The Pain of being Betrayed

Be increasingly homesick

I was at that time already at home in between by the motorcycle taxi driver. A little relieved I felt because my parents did not scold me because coming home was past the limit of my permission to come out.

I went straight into the room with a smile always on my lips. Directly unload the groceries I bought earlier one by one. Starting from the typical souvenirs of the tourist spot is 'Karupuak Sanjai Balado', until the couple clothes we bought earlier.

I came out of the room after changing into a couple dress patterned half-hearted, because the other half is in the clothes have mas Angga. Hahahaha looks very alay indeed, but at that time such a couple shirt is very trendy. If it doesn't have meaning yet, hehe.

I immediately nodded with my family who was chatting on the porch of the house, while giving some souvenirs that I bought earlier.

"Well, this was me buying Mama's favorite snack" I said as I thrust a bag of crackles at my mom.

"Not a lot of you bought it, son?" ask mom while opening the bag.

"Currently, Mah. Because I know Mama's most loyal to this Karupuak Sanjai Balado."

"Well, thank you, baby, because you remember what you like."

"Yes definitely dong Mah."

"But, that's why you came home until Magrib was so. Papa you're so angry when you find out you're gone and Magrib's not home yet."

"Sorry Mah, the bus I was riding to go home a little obstacle, so the road was slow to get here." obviously I lied, because I have not wanted to tell you about my relationship with Mas Angga. Because I think our relationship is still early, it's still corn.

"Why don't you call home, is Mama equally not worried."

"Sorry again Mah. My phone ran out of battery, so I couldn't call home to ngabarin Mama's equally papa" this time I didn't lie because it was true that my phone battery was empty and again in the charger.

"Yes, then you eat there, must not have eaten, right?"

"Yeah Mah, but I want to eat satay claws."

"Yes, buy it, take your sister."

"Well Mah, I want to call Rida first yeah," I said. Well, I have one younger sister and one older brother. My sister and I are five years old, and my sister is three years adrift.

"Ridaa." I shouted, calling my big brother.

"Ridaaaa...!" I shouted again, because my sister never came.

"Oh my sister, yell that."

"You're a sucker, called ngak nyahut-nyahut."

"Well my guy's in the room again, why screaming can go straight to the room."

"Males..!!. Udah, don't say much more, tenenin brother yuk buy satay claw mak Suan."

"I'm in Beliin too?"

"Gosh, since when if you buy food ngak never buy'in for you ha, there you never remember the same brother."

"Okay, let's not have a lot of debate anymore" said Rida while pulling my hand.

We chose to walk to go to the satay mak Suan stall. In my residence, this is one of the most delicious satay because it has been around for a long time.

Before having a stall, this mak Suan went around in a wagon while ringing a trumpet. From the sound of the trumpet, people already know that it is satay mak Suan, and already on the queue in each alley of his house respectively.

"Sir, buy her satay five packs. Everyone wears a claw." asked me when I arrived at the sate mak Suan stall.

"Oh you are Ara, who is here?" ask Grandma Sport. Well, Grandpa Sukan is the wife of his grandfather Suan or commonly called mak Suan the same citizens around, and this Grandpa is his sister my grandmother, the mother of my father, and my mother, you guys understand that, hehe the point is that.

"It's the same Rida, Grandma." Answer me while pointing at Rida.

"What class are you in now?" ask Nek Sport again, as his hands continue to work wrapping his satay.

"Well, Alhamdulillah well finished school immediately get a job, if your sister has been in class?"

"Yes Alhamdulillah, Grandma. If Rida is second grade Junior High."

"Your little brother will soon follow. Well, this is ready." said Nek Sukan while thrusting a bag of crackles containing five packs of satay.

"This is the money," I said and offered fifty thousand bills, but Grandpa Sukan refused instead.

"No need, just bring the money for your snack with your sister,"

"No, Grandma. It's take the money, Grandma's selling."

"It's okay, just take it."

"Okay, sorry Grandma is not her we refuse gifts and sustenance from Grandma, but this is the situation of Grandma again selling, we do not want to make Grandma lose later, this is take Nek."

"Well, Grandma won't force you, thank you for buying Grandma's satay." I took the money out of my hands and immediately looked for her change.

"Yes together, Grandma. Then we go home first, Nek." pamit me after receiving change money from Nek Sukan.

"Yes, be careful on the road." shouted the sportsman, whom we answered with a nod.

Arriving at home I divide one by one the satay that was purchased, and eat it together.

I could not sleep, because until twelve pm there was no news from the Angga mas. Whether he has reached his home or not. It's been a few times on Sms, but there's no reply. Not even on the phone was picked up which made me even more worried.

Half an hour later, my phone rang. Quickly I lifted her up.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas."

"Walaikumsalam, I'm sorry to hear about you. It's I just got home."

"Thank God, Mas arrived safely at home, I was so worried to know."

"Thank God, this is also thanks to the prayer of the future wife."

"Oh, I'm starting again."

"What's it start?"

"His dreadlocks, yes mending Mas clean up first, eat up it's rest."

"Now, Mas still misses."

"Well, I've seen you, Mas. Cook it again."

"Biarin, I want her near you continue, do not want to be far from you."

"Propheme, there will come a time when we will always be together."

"Yes, but when?"

"Yes wait for the right time, the time when we have been united in the sacred bond of marriage."

"I want it now." whine mas Angga across there.

"Iih.., Mas don't bother, already there shower. I'm so sleepy, I want to work tomorrow too."

"Yes.yes. Yes, then I take a shower first. You also sleep well do not forget to dream of me, Love you dear." said mas Angga who makes my heart feel want to be dislodged to hear the words of love from him.

" Yes, love you too."