The Enchantment of Madam

Somplakku Opium for you!

It's the third day Mrs Gothic is hospitalised. The blisters and swelling have started to improve, only the bruises are still quite visible. Even from yesterday I've been to the office as usual because of Mbak Gothic who told me to.

'Don't ge'er, Le!

Mbak Gothic just did not want to see you next to him, because you who incidentally always make him high blood and tipped anxious.'

Damnit damnit! The devil in my heart always disturbs my imagination when imagining sweet things about the Gothic Sister.

Maybe I am adorable to him. The figure of a man who is quite far away with his age that he must appreciate and be referred to as a husband. Even now the word and behavior are very far away. It's okay, isn't a hard stone also long will be sunken as exposed to water droplets if it continues to drip with continue? However, this is not about water and rocks.

Maybe it was like I was punching holes in the feelings of the Gothic Mother who was almost petrified because she was disappointed by her future husband first. I knew it would be hard to break through her heart. Especially in his eyes I just leaned in to make him emotional.

Hey, Mommy! Don't you know, that my simplicity makes it hard for women to forget me? Somplakku, opium to you!

[Le, don't pick me up at the hospital. I went home to be picked up by the driver. Father and Mother also I just told you when I was at home.] Fill in a chat from Mbak Gothic.

[Geez! I'll be angry with Mr. Bobby, Iah, Ma'am!] I replied to the message because I am currently in the field and having lunch with one of the wholesale owners.

[No, I said to Mother's father that you were picked up. So, you calm down.] The reply made me smile.

"Sir, excuse me for a second, will you? I want to go to the toilet for a while" I said to the owner of the brochure and he nodded with a friendly smile.

I left the owner of the garage and headed towards the toilet. It just so happened that it was quiet enough here that I entered one toilet at the very end. Not to pee, but just to call the Gothic Mother who had managed to make me happy with the chat that he threw at me as if defending himself in front of his father.

"Why call?" answer the Gothic ma'am from inside the phone.

"Gue's just a mo mastiin if Mbak's really home, right?"

"Udah. No video calls, males me!"

"Yes, not a video call, just mo ask about the short message that Mbak sent to parents Mbak, it was deliberately a lie for me, right? Let me look good in the eyes of both of his parents. Em ... in fact, although I am not good, it is also good, kok, Mbak. Gemesin again," I said at length while grinning.

Silent.

"Mr? You're still there, right?" I said because there was no sound.

"Mr? Whoa!" Again, I called him back.

It seems like the Gothic Sister is angry, she does not say in the phone and this seems to be her habit. Shut up when he's upset and his venom ends up crying.

The heart was restless because I repeatedly called his name without him harrumphed until the sound of knocking on the door outside sounded in the ear.

"Mass? Mas's? Mas again b*ker or again drama in the toilet room, anyway? Rame is very, but alone," said one man.

Embarrassed, I finally came out of the toilet and smiled at the man who was the toilet keeper.

"Sorry, Bang. I'm in a row" I said, giving him twenty thousand dollars in his hand.

"No need, make a brother. Itung-itung bantuin ear brother who might budek the same conversation I had on the phone just now." I said while continuing to walk and try to look at the screen of the phone.

My eyes were round when I realized that the phone had been dead for some time.

"Was Gothic Ma'am not nyut, hape I'm just dead. Hadeuhhh ...." I rubbed my face and pinched my slightly runny nose.

The hand of the watch pointed to the number two which meant I had to go back to the office to give a report.

**

The current cloudy in the sky was so dense and thick. The cold weather mixed with the wind was so felt as I walked towards the parking lobby.

True my guess, when the butt sat in the car seat finally rained so hard. I spurred the car because I was about to pass some of the usual flood road points.

Congrats! I have passed the flood-prone road point. However, I slowed down the speed of the vehicle when the phone that was being charged using the power bank I put on the dashboard of the car suddenly turned on. Apparently a chat from Mbak Gothic and I opened it.

[Le, I want a makasar coto, dong!] The contents of the message from the Gothic Mother.

I pulled over the car for a while to reply to a message from Mbak Gothic.

[Others, yes. Would I go to Makassar first?] I sent a message with a smile.

"Definitely cranky, huh, haha."

I stared at the phone screen and spoke while waiting for a reply to a message from Mbak Gothic. Not long ago a reply came from the mobile number Mbak Gothic.

[Isa! Coto makasar who's our home, you know, Le. The resto at the crossroads is not me telling you to buy a coto to Makassar. I have no thoughts, what?!] The reply by tucking in angry emoticons made my lips smile again because they imagined the Gothic Sister with such an expression. Looks adorable.

"Yes, yeah. I'm just kidding. Yes, the first time I went to Makassar? Stale hunting is coto. Mending both of us there, right? Haha...." I sent a voice note to Mbak Gothic then turned off the phone because there was a lightning sound that began to strike.

I drove back the car at the speed of heading home. Right at the intersection of three I parked the car just to buy the Coto makasar order Mbak Gothic.

"Mas, coto makasar one, wrapped, huh?!" I asked when I was at the resto.

"Good, Mas. Waiting," said the passenger so friendly.

I sat in a chair not far from the cashier table because there was nothing I ordered other than the makasar coto. Didn't wait for such a long time the makasar coto was already in my hands. I paid immediately and then left the resto.

I drove back the car after what was ordered by Mbak Gothic was in hand. The car was relaxed because the distance was not too far from the resto I stopped by. However, there was one car parked in the courtyard of the Gothic Mother's house.

I grabbed an umbrella and a plastic one containing a Styrofoam box in which there was a makasar coto wrapped again using plastic, ketupat, crackers and other toppings.

Walking towards the slightly open door, then I pushed it slowly. There is a pair of eyes of a Gothic Mbak glazed with fingers grasped by a man who is turning his back on me at this time.