Romance In Makara Orange
The Back to Drawing Board
^Revisioning the Plan Originally
A sunny Sunday morning forced Vira to get up from her bed immediately. No longer able to laze because the scorching sunlight through the cracks of the curtains made the glare of the eyes. It was half-time at seven in the morning.
The phone is charged a hundred percent of its power and then unplug the charger. It is called a cell phone even though it is not also seen because of the laziness and reluctance that hit it.
When he went downstairs, he found Natha still curled up on the green sofa wearing her sleeping negligee. Looks like Natha waited last night for Mamah who never came home. Natha's cell phone almost fell off the edge of the sofa and was placed on the table. Looked at the surrounding that looked lonely. It feels awkward because usually Sunday morning, all the family sit together, breakfast together and tell each other but now only silence is present.
Vira starts to feel hungry and starts to think about what food to eat for breakfast. Thinking of her eating out too often made her reluctant to order food online. Simple food in the morning without the need for a lot of spices seems to be the choice of Vira.
In the kitchen, Vira began to root the rice that would be used to make porridge. Just one glass of dagger because there is only himself and Natha. After being washed and given water with a ratio of one to ten, Vira put one lemongrass stem that has been squeezed, and a sheet of bay leaves so that the porridge is fragrant. Cooking porridge is quite long, especially when it has shrunk the water must be diligently stirred so as not to clot on the bottom and make it crusty which eventually causes a scorch. When it is almost finished, give it salt to add flavor and then the stove fire is turned off.
For topping Vira make a sunny side egg or cow's eye egg with a half-cooked yolk, sprinkled with sweet soy sauce, a little soy sauce, and slices of celery and fried onions. It looks like Mamah also still keeps one jar of mustofa potatoes, spicy crisp fries mixed with terrain anchovies that are suitable to be added as a topping.
“Nath, wake up Nath, breakfast first!”
Natha just muttered indistinctly and looked lazy to open her eyes.
“Wake up Nath, later the porridge is cold, not good taste!”
“Aaan the hell Vir, I sleepy to know, all night I wait Mamah. Not telling them to be happy or go back,” catch Natha with eyes still closed.
“Eat first Nath, I've made porridge. Abis eat her sleep again!”
Natha woke up lazily, stretched her body and immediately took the bowl of porridge and ate it.
“That slob really Nath, don't use brushing your teeth first, at least mouth-wash keq!”
“Originally you know yes Vir, saliva after waking up benefits a lot. One of them makes food more delicious,” said Natha while feeding porridge to her mouth.
“Elu who made Vir? It's delicious, simple but delicious. Yesterday I was the same Yudha eating mulu, all sorts of flavors went into my mouth until I was great.”
“Mas Yudha likes to eat your kayak Nath?” ask Vira.
“Iih. I think if I keep it with him, I can get fat!” natha answered while feeding a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
“It seems that made Mas Yudha change huh Nath? The feeling used to be very thin, now it contains it. Nice dong Nath! Why did you blame Mas Yudha? If you get fat because you eat a lot. From the first also you eat it a lot.”
“But yes Vir, like Yudha I really do, I'm not good. I mean, this is just the first way, not necessarily I'm the same as him. He's afraid he's hoping and I'm not sreg, pity.”
“Mas Yudha ngajak you alone his name was already wishing Nath times. You can feel sorry if you don't like it anyway don't like it. Tumben you think pity, usually if nasehatin I sadist it.”
Natha grunting. Pressing the remote and then choosing one of the pay television channels. Looks like Natha wants to continue the horror series she watched yesterday.
“Lumayan yesterday had four episodes. Yesterday Vir, I watched a family movie because Yudha does not like watching horror. I think he was invited to watch that night so that the atmosphere of his spooky dapet, eeh no idea. Yes it is! I haven't been to the movies for a long time, count holidays for free.”
“Vir, the bowl of taro on the back of the truck makes warm tea yes, half sugar. Eeh Vir, do not forget to flush the Mamah plants, talk to all the plants so they are happy,” pinta Natha.
“Koq me anyway Nath? Have I bikini porridge, nyiram time plants too?” vira protests.
“And you said that I could sleep again as I ate the porridge. I'm sorry if I'm the nyiram ntar Yudha must have appeared and nyamperin me.”
“Oooh, yaudah.”
And it turns out Natha's guess is right. While Vira was watering the plants, Mas Yudha came up.
“Koq Vira is great? Natha where's Vir?” ask Mas Yudha.
“Still sleeping Mas, yesterday all night staying up late Mamah,” replied Vira lying because Natha was actually busy continuing her horror series and did not sleep anymore.
“Mamah hasn't come home yet?”
“Not yet, no news yet.”
“Maybe it's noon or afternoon Vir came home. Unclose system Peak and traffic jammed because on the holiday home.”
“It seems so yes Mas, a bit worried because Mamah has never gone without her family so far.”
“Nothing Vir. Let Mamah have fun, besides you kids are all great. Uh, Vir, which one was your boyfriend yesterday? The ones that come day and night are different. Already changed, huh? The car is cool Vir, you choose it!”
“Mas Yudha, Vira enter first yes!” Turning off the tap water and then rolling a water hose and leaving Mas Yudha who looked at him in wonder.
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The morning atmosphere in the family dining room this time was a little more crowded than usual. There was a Father, a Mother, her sister Bagas, and she sat down together to enjoy breakfast. Every visit to the house in Kelapa Gading, Cokro used to eat alone.
“Where did you come from Djie?” ask Mom while applying butter cream to whole wheat bread.
“Two days in a row you go home at night. Previously even home in the morning,” continued Mother.
“There's a problem with friends Bu,” replied Cokro.
“Your friends who live in Bekasi?”
It seems like Mom is fishing for an explanation from him. The silent cokro did not answer. Bitter black coffee. I don't know why it feels different, unlike what Vira made yesterday. It was more bland, it only felt bitter, there was no other taste in his tongue.
Mother put butter cream wheat bread on a plate that had contained two sunny side eggs and pieces of tomatoes. Mothers themselves only consume one bowl of fresh fruit and a glass of green tea.
“Don't forget, the show will be tonight at seven. You don't have to go to Bekasi anymore. Don't look for Djie's problems. This is no longer your business. This is a family affair that you must respect,” said Mother.
“Bagas, try later you ask your Mbakyu Adjeng to leave from here or from Sunter?” pinta Mother who was replied with a nod from her son number three.
“Pak, the tomatoes do not forget to spend. If you eat, do not look at the phone. Same focus breakfast,” reprimand Mom.
No one spoke except for Mom. How Mother became the only regulator in this house. Cokro was well aware of the great influence of Mother in this family. What you say is always considered true and should be followed. Remember how often Cokro used to argue and fight every word Mom. But always Mom who takes care of every problem.
It's impossible for Cokro to solve this problem with Mom. Many times he refused the arranged marriage initiated by Mother. Meetings with family colleagues Father and Mother always end in vain. The family of the woman who ultimately broke off the relationship for various reasons. The pattern is always like that. Therefore, Cokro absolutely does not need to refute every request of Mother, and just wait for time. In the end his silence made the betrothed candidate become reluctant to continue the relationship.
For Cokro, Lydia Sasongko will likely be like the other women she has been betrothed to. They will get bored on their own and assume life will be much more interesting if not together. After all, from the beginning Lydia also did not like this kind of matchmaking. So he did not have to bother putting up a strategy to make Lydia reject him. Everything will go as expected.
Today is Cokro's engagement day with Lydia. The time was deliberately chosen after Mr. Sasongko and Ms. Ruth returned from the Netherlands and before Gani left for Riau. Just a regular garden party attended by families from both sides. Not many present. No problem with chocolate. This engagement may only be to be a tie-in business cooperation of two families only. Expanding business and market fields and capital injections. Cokro estimates it may be about three months and Lydia will decide to end it.
There was only one wedge in his mind. It seems like mom already knows her connection to Vira. I don't know how much you know but it might be scary when you act. Remember, when Cokro insisted on marrying Rahayu, Mother did not stay silent. But still can't stop the chocolate. It's just that, despite opposing her, Mother came to help her take care of the sick Rahayu and even finance Rahayu's treatment.
Cokro can't say no to Mom for her match with Lydia but Vira's presence is beyond what she planned in her life. The woman made him think of more than just business in this life. Giving a new purpose, building a family that has been forgotten after Rahayu. It's just, it turns out that initially it was not easy to conquer the heart of Vira.
But with the incident last night, Cokro did not expect the reception of Vira and began to rethink what to do. Cokro can not rely on the old pattern that must wait even though he does not intend to oppose Mother. I just want to speed up the process. Cokro also had to be frank with Lydia over what happened. Lydia must have known exactly what to do.
“What are you thinking, Djie?” asked Mom to break the cacro daydream.
“Mas Adjie can't wait until later tonight Mom,” says Bagas chimed. He had a bowl of oatmeal milk after eating his wheat bread.
“Don't just drink bitter coffee. You do have to be a Djie household soon, so there will be a wife who takes care of you. Take care of your meal,” said Mother.
“If marriage to menggurus eat Mas Adjie alone mending marriage with restaurant chef aja Bu,” chirp Bagas.
“You are Gas, this Mother is talking to your Mas again. Try you think this Mas-mu Adjie has long been alone, not clear in Surabaya eat anything. The age of the three heads must be careful with food. Mas-mu it's not a concern, only cooperation up the mountain only thought.”
“If later marriage Mba Lydia want to arrange food Mas Adjie? Not even ma'am, most who chatted his household assistant. Tell Mas Adjie to marry a-er-te.”
“You it is Gas, start to dare to fight. This mother did it all because she wanted the best for you. Let's see your Mbakyu, Adjeng, his life is happy with a husband, has children, everything is organized, nice to see. The mother was so calm looking at it.”
“What is it Mas Adjie is not happy Mom? Bagas does not want to fight Mom koq but I'm a cute koq mate Mas Adjie just to take care of food.”
“Already. Early in the morning the koq was noisier. The fuss is just silence, Eat first so there is positive energy,” lerai Father mediates the conversation of his wife and youngest child. The figure of the bespectacled middle-aged man with a hint of white gray continued reading the news on his smartphone and did not intend to engage in the conversation too deeply.
Cokro just kept listening. Unlike him, Bagas his sister is a figure who can say many things to anyone, even to Mother. Cokro almost imagines what happened last night when he cooked dinner with Vira. The woman who likes to eat it can make good coffee for her. Can be invited to work together in the kitchen to produce food for both. The beautiful days with Vira were already drenched in her shadow and involuntarily made Cokro smile.
“You think who Djie is, until you smile alone?” ask the mother who noticed it.
“Mas Adjie can only smile with the talk of Mom,” said Bagas while laughing.
“You are Gas, Tomorrow let me find a woman for you. Her son's friend beautiful mother is a lot. I'm looking for a woman who can keep you quiet. Wonderful Mom, have a son, one rarely talk, one can not stop talking, but both equally difficult close to women.”
“Eh make no mistake Mom, girl friend I much, beautiful all, model magazine,” elak Bagas defend themselves.
“From the time it was like that but no one was brought home. You think you don't know whose Mom's son?” said the mother who made Bagas laugh did not stop.
