Senior Beautiful Incaranku

Women as hard as rocks

Povs. Danu Narendra's

"So far, is there anything you want to ask?" Yuna looked at the several employees in turn. But to me, his gaze was intimidating.

"She, Ma ..." 

"About work of course," Yuna continued when one of the employees wanted to ask a question. But the speech was immediately cut by Ayuna.

It made everyone quiet in the meeting room. Perhaps because Yuna had already set a limit, the employee stopped her intentions. Let alone the intimidating look of Yuna's eyes. Making anyone who looks at him bow their head.

"Okay, if there's none. Our meeting's over." 

Yuna cleaned up all her equipment. End this meeting. Without ado and farewell. He knew we were going back to Jakarta this afternoon. 

"Aren't you afraid of being judged evil by them?" I ask this stubborn woman. Without glancing at Ayuna who was now walking quickly beside me. With a slow voice. 

"Our attitude is like this, people will value you who are macem, Yuna," I continued.

"I don't care!"

Yup! He responded to my words. Though it's not really the word I want to hear. A clear word indicates an indifference towards others.

"Okay, you never care about how other people feel!"

"That, know!" Tapping it with a blink of an eye.

"Yuna, that is your right. I just want to get on with it,"

"No need!" Yuna continued to refute all the words from me.

"OK," I raised both hands as a sign of surrender. Surrender to Ayuna's stubbornness. A beautiful woman who shakes my heart. A woman I find so difficult to conquer.

I thought, this is my hardest problem. If yesterday I managed to quickly forget about Fathin, even with just a matter of hours. But it was different with Yuna. It feels inversely proportional.

When we were going home, I was the only one saying goodbyes. Even though Mitha and her team have actually held a farewell event for us. But Ayuna refused it. 

"We don't need a farewell, maybe at another place we'll meet!" 

Those are the words of Ayuna who is somewhat subtle, rejecting the farewell event that Mitha had held tonight at a typical Sundanese food restaurant not far from the office. 

"okay, Mum. Thank you so much for your guidance all this time. We really hope we can meet again."

Mita also regretted Yuna's rejection. However, apparently she understood because maybe Yuna had another flurry. 

Okay, finish our assignment at the branch office. A task that is not so heavy in my opinion, the heavy is just my feeling. The next weight, it feels if I walk my body will tilt to the left then alternately to the right.

The atmosphere in the awkward office was over. It changed when we arrived at Villa Davidson.  Since there weren't many things we brought, it didn't take long to pack.

Unfortunately, when I arrived on the ground floor the conversation Yuna and Miss Lasmi had already lost my hearing. 

"There is public transport, Mba. Bus," said Miss Lasmi.

"How much does the bus cost, Buk?" Yuna asked curiously.

"Wow, if the matter doesn't know, Mba! You see Ibuk mah never ride Bus until Jakarta," replied Bu Lasmi innocently.

"Maklum, the villagers," he continued with a small whimper.

In their conversation, I also participated. I was eager to answer all of Ayuna's questions just now.

"No, no, no, no, at least two or thirty thousand" I said.

But I could clearly see the face of Ayuna who was no longer expression when I sat down and was at a table with them.

"Well, that's Mas Danu know, Mba!"

The more you avoid, the more you pursue. I can't just give up. Ayuna Maharani's. Either you are the Maharani figure who continues to bother me even if only in a dream or not. But I presume that you are my Empress in real life.

"A cheap price! But yes, empet-empetan!" As I was in the middle of silence, even Ayuna seemed to be silent. I haven't said a word since I arrived.

"Yes, if you take public transport, Mas! Not to mention ntar nenggol-enggol people, asked for a busker, in what else?"

Miss Lasmi's words are true. This was not to scare Ayuna. This is a reality that I have experienced myself.

"Mending buskers, what about terminal goons? Don't get a crime, huh!" Bodukku again.

Kulirik Ayuna's face that has been seen slumping due to my chat with Miss Lasmi. This time, his feelings were still afraid. 

"Oh, serem. Why would you want to ride an all-bus? Didn't you go home with Mas Danu?"

"We're going in different directions, Mom!"

I just smiled bitterly at her words, leaving behind a slightly heart-wrenching pain. If you really want to stay away from me, this is not the way, Ayuna. 

I will serve you. I want to see how hard your stone-like head is. Even I want to make that hard rock slowly become soft. Can it?

"Are there any online taxis that can take Jakarta, Mom?" 

"Well, I don't know, Mba."

Mom Lasmi stared at me for a moment who could only smile. He asked me a question as if I knew the answer. "Mas, isn't there?" 

I just shook my shoulders, flicked my lips, stared inside Ayuna with her stone head.

"Mas, can't you anterin Mba Yuna even though you're different directions?"

Miss Lasmi's question helped me a lot. Look Yuna, I'll soften your head like a mango.

"Can aja. The problem is what do they want??"

"Well, Danu wants to, Mba! Just go with him. Let's keep. Especially if you want magrib gini,"

Ayuna remained silent. Maybe the stone head was thinking hard about finding a way to get away from me. 

"Bareng, Mba. Later if Mas Danu macem-macem Ibuk be a witness. Let me report to Mr. Robert!" Threaten Miss Lasmi.

"I'm not going to macem, Buk. The important thing is not to be tempted," connect me with a smile. But these eyes never turned anywhere other than staring at Ayuna.

Bugh!

"Yes, you know what's clear!" 

After patting my arm firmly, Ms. Lasmi even laughed happily at my joke. 

Except for the stone head. His style was currently like a stone that could only remain motionless.

"Udah, just go with me. I'm not going to macem" I asked Yuna.

Not happy because it has kept him cornered since. I finally decided to make sense of him.

"If you go alone, I'm afraid you're bullied. Mending is nothing," 

"When you're being told off, held back or something, my heart won't be willing." My next.

Already, either Bu Kurdi or Yuna could only keep quiet. No one's making a sound anymore. We continued eating each other. 

Yuna, when will your frozen heart like polar ice melt? When did your head that hard as a rock soften? I was looking forward to that time. But when?