The Love of Ordinary Men

Rigid man

That afternoon after deciding to go home, Raksa rushed to meet his mother at a simple roadside meal. Her mother worked as a domestic assistant and other extra jobs. Luckily his employer had a restaurant in an area close to his house. The owner kindly gave the position of cook for his mother, because Maman knew, the woman's cooking has an interesting taste. In fact, even though small, the restaurant is always crowded and selling sweet. Not infrequently, he gave extra money for Dayu's hard work so far.

Actually, Maman, the middle-aged man was concerned about the economic situation of the widow of the one child, so he could not hesitate to give some of his provisions to Dayu and her child. For Maman, they both consider themselves like family.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Maman. Raksa's here to pick up Mom. Is he busy?" ask Raksa politely. Kissed the back of Maman's hands with respect. Maman used to see it, even so his smile could not be hidden. Maman liked the character of the boy. So lucky Dayu, has a son as good as Raksa. Unlike him, life is adequate but his children are busy with their respective affairs. Until the age of the head of five, he had not visited his son since the incident twenty years ago. The misunderstanding of the day made him lose the attention of his children.

"Your mother is busy in the kitchen. You better accompany your father to play chess" invite Maman friendly. Raksa was like his own son.

"Oh, yes, sir. I accompany" he replied, putting his sling bag on the wooden chair.

No matter how many minutes passed, the game was finally won by Raksa. Simultaneously, Dayu finished from his job. Immediately he paid back to Mr. Maman. Afraid that if it continues, this game will be late at night. He felt sorry for his mother, he was tired all day working.

.........

As usual, every night Raksa would massage his mother's body. Without a word, the man will only sleep when his mother sleeps. The queen has to make sure her mother is okay.

"So how does it work? smoothly?"ask him gently.

Raksa was silent, her manic staring at her mother's soothing shady bead. Raksa is not a person who likes to lie. Especially to his mother, but it was hard to tell the bad events of this afternoon. Raksa doesn't want his mother to think. Raksa does not want his mother burdened with his responsibilities. This is all Raksa's fault. He who does, then he must also be responsible. Even though you do not know, you have to find a loan where.

"Alhamdulillah, smoothly, ma'am" Raksa broke up lying.

Maybe mother's feelings for her child. Mayu could see the lie in her son's eyes. Dayu knows the nature of Raksa. The boy is not good at lying. However, he understands. Dayu believes her son can overcome her problems. He will not demand, but wait for Raksa himself who wants to tell a story. Dayu smiled, her Raksa is now growing into an adult male. She is grateful to have a son like Raksa. A flash of tightness slipped in remembering first, the family even her own husband insisted on aborting his womb. Maybe someday, Raksa will know everything. Let time play a role, for now Dayu is not ready to tell it. But later, sooner or later everything will be revealed.

The rubbing of Raksa's shoulders seemed to strengthen. If you are with his mother, Raksa will behave like a five-year-old child. Hugged the mother tightly. Channeling all his complaints all day. Mother is a woman who is easily loved by her child. His patient and understanding nature turned out to decline to Raksa, his only child.

"Mom believes, Raksa can" said the mother cheered. Raksa smiled, kissing her mother's cheek. Despite being around 4 heads old, her mother still looks beautiful and youthful.

The man nodded, "Alforce dear mother, keep healthy, ma'am. Wait for Raksa to succeed, later Raksa to make a luxurious palace for mother".

Dayu chuckles at hearing it, rubbed his son's head dear. "Mother just asks you to be happy, no matter how difficult your situation will be, take time to always be grateful and happy, Sa"

"Because of happiness, you make yourself"

His mother's body tightly. From him, Raksa got many life lessons. From him also the character of Raksa formed.

.........

This morning felt so tiring, it felt like it took a full day for Ralin to roll with his pillow and bolster. The alarm beside him was repeatedly turned off because it disturbed his sleep. Feeling annoyed, unmitigated Ralin slammed him. His habit of throwing things when annoyed was indeed no doubt. Even the phone is often changed, not because of boredom, but damaged formless.

Just changed position comfortable, the thunderous voice of his best friend disturbed his morning sleep. Can't it be a day, Ralin has his own time?.

It's Sunday, can't he take a day off? even on holiday, he was still required to work.

"Wake up slackers! There are many contracts that you have to sign. Now is not the time to be lazy"

Andini Araya, her manager and best friend. That beautiful and chatty woman was like a big sister to him. No matter how angry Ralin was with him, it would not take more than a day for Ralin to silence him. Andini understood how her best friend was. No matter how bad her attitude is, she is still a fragile woman who needs affection. In front of everyone, Ralin could look strong, but with him, the arrogant woman would turn into herself. Ralin would only cry when alone or with her. His best friend was too good at hiding wounds.

"Thirty minutes, I'm waiting downstairs" Ralinka grumbled to hear it. In addition to the regulator, the chatty woman is also at her own will, her mind is full of meaning.

"It's fucking, lo, Ndin!" that's what you can hear from there. Andini just chuckled at hearing it. It's mundane.

Talks continued in the car, with a stack of files that Ralinka had to sign. Her eyes were interested in seeing a file offering her a contract to model for a popular music video this year.

Unintentionally having a conversation yesterday afternoon with a man named Raksa filled the mind of Ralin. Actually a man like Raksa is not his type. Ralin preferred a cool man rather than an unfashionable man like himself.

"The monster, the stiff man" he murmured.

Even so, Raksa and her personality, Ralin likes.

.........

This afternoon, Raksa decided to look for additional work. Finding a job is difficult now. Especially if only the capital of the High School diploma. Rejected here and there does not make Raksa discouraged. How else, he must immediately pay off his lens debt to Mr. Brata, his boss.

Take a break, accompanied by a cup of cold milk coffee that refreshes his mind. This is where Raksa steps his foot. His friend's coffee shop, Andre. Vintage atmosphere provides its own comfort for the connoisseurs.

"Tumben lo, catch this, Sa, where are you from?" andre asked to examine the appearance of Raksa who looked different.

"I'm looking for extra work, Ndre. From morning till noon it was the same. Stay rejected. You know, I just graduated High School. The harder the rival" there was a smile at the end of his sentence.

Raksa is still the same as before. The man was so polite and stiff. And Andre doesn't dispute that. Maybe for some people, Raksa will look boring, but for Andre, Raksa will look different from others. From the man, Andre got many life lessons. Raksa is a very reliable friend, at least when he is at the lowest point. Andre won't forget that. Maybe it's time to repay Raksa's kindness all along. After all, a little help won't hurt him, will it?.

"Your coffee shop tumbens are quiet, usually crowded?" ask Raksa wonder. Not usually the coffee shop owned by his friend was quiet.

"Saturday, Sunday, it's open here at five in the afternoon until midnight. Lo, don't you see that board over there?" clearly, making Raksa turn his face towards the designated direction.

How could he not see such clear writing? his hand moved rubbing the nape that did not itch.

"Why do you help me work here? so barista, later I teach, and about the salary we can discuss later, the important thing is you agree first, how?" asked Andre, who immediately greeted Raksa's enthusiastic response.

Andre could see that happiness glazed over his eyes. Andre thinks Raksa needs this job. Andre was happy to see his good friend happy.

"Are you serious, Ndre?" the man asked nodded steadily.

"Lo's happiness, my happiness, Sa. Relaxing" embraced the shoulders of Raksa trying to encourage.

"Thank's bro"

Andre chuckled at hearing it. "I think you should learn to use my logic, Sa. Let's not be so stiff"