The Rainiest Woman

Episode 7's

Shawwal : Pris, your mother asked me ‘gak?

Shawwal seemed to want to know how my mother thought of him. Ah, I'm so lazy to explain. How can I say that my father and mother were expecting him to be my husband. Later there he even geer.

Meningan chat from Shawwal ‘gak I reply. Fortunately settings wa I have set so that his Last Seen died and tick ‘gak blue So I ‘gak need to feel guilty for being dead without any reply.

Uh, but come to think of it like my phone has found its function. After that, I only use this phone to play Instagram and read books in Ipusnas doang. This is at least the first time I've ever chatted with a guy.

Never mind, mending me again just a data package. Work also ‘gak can hold the phone for a long time. Moreover, the cctv camera always highlights me whether ready or not. Uh, I've been so stiff all day. I think the cctv camera wants me duct tape. All day I thought about the cctv camera function. I mean, I ‘kan ‘gak is sharing sembako, why also highlighted continue.

If I can be honest I'm the guy ‘gak like dandan. But back again to the cctv camera that ‘no morals just keep highlighting me along the memory lane. I can be reprimanded if I look bad when serving consumers.

A cashier, especially a girl, is led to look neat, and her makeup must also be polished nicely. Always smiling, professional and friendly. Besides appearance as the main thing. A cashier is also required to be introspective and deft, physical also must always be fit.

Armed from my job as a cashier this seems I am so good at smiling, ‘tak care if you are upset, ‘tak well. Problems cannot take away my smile.

After at least 8 hours of my work under crazy supervision, suddenly Sata came to buy a pack of cigarettes. Fortunately I brought the letter I received from Mas Sata yesterday.

“Mas, here's my letter backin.”

“You've read, Pris?” tanyakanya.

“Iya I have read it, the writing is good,” replied I grinned.

“So ‘gimana? I was accepted ‘gak?” ask Sata seriously.

“That's a love letter huh, Mas? I don't think so. Uh, ‘how are you? I haven't prepared the answer yet, Mas.”

“You ‘you don't know if it's a love letter? My time used to express that love, yes, pack a letter, and until now I do not update again how to shoot girls. How old are you, Pris?”

“Well how old is it, Mom? The girl is very sensitive you asked age ama weight. But I answered. I'm 24, Mas.”

“Hmmm .. We are different 14 years, Pris.”

“Ah, gapapa. I don't want to age for romance. But love when I think about it first, Mas.”

 

‘Actually I am indeed ‘have never had a romance as well, hehe’ my inner self.

“But if ‘gak accepted is also okay. You are young and beautiful, ‘gak fits me. I'm ready to be rejected.”

“Don't say ‘gitu, Mas.” I got carried away by haru.

“You want me to drive you home? I've been ‘t talked to father and mother, they ‘how are you?”

“Bby, coincidentally my working hours are done.”

‘Normally Shawwal who picked up, but if afternoon ‘gini like he had not come home from work deh. Yaudah I went home with Mas Sata aja’ my inner self.

The streets this afternoon are hot not to mention traffic jams and vehicle pollution. All the way home I imagined how the rice grains inside the ricecooker became rice. Rice evolved into rice by heat, whereas I evolved to become irritated by heat. At least on the street I am free to express, want to be coxed, gedek, empet. Unlike in the workplace, you have to keep smiling in conditions and situations.

 

Our arrival home tepergok by the father who was taking care of his bonsai tree in front of the terrace. With a swift father immediately approached us, then pulled mas Sata invited him into the house. Ah mr. plinplan. Yesterday he said he wanted to chat with Shawwal, but now mas Sata is also still drawn-dance ‘gitu.

 

“Nak Sata has been a long time we ‘chat. Let's go in first we drink tea,” said the father.

“Iya Pak .. Wahayaknya healthy nih Mr?”

“God darn ‘never sick. Frequent sports bias, let alone the father of young ‘have never smoked.”

Hearing the words of the father just now mas Sata was seen secretly moving a pack of cigarettes that were nailed to the shirt into the pocket of his jeans, so as not to be obvious if in fact he was a smoker. He also seems not to be watching. Seeing that I instantly closed my mouth with my hands, hiding my most cute little laugh in the world.

While the father and mas Sata were chatting in the living room, I went straight into the room. Because I knew that the letter from Mas Sata was his love letter to me then I read it for the second time. This time I not only admired his metaphor, more than that. I lived every romantic word that was plunged into the deepest recesses of the heart.

Mas Sata to me is not just stiff on his letter. He is also the same foot in everyday life. All of that is clear from the way of socializing that is so formal. If you talk to mas Sata ‘gak wonder that I am always amazed. Often he will bow his head as a thank you or at least just give respect, and even worse if talking with mas Sata is very raw. I was like chatting with a big Indonesian dictionary.

From the kitchen, she brought two glasses of warm tea with a round slap patterned with flowers. Looks like mom and dad are really excited. Though his son does not necessarily like the same sip ria culun. But at least I'm starting to feel happy. We are 14 years old, but at least I know Sata is a good guy.

Pika .. pikaaa .. cuuuu ….

 

My phone's notification sounds really cute. I saw on the mobile phone a call in the name of Shawwal. Don't know why this is how it feels. I started ignoring Shawwal, and the phone I just let it ring spoiled .

 

I still wonder about my feelings. When I was with Shawwal and comfortable with him, I automatically started to ignore Sata. But if I am anxious with the attitude of the ugly and romantic Sata mas I will also ignore Shawwal. The heart cannot be guessed how it works. I'm just late, but I think falling in love will be more calming when you're with someone who can guide and mature.

At that time I began to kepo with a conversation between father and mas Sata. Since my room and the living room are next to each other, may their chatter be heard as well if I'm really serious about eavesdropping.

“Which way with Prisa, you like, Son?” ask father.

“Iya I really like Sir. But at least let it be like this first. Even if my love claps one hand to Prisa I've already legowo.”