Same Marriage as Duda

Wanted Pak RT

That morning, my mother was happy. I saw this morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Because, he said he could order a doughnut cake, fifty seeds, from next door neighbor.

"Regina. Help mom yes, today there is an order of donut cakes from Miss Mirna," she told me. I didn't answer.

But, despite my attitude and behavior of bars, plus laziness, I still feel like a filial daughter devoted to mother. I still helped him, though again with a sense of force.

His donut order, suddenly crumpled and messy. After that morning the arrival of Mr. RT Kadir. In fact, the time is still pointing at 08.00 wib. That fucking RT sir, come looking for me.

"Assallamoallaikum" he said, as I heard from the front room. I know it's Mr. RT's voice. I remember very well, because every month I was told by my mother to pay security guard money, to the house of Mr. RT.

I'm sick because I thought he was looking for mom. I slept again, trying to close my eyes. Later at 10:00 wib I usually come out of the room, and take a shower. Breakfast, if you've served it at the dinner table.

If the breakfast has not been served, I fry myself a veal-eyed egg, given a little salt, make breakfast.

"Assallamoallaikum," he said again as he continued to knock on the door of the living room.

I did not answer Mr. RT's greeting. I made sure mom heard it.

"Ah binary. Anyway why visit people's houses, early in the morning," murmured, still with a lying position in the front room.

"Regina!" shouting mother.

"Regina, wake. Please look who!" pinta mom again. But I'm still indifferent. It is very convenient to serve guests early in the morning.

Suddenly, Mom came into the room. He knew that coming was Mr. RT. Surely, the peek at the guest from behind the curtains of the living room.

"Regina. Why did Mr. RT come early in the morning. What is the guard money this month you have not given to Mr RT yes, so he was invited to the house?'' he asked in a whispering voice, afraid to be heard by Mr. RT from outside.

I was astonished too. Trying to remember again the guard money that I should have handed over to Mr. RT.

"Already Mom. Regina took a vow by Allah, Regina has handed it over to Mr. RT," I replied, reassuring my mother. But I still don't believe it.

"So, why is he coming home so early in the morning?!" mother asked, half whispering, to make me confused.

"Somehow," I said still as much as sleeping while hugging the bolster.

"Assallamoallaikum." cried Mr. RT for the umpteenth time.

Mother must answer.

"Yes Mr. RT. Salam waallaikum."

Mom rushed to open the living room door. Then let his guests in, and sat on the living room sofa.

"Yes Mr RT? What's up?!" ask mom kindly.

"Sorry this there needs to be a little, same Regina."

Mr. RT's sentence woke me up a little. But, I'm acting very body. I'm just being funny. Still in the room. But I heard clearly what Mr. RT said.

"Oh yes...Sir. With Regina?!" Mom was surprised by the arrival of Mr. RT who was looking for me that early.

"Yes, Mom." Answer Mr. RT briefly.

"Aparticularly sir yes. He seems to be sleeping. I wake up first yes," said the mother who left Mr. RT in the living room.

"Wake up..wake up. Mr. RT is looking for you" said mom, and I'm still acting like a bitch. The thing is, my life hasn't been a hundred percent collected. So do my eyes, still heavy to open.

"Still sleepy. What the hell is it!" I said pissed.

"Wake up for a second. Later sleep again if it is done the same business Mr. RT. Cepet there wake up to see Mr. RT," said mother half urged me.

I'm definitely not good with Mr. RT, if I don't want to see him.

Mother's insistence, makes me even more upset. Again sleep disturbed.

"Let's just a minute." urged mom again. I finally obeyed my mother's orders. With my eyes still scratched, the smell of jigong and my hair, I went out to see Mr. RT in the living room.

"I'm sorry Mr. RT this one girl just woke up. Not taking a shower yet" Mother told RT, representing me.

"Look," he said, starting a conversation.

"House owners Blok H Carnation protested that their shoes and sandals were missing, but they were placed on the terrace of the house" said Mr. RT to the point. But still carefully talk.

"Keep what does it have to do with Regina Pak!" the mother seems to be getting upset, and spontaneously responds.

Because, it looks like I'm offended by Mr. RT's story. I feel Mr. RT has accused me. Yes, I have read the direction of the conversation Mr. RT.

"I'm sorry, Mom. No offence. If according to the cctv footage in the house, Regina was seen on the terrace, when their slippers were missing" explained Mr. RT began to blunt.

"You mean, Regina stole it?!" said the mother in a high tone, when clarifying the sentence of accusations from Mr. RT to me.

Like losing the answer key, Mr. RT Kadir was silent for a moment. But, he's back to interrogate me. Urge me to admit that I am the culprit of all the burglaries that took place in that house.

Mr. RT Kadir said again, not just one block complaining to him, about losing things in their home.

Some people say that I was there when their things were missing.

"I mean. Regina the thief in the Tata Niaga housing complex is Mr. RT," said the mother who began to rampage on Mr. RT.

The insistence of Mr. RT Kadir, not without reason.  It is based on the evidence provided through cctv recordings, and based on complaints from some residents.

"Taman Niaga housing complex, has been unsafe for a month. Private belongings of citizens are often lost." said Mr. RT Kadir and I tried to be indifferent to what he said.

"Why is my child a target?" said mom's upset.

"No way sir, my son is the thief!" the mother's anger level began to rise to level 20.

Obviously I'm quibbling. I reasoned that the pink feather sandals I was wearing, I bought them at the night market.

"Now, just call her son here. Is it true that the slippers were stolen the same Regina." snapped the mother in front of Mr. RT.

"He said, remember very well, all night slippers japit pink feathers were placed in front of the porch of his house" said Mr. RT still insistent.

"I'm the sloppy one. The sandals I wear to the front stall of the house. As I recall that time, Gita had seen me wearing those slippers." My inner self.

"This is your slipper, Regina? Or did you steal from Gita?" said the mother who suddenly showed the sandals in front of Mr. RT.

"Damn it!" pekikku in my heart.

"Why should be shown to Mr. RT anyway, same Mother." I grumbled annoyed.

I almost had the wrong behavior. But, as much as possible I will try to be mediocre, and still insist on admitting the sandals are mine that I bought at the night market.

"This slipper I bought at the night market." I said insistent in front of my mother and also Mr. RT Kadir.

Suddenly, Ina came.  He accused me that Alexandre Cristy's wristwatch, which was wrapped around my right wrist, was his watch.

Sepagi, already excited by the sudden trial held by Mr. RT Kadir.

Not quite right about the pink fur flip-flops and Alexandre Cristy watches, Riska piggy bank money is also lost.

Riska's sure, I did it.

Riska's confidence grew stronger, when she saw the broken piggy bank in the shape of a rooster, in the trash can in front of my house.

"He used to play at home, sir," Riska complained to Mr. RT.

"The piggy bank, red.

In fact, the piggy bank money, the plan I will use to buy additional mountain bikes. Forced, do not buy the bike." lamented Riska in front of Mr. RT.

"The money I put on the TV desk is also often lost.  I urge Riska to tell me.  But he won't confess. Lest he also did Mr. RT." accuse Mak Riska without further ado that the morning also suddenly appeared.

The RT trial. A monkey mask show that is able to invite children and mothers, in the housing complex.

From that moment on, I was more silent. I just defended myself and talked as necessary. I try not to show a guilty face.  As if I wasn't the one.

Mother's emotions suddenly exploded. I yelled at him very rudely. But, me, keep quiet.

Before long, he let Mr. RT Kadir check my room.

"Show me Mr. RT Kadir. You have to take responsibility because you have made trouble with this complex!" snarled mom at me.

I also herded Mr. RT Kadir out.  Heading to the empty house next door. Followed by mom, Mak Riska, Riska, Ina, Gita.

Mr. RT Kadir, just ring around when I herd him to the WC behind the empty house.

"Lho. So you live here?" ask Mr. RT Kadir to be astonished. I just kept quiet. Won't answer her questions.

Mom, suddenly make a statement. "I just don't want to take care of him Mr. RT.  I love where he lives.  In the forest.at WC or where.  Whatever. I'm tired of taking care of him!" said the mother gave an explanation in front of those people.

Mr. RT just silently heard that. Suddenly Ina screamed.

"This is my watch.  Pantesan, I searched everywhere this watch did not meet. It was taken by Regina. It's two dong my watch that you stole!" accuse Ina without further ado.

Inwardly, how shameful was Regina's mother before them. Because it turns out that what is alleged that his son is a thief, is true.

Mother passed away leaving me and these people. Riska pointed to a trash can containing clay shards, a chicken-shaped piggy bank.

Regina's mom really got a lot of shame. It seemed, that morning the blood was boiling, holding back emotions because of the actions of his daughter.

"Beautiful is a thief!" chirps Gita.

"This is his fur flip-flops also have me, Mr. RT." said Gita convincingly.

Mr. RT Kadir can only shake to see this incident.

Unasked, I took off the feather-clothed flip-flops, off my legs and handed them to Gita.

Likewise, alexandre cristy's watch, which was coiled around his wrist, I took it off. Then I leave it to Ina.

Turn Mak Riska, talk to me.

"Son, auntie wants to ask.  Is that Riska's piggy bank, Regina took it?  Aunty was not angry, even though Regina confessed. So that it's equally delicious.  There is no strangulation in the heart.  So, tell me son. Frankly.  We're not angry" Mak Riska said as she put her arm around my shoulder.

I mute without a sound. Instantly, my tears broke. I was crying as much as I could. "Lho don't cry.  If it is.  We're sincere, son, that piggy bank.  Let Riska buy a new piggy bank and save again from the beginning." explained Mak Riska, trying to calm me.

"Yes already.  Regina don't cry.  Don't repeat it again, son. Stealing is not good. Good thing it was only reported to RT.  Reported to the police, how do you try?" said Mr. RT Kadir.

"Lho this is my levis jacket" said Gita suddenly, while showing to Mr. RT Kadir. Mr. RT is once again just a head bobble.

Although Gita found her lost levis jacket, she did not bring it with her. He said he didn't want to wear the jacket anymore, because I used it.

"No need to ah.  He's the old one." said Gita, ninyir.

"Yes already.  It's all clear. So now Regina's apologizing to these guys, how is it?" said Mr. RT Kadir trying to reconcile.

But, I don't want to do it. I was still crying as much as the face that was bent down. Mak Riska still embraces me.

"Eh is Regina.  Don't cry. We don't have a problem, actually. We just want to know.  The proof is that we are not angry with Riska. Inas.  Risks. The Gita. All good friends of Regina. They just want Regina to be honest. Not angry, son." said Mak Riska once again.

"Let's shake hands first. Mutually forgive.  If you don't want to, I'll stay here until you shake hands" said Mr. RT Kadir. (**)