about the deal you want."

"Event?"

"The wedding perception of a middle officer." Then Farhan gave her a brown invitation. "I just got it from Ros. It turns out you were invited to the same event."

He immediately shriveled as soon as he read the name on the invitation. "Who are we at Avilas?"

Farhan mentioned a number of names.

"Free everything. Return the incoming fee."

Farhan. But without much words immediately nodded and immediately did his orders.

He read the name of the invitation, Wiratama Yuda.

Tama certainly has not heard if he has taken over the shares of Avilas Hotel on the official contract of the acquisition which was only made six months ago. It has paid for the acquisition by issuing 45.7 million new shares and 820 million dollars in cash payments to the majority shareholder of Avilas Hotel, which is controlled by the Saudi prince's relatives, through the EHC (Empire hotel company). ©

Freeing the cost of ballroom rental can be the most beautiful gift for Tama who is experiencing financial difficulties.

That's what friends are for (that's what friends are for).

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Wisks

Unbeknownst to the bride and groom, he has hired a reliable EO to prepare the concept of buck's party (bachelorette party) tonight. The result is a four-room five-star hotel in the Kuningan area containing full sound, lighting and laser light, DJs, bartenders, striptease dancers and yuhuu of course her favorite lady escorts.

"What means?" Riyadh who first came immediately stunned to find the atmosphere of the room had turned into a dance floor. Complete with lighting and a DJ.

"Surprise by me!" He showed off the best smile.

Armand just shook his head. Rajas is too busy with business deals via cell phone. As always.

"Preince back?" Riyadh, the straightest among them, began to look uncomfortable with the sexy dancer in plain sight. And this attracted her to teasing rather than answering questions.

"Enjoy your life, Man." He grabbed a lady escort to sit on his lap. But Riyadh scorned.

"Nope." Armand. "Peak season, he's really busy."

But until 12 pm when the supposed bachelor party began by enjoying treats from striptease dancers, Tama did not also appear the trunk of his nose.

"Sorry, sir." Billy who was in charge of picking Tama up came empty-handed. "Sir is not everywhere. I've been looking but I haven't met."

He sizzled. "This isn't good."

But Rajas, sitting in a corner sipping a tequila, muttered lazily, "No one will meet. Again chasing the untouchable to your bang ant."

"God!" He grumbled more and more. "From the beginning you already knew that Tama was chasing people?"

Rajas just shrugged his shoulders. "Nease guess. The caveman in the field said tonight's the untouchable."

"Haish!" He snorted annoyed. "Read until when if gini how. What's the cave surprise?"

Riyadh chuckles. "Enjoy your life, Man." Then move. "Comeback. Tomorrow morning must be the road to Bandung."

Rajas follows after saving an empty glass of tequila onto the bar table. "I'm out."

Armand nodded in agreement. Rushing followed Riyadh and Rajas who had stepped away first. "Sorry, need some rest (need rest)."

"Friends of jaha nam," he grumbled as he downed a glass of drink. But a second later winked at the two lady escorts who were writhing spoiled beside him.

Life is so short (life is too short). Love the life you live (love the life you live).

Then grin, "Let's get started, girls (let's start)."

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Yogyakarta

Rendra

He just finished checking RAB (cost budget plan) three projects at once when Anggi entered the workspace while carrying a cup of hot lemon juice.

"Well, is she asleep?" He took the cup and sipped it.

Anggi. "Sister's work is done?"

He immediately finished off the last drop of warm lemon then smiled seductively. "Right here right now?"

Anggi laughed but handed him a large brown envelope.

"What?"

"So that afternoon there was Dara's tea man who sent."

He received the envelope with a frown.

Original design by: IU_Yoonie

Smile without opening it.

"Not opened?" Anggi looked at her suspiciously as she placed the brown envelope on the table.

"Marriage of a colleague." He tried to get Anggi.

"In Jakarta?"

"Jay. Clear your schedule this weekend. We staycation in Jekardah."

"Who?" But Anggi held his chest with his hands. "Combes? Called alien. Not another problem right, Bang?"

But he doesn't care. Because there are still 1001 roads to Rome even though Anggi tried to get in the way.

"Just take it easy." He managed to find the best gap and concentrated there. "Later to know."

Because Anggi never knew if he had bought shares of the family-owned company mas Sada. The best reply he could.

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Remarks :

Force majeur: circumstances beyond the inevitable ability and cause something not to work as it should.

Example: natural disaster.

©. : quoted from tribun jualbeli.com May 2017 edition (with slight adjustment).

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