Starting From Grey

Bagaswara Anugrah

"A true man will not touch the woman he loves, he will keep her until there is a legitimate bond, just touch her."

(Film, Buruan Kiss Me)

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Mutia opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the dawn. He felt his body ache he let out a heavy sigh. His mind went back to yesterday.

After returning home from the clinic, Abi escorted Mutia back home. Then Mutia could only lie in her room until night and take turns to visit her family.

"I haven't been able to say thank you." Mutia said to herself. Then he turned to the left side, there was the figure of a gentle-hearted male candidate, Fahri Abdullah. His sister did not leave him for a moment when the boy found out that Mutia was sick. Even at the beginning of seeing Mutia carried Abi her sister was crying without a sound.

Carrying?

As the memories entered the pseudo-shadow in Mutia's vision, a warmth crept down her cheeks, embarrassment began to approach her. What the hell's been going on? Mutia again whined inwardly.

"Why should he be O Allah" mutia whispered in her heart.

"Do you want Arif to carry you?" question from the other side of him.

"Of course not," Mutia replied quite loudly while shaking her head ambiguously. Then she felt her sister muttering in her sleep, she gently stroked the sister's head to calm down.

Mutia moved to the bathroom when she saw her sister had calmed down. It's a long weekend, because of the national holiday. He should be grateful that he was given pain during the holidays so as not to make it difficult for others.

After clearing herself Mutia sat in the front seat of her study table, she remembered something then she immediately looked for it. He remembered that he had brought some of his students' replicas, and he was afraid that the bag containing the sheet was left behind at school. But he was grateful when he saw the note attached to the table.

The bag containing the sheet of paper is next to the table and your briefcase is near the shoe rack and the shoes you wear. Keep health.

Mutia smiled looking at the note, she knew full well who left the message. Then she took the hijab that was on the hanger and stepped out of her room.

"Are you healthy?" ask Rifa who also just came out.

"Alhamdulillah already, Brother." Mutia walked over to the older brother. "Where's Arka?"

"He walks with his father" replied Rifa as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Sir, how do offices work?"

"Lumayan is time-consuming," replied Rifa while taking some vegetables from the refrigerator. Mutia just nodded in understanding.

"Why?" rifa asked walking towards the drawer, Mutia just smiled while carrying the fruit she was about to peel.

"Don't just think" Mutia replied slowly.

"You want to change your mind?"

"About what?" mutia asked, looking at the sister.

"Yes about office staff." Mutia simply chuckled while shaking her head.

"I don't think so, I prefer a regular guy. Or a job like sister Dilan, well even though she was left behind almost two months of vacation is also long. He's a free worker." Mutia started to laugh.

"But earnings are not fixed" Rifa said.

"God's vision is terrible, Brother." Mutia argued again.

"Well it's conscious, so there's no harm in not an office worker. They are also trying to welcome the windfall." Mutia smiled then nodded.

"But that doesn't change my criteria" said Mutia smilingly then stepping towards the dishwashing to wash the fruits she would peel.

"Are you healthy, baby?" asked the mother to enter the kitchen with her father.

"Thank God, sorry to worry."

"What are you saying" said the mother.

Then that morning they spent time together with various talks that were quite fun. And here lies the simple happiness. We talk and talk a lot with our family.

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"Mutia" called Dhimas when Mutia had just entered the house after dropping off her sister and mother who were going to the supermarket.

"Yes Well" replied Mutia sitting next to the father. With ease he sat and leaned on the shoulder of the father spoiled.

"Are you healthy?" tanya Dhimas looked at the face of Mutia who still looked a little pale.

"Alhamdulillah already, 'the Mutia is the daughter of the hero Father." Mutia said in a joking tone.

"Have you met Dilan?" Mutia looked at the old father then she nodded her head in a sign that she had met Dilan. "It's Dad."

"Do you have an answer?" ask the father expectantly.

"Does Mutia have any reason to refuse if you've agreed to it and have kept it all for so long?" mutia asked with my eyes, she was still worried but she was sure that her father would not plunge the dirinyq in a misleading valley.

"So you agree?" ask Dhimas with sparkling eyes.

"Agree on terms," Mutia said in a resolute and serious tone.

"Condition?" dhimas asked uncertainly, then stared intensely at Mutia's eyes, he saw her daughter nod with confidence.

"All right, what?" tanya Dhimas.

"Make Mutia tonight too," Mutia said firmly and lips gave a sincere smile. Dhimas gulped his saliva slowly full of passion, not full of difficulty like him.

"Are you sure about all that?" ask Dhimas slowly.

"Remain," Mutia replied firmly there was no doubt at all, making Dhimas even harder to swallow.

"Dad why? Don't you want Mutia to get married soon?" asked the subtle Mutia, Dhimas looked at Mutia with a gaze that hinted at the myriad of love and affection within.

"If you can be honest, Dad is not at all ready to be replaced in your heart," said Dhimas Pilu, there is a sense of tightness in his chest.

"Dad, didn't you often ask Mutia to get married?"

"There are times when it is, and sometimes it is not. I'm still reluctant to share with a stranger who's suddenly close to you easily and quickly." Mutia looked at the father with a face of disbelief, she was not sure of the father's words.

"Mutia, sometimes I want you to get married immediately and get happiness and perfect the sunah rosul. But the side of my heart also sometimes still can not accept all this, Dad knows this is wrong but I really do not understand how to interpret it. I used to casually derail the matchmaking that people made for you, because I thought Dad had one strong candidate who would still accept you. But when that candidate asks you, what should I do? Dad gave it all up. I hope this heart will accept as time passes by your ta'arufan. But today I got a really surprising thing, you're conditional on getting married tonight, I really don't know what to do."

Mutia smiled at all the words of the father, she knew the anxiety of a father who would release his child, but Mutia was still Mutia. He would never back down from his perception.

"Doesn't good things have to be done?" mutia asked calmly, as calm as the pool water.

"Yes, but not so fast." Dhimas squeezed Mutia's nose furiously, but in his heart he was grateful that his son did not seem depressed by the decision he made.

"Bagas sent the proposal almost ten years ago" said Dhimas firmly but implied gentleness.

"Republica?" mutia asked unsure.

"Yes, Bagaswara Anugrah. Your senior that we met at the cafe," Dhimas replied confidently. He smiled looking at his daughter's face that was so tense. He knew exactly what was going on in the girl's mind, but he had no intention of changing the perception that was in his brain he would just let things go for sure.

"You still want to get married tonight?" dhimas asked with a triumphant smile.

"Give me a week" Mutia said quickly. He doesn't know why, but he's still in a dilemma. Why of the many applications that enter must be from people he knows. Mutia thought it might be possible to marry a person she just knew better than anyone she had in the past.

"Why?" dhimas asked still with his beautiful smile. Mutia just looked up then threw away her face in embarrassment. It's a new thing, he changes decisions quickly usually he always thinks old can decide.

"Why? Isn't it easier. You already know each other, what are you afraid of?"

"Is he asking me?" mutia asked inwardly, She is still not sure of everything.

"What are you thinking? Shouldn't good things be done?" dhimas asked in a witty tone, he was happy to tease his daughter who was hit by pomegranate. He knew full well that worry, so flirting was a fun thing.

"Dad," Mutia said as she sulked, and Dhimas happily carried Mutia into his arms.

"I wasn't called in" said Rifa, who had just come out of her room. Then Dhimas spread his arms wide to welcome his eldest daughter into the arms and happily Rifa immediately threw her body into the warm embrace of the father, then they laughed happily.

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Truth can be covered with words. (Kru Kepo)

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Mutia entered a cafe that was quite crowded at lunchtime, she was planning to meet someone who was making a fuss in her heart, in choosing this cafe because it avoids both-and-a-dualan at once because he knows this is a fairly private area owned by the target. He did not know if the senior was building a business near the place at work, really Mutia is not a girl who likes to hang out so she was blind to the places of the group of young people. He does love culinary but he prefers to experiment at home with some ingredients and manage as he pleases.

Mutia took a seat on the corner bench, she noticed there were some live plants around the table that intrigued her. Then he circulated his gaze to the area that seemed so crowded there were approximately three servants who were busy serving customers. He was repeatedly amazed by the interior design that looks so beautiful to the eye but it also gives the impression of being comfortable to see it.

This bagas-owned cafe is located around the area of high school children and private universities, so by taking the theme of the garden and combining several books to read makes its own appeal, making it a special attraction, what's more there are some angles that are written some meaningful words as in the area there are pictures of some elements of the compound there is also a picture of the leaves and description of photosynthesis.

"Welcome to our cafe, here's the menu book. Please order." A servant greeted Mutia in a friendly tone, Mutia just muttered thank you and pulled out her phone. He opened sheet by sheet of the menu while typing a message telling Bagas that he was already in his cafe. Do not ask where he got contact Bagas, because he got from the father who turned out to be a Bagas lecturer while taking S1. The world looks narrow, right?

"I want to order a fruit salad, sub fish with white rice and also do not forget the sauce. Drink melon juice without milk." Mutia said politely then she looked up. There was a surprised look as he stared at the waiter of Bagas cafe. It was not because of the clothes that were a little lacking in materials or because of the radiant beauty, but because she saw the person she knew before her eyes.

"Luvia," Mutia said making the girl who was busy writing turn her head towards Mutia. The girl was surprised, even the girl named Luvia was holding one of the chairs to support her body.

A little more may be but that's what happened, Luvia and Mutia don't have a good thing to remember because in the early teens they competed with each other and dedicated that they were eternal rivals.

"You work here?'' mutia asked quietly she also blamed herself, she knew the question that spontaneously came out of her mouth was a very unqualified question.

"Yes, how are you? It's not too late, am I asking?" Luvia kept her voice from shaking. Mutia smiled sincerely, a thing that even Luvia was unsure of.

"Thank God very well, maybe next time we can talk together." Mutia said kindly, so that friendly smile was transmitted to Luvia's lips.

"God willing," Luvia replied happily.

"You seem to know each other?" bagas said mediate two girls who look strange in the eyes of anyone who looks.

Without answering any questions from Bagas, Luvia resigned. Bagas raised one eyebrow in wonder, why did Luvia look timid? It was completely different from the silly habits of the girl.

"Assalamualaikum," Mutia's greeting turned Bagas's gaze away from his employees.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered Bagas taking a seat before Mutia.

"You know my employees?" ask Bagas to Mutia.

"After almost 7 years of not meeting, Brother Bagas asked that?" mutia said she didn't like it. Bagas just chuckled.

"Has your taste for conversation changed?" ask Bagas and relax.

"meaning?"

"Aren't you the girl who doesn't like to mince words, because you think it's trite?"

"At least ask the news there's nothing wrong." Mutia issued her opinion, either because of what it was that he even invited Bagas to argue about something that was not important.

"I see you're fine and you see me fine. Isn't that more than enough?" Bagas said calmly as he played his finger at the table. Mutia sighed and Bagas gave a triumphant smile.

"Then you know the girl Abi was gonna drag to KUA?" tanya Bagas made Mutia look up immediately, she was sure what she heard was not something wrong. His ears were still functioning well, but what was Bagas saying?

"Sorry," Kara Mutia was unsure.

"Yes, Luvia." Bagas said calmly, he observed Mutia's fickle countenance.

"He's my Junior High friend," Mutia replied quietly, then came the waiter who presented Mutia's order.

"I want orange juice, yes" Bagas told the waiter.

"What brings you here?" tanya Bagas changed the topic, he knew that in Mutia's brain was at war with his words earlier.

"I'm hungry to eat." Mutia nonchalantly left Bagas towards the sink. Bagas smiled with Mutia's indifferent behavior that still remained attached to the girl despite the years running.

Mutia returned, she ate her fruit salad quietly, as if she was eating alone not caring about the existence of the sweet man in front of her. After he finished eating the fruit salad he just dipped his mouth and cleared his throat.

"Why did Bagas put forward a proposal?" mutia asked calmly, although in her heart there were many things she wanted to say.

"Proposals?" tanya Bagas was not sure.

"Yes, to my father ten years ago" Mutia replied.

"Oh, why?"

"Why?" mutia asked in an unconvinced tone, she was astonished by Bagas' casual response.

"Have you read the proposal? I'm sure I haven't." Bagas asked but he also answered himself, the corner of his lips lifted and there was a twitch on his cheek, like holding back a laugh.

"Why brother?"

"There's nothing wrong with that proposal? Every man has the right to choose the woman he wants to apply for. And as women you have the right to refuse." Bagas sipped the juice that was in front of him. Mutia was silent, she knew very well what Bagas said was a truth.

"Did you refuse?'' tanya Bagas with an expressionless face except flat.

"Do I have any answers other than yes, if someone proposes to me at a time that is suspended for so long but still remains faithful to wait." Bagas smiled, the cold rays from his eyes disappeared already.

"Good, keep your decision. When can I apply directly?"

"No need, I just want to get married on a Friday night this week," Mutia said firmly. He tried to assert himself.

"Well," said Bagas with his calm and friendly smile, a smile that had long been the hallmark of a Bagas.

"Abi," called Bagas to look at his cousin. Abi turned his head then he stepped closer to the table, Abi was surprised by the girl sitting with Bagas, he sure recognized her.

"Assalamualaikum," said Abi then shook hands with Bagas after his greeting was answered, then Abi turned his head and cupped both hands towards Mutia.

Mutia did the same while nodding. Then he went back down. He doesn't know what's going on with him, he's like he doesn't have faith right now.

"Sit down" said Bagas, and Abipun took a seat.

"Are you healthy?" abi asked, looking towards Mutia.

"Alhamdulillah," replied Mutia nicely.

"Take care" Abi said, then turned to Bagas.

"Where did you think of my request yesterday?" Abi asked Bagas, then Mutia casually ate her lunch.

"Say you don't want Via to dress openly" replied Bagas nosily.

"Yes, one of them is." Abi replied calmly. Making Mutia choke, she immediately took a deep breath to unravel the sense of tightness.

"Do you need a drink?" Abi asked while thrusting Mutia's juice.

"No," Mutia replied as she shook her head. After the discomfort of choking, Mutia resumed eating regardless of Abi or Bagas.

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