Romance In Makara Orange

The Once Bitten Twice Shy Part 1

^More careful because it has been injured before

Adjie Tjokro Pambudi

The encounter with the man close to Vira at the airport seemed to be imprinted in his memory. The figure of a handsome man who according to his assumption is often targeted by many women on campus seemed friendly when introduced by Une with him and Bobby. They didn't talk much when they were introduced. When Cokro glanced at Vira, the girl's eyes were so sparkling spoiled looking at her lover.

Cokro brought Bobby home together. The driver of the Cokro family came with a metallic black sedan with a four-ring logo that connected each other. Cokro drove Bobby first to his house on the Ancol beach and then to Kelapa Gading. Along the way the two of them only fell silent, not a single one spoke and neither did they close their eyes.

Once home, there was no one. Only a few domestic assistants were employed by Mother. It looks Mbok Darmi, an assistant who has been working since Cokro was a child approached him.

“Eh, Den Cokro is home. After going up the mountain again Den?”

She hugged a woman her mother's age tightly. “Healthy Mbok?”

“Alhamdulillah healthy Den. Already eaten? Si Mbok make rawon favorite aden, rawon chicken. There are eggs shields are also the same sambal terasi. Use add dele [tauge from soybeans] as well, definitely add later!”

“Mother where is Mbok? Mr?” tanya Mas Cokro saw the silence of the atmosphere as usual in this house.

“Mom went to Mba Official house already two days Den. The same father Den Bara to Bali, it has been a week,” replied Mbok Darmi.

“Mother wants to be close to her grandson, Den!” continued Mbok Darmi slowly, afraid to offend Cokro.

“I go to the room first Mbok. Take a shower, sultry. I'll come down to eat.”

“Den Cokro,” call Mbok Darmi, stop his steps that have reached the stairs.

“I got a message from Mom if the meeting is two days away. Aden do not go anywhere first said Mother,” continued Mbok Darmi.

Cokro smiled and nodded. He continued his footsteps back to his room on the second floor.

Cokro opens the room with white shades. The fragrant room shows that the room was diligently cleaned even though he almost never occupied it. Cokro prefers to spend time taking care of his business in Surabaya. The wedding photo with Rahayu is no longer attached to the wall coated with wallpaper motifs repeated. Put his backpack next to his bed and then let his body collapse for a moment.

Soaking in warm water in the bathtub relaxes his muscles that still feel sore after climbing. Also elaborates a little bit of his tangled mind. Bach's Air on G String accompanied him. Rahayu's favorite orchestral music.

His face was filled with black feathers that began to lengthen. Her hair also looked unkempt. Seen empty toiletries shelves with the needs of men. There is only liquid soap, shampoo, toothpaste and toothbrush only.

After the bath, Cokro lunch alone with a complete chicken manu rawon cooked by Mbok Darmi. It's an incredible taste. The same taste he remembered long ago. It's just that the beef was replaced with chicken, following the pattern of his health diet Rahayu who did not eat red meat.

“Mbok, I need a motor key! Go to the hairdresser at the front shop there.”

“Siap Den, let the motor be heated first with Mr. Manto. It's been a long time ndak dipake Mas Bara.”

 

Finished tidying up his hair and the feathers on his face in a barber shop near his home, Cokro drove his sport bike to one of the big Malls in Kelapa Gading. Buying a man's product.

The atmosphere in the mall does not look too crowded. Maybe because it's a weekdays. Cokro already bought some of the needed. Foam, aftershave, electric shaver and also his favorite wood-scented perfume (woody). Not so much that it was simply stuffed into the small backpack he was carrying.

When passing through the jewelry store that shines brighter than other stores, unconscious footsteps Cokro invite him there. Look at some of the latest jewelry models.

“There can we help sir?” the gentle voice of her maid broke her eye's search for the beautiful jewels before her.

“We have the latest motives that may be in accordance with what you are looking for,” continued the salesperson.

Chocolates smile. “I want classic and simple. She's a girl like that.”

“For what kind of event sir? Application or wedding?”

“New introduction only. Women are veiled, so don't necklaces or earrings yes!” cokro reminded me.

“We have a collection of simple classic rings and bracelets that you might like,” said the salesperson who then took out some collections from his glass display case.

“This is a white gold ring with a leaf motif in the middle and one diamond eye. Simple and good for introductions.”

Without saying much, Cokro nodded his head. “Oke, I like this.”

 

The next day, very early in the morning Cokro was tidy. Mbok Darmi looked at him in surprise to see his employer's second child look younger and fresher.

“Loh is neat Den? The handsome is just as young as it was. Mbok to pangling.”

“You play to Bi's friend's house in Bekasi,” sahut Cokro while sipping bitter coffee.

“Before koq Mbok, just want to transfer goods only. Yesterday forgot to give to his man.”

“Mbok, the car I use yes, let Mr. Manto rest at home,” he continued.

Remembering him when in Pokhara, finished dinner at Chinese food with Runello and Bobby, he stopped by one of the shops selling women's clothing made from real cashmere.

“Buy for whom is Cokok? Nyokap?” asked Une who was astonished because throughout their time in Nepal, only Cokro who never bought anything for souvenirs. Cokro just smiled and did not answer.

The morning trip to Bekasi was a struggle. Penetrating toll road congestion in the city that is connected to the Cikampek toll road. The sky was cloudy all the way. Just waiting for the speck to come down to wet the earth.

Cokro has entered the address of Vira from the description of the list of climbers in the Annapurna group into the GPS of his car. He deflected his car to the front of the residential gate and into the fourth block on the right side.

When his GPS said it had reached the destination, it turned out there was already a white SUV. Beside him, close to the driver's door, Vira appears with the man she introduced yesterday at the airport.

Cokro came out of the door of his sedan. Not to forget carrying a pink bag containing a cashmere sweater he bought in Pokhara.

Seen by Cokro, both Vira and the man were stunned to see her. Cokro opened his glasses so that Vira could easily recognize him.

“Halo Vira, how are you?” chocolate Sapa.

Vira looked at him with an incredulous face.

“Mas Cokro? Is this really Cokro? Koq can?”

His face may look different after a haircut and shave.

Vira looked so nervous while trying to introduce her to the man.

“Bang, recognize this Mas Cokro! Uh yesterday was an acquaintance, right?”

The man smiled forcedly. There was a dislike that emanated when he looked at her. Chocolate doesn't really care.

“Just want to take this for Vira,” he said while holding out the pink bag that Vira received nervously.

However, the rain that fell forced him to run towards Vira's house which seemed to be open to him. With Vira and the man.

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Kosara Dwinanta

He had absolutely no idea that the man he knew when he picked up Vira at the airport would come to Vira's house today. There's something strange Kosa thought. The man looked different. Maybe because his hair looks neater and there are no longer any hairs on his face.

There was a feeling of dislike when he saw Vira receiving a pink bag from the man who seemed to be a few years older on it. A color that depicts softness but not the color that Vira likes.

Vira's nervous face is seen when introducing them back and when receiving the bag. Kosa felt that there was something she did not know. Something Vira didn't tell him.

Because of the rain, I don't know what makes Kosa run back into the house Vira. He was ready to go back to Mama and Vira. Perhaps it was because the man and Vira ran in the direction of the door that was already wide open.

“Tumben Mas, early in the morning already played here,” saya Kosa started a conversation when Vira left the two of them in the living room.

“Yes, there is business in Bekasi, all stop by,” replied Cokro short.

“What business is Mas?” ask Kosa.

“Custom, small business,” says Cokro with a smile.

They were silent for a long time. As if time had stopped. The clock sounds very clear. Only the two in the living room with opposing auras. The man in front of him looked very perlente. Unlike him who only wears cotton pants that are rather oversize and t-shirts that still emit a distinctive chemical aroma of clothes recently purchased in the store. Vira never came back to see them in the living room.

“Before I go inside ya Mas,” said Kosa who then left Cokro alone in the living room. Cokro looked at him in wonder. His eyes followed the direction where the man was going.

Kosa finds Vira with a nervous attitude in the kitchen. He saw Vira making coffee for the man.

“Vir, are you okay?”

Vira looked towards Kosa. “Abang? What is my brother here?”

“His camera from earlier left, pity alone!” sahut Short vocabulary.

“Iya Bang, briefly. Here's the coffee, and Vira will deliver.”

Kosa lets Vira deliver her own coffee and accompanies the man. Kosa stood in the kitchen and began to analyze. Vira knew for sure that the man waiting in front of her liked the bitter black coffee.