The Shah of First Love

SERIOUSNESS

Mr. Muji who was talking to Haryawan noticed five young men who were just about to plunge in the world of porters. They need direction and Mr. Muji sighed, it would be very troublesome for him and for Haryawan also other senior workers.

Mr. Muji does not recognize Amarendra. At that time when he saw it, Amarendra was battered. Amarendra was calm because Mr. Muji did not recognize him. But still he was worried.

The first job they all dug, Amarendra already felt a pain in his palm at the beginning of this.

“Heh you, wear gloves.” Mr. Muji gave a pair and Amarendra received, saying a respectful thank you. Ih sha Allah the future-in-law, his inner.

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Kani works as usual, from dawn to clean the house, to breakfast sometimes Madam who makes her own and at 11 o'clock the food must be ready because her Master always comes home during the break to eat at home.

“Where are you off to work, Kani?” The man named Satya asked.

“Ke Malang, Sir.” Kani smiles.

“Away too,” Satya said again and she started eating while feeding her smallest child.

“Please make some fresh tea for you, yes,” pinta Shahnaz and Kani nodded.

Kani puts a fresh tea glass on the table then she covers to her room and the Little one follows. Satya and Shahnaz smile at the closeness of their children with Kani.

“If Kani gets married, it's hard to find a replacement,” Shahnaz said.

“When did he marry?” timpal Satya's.

“Yes don't know, only if he's married.” Shahnaz smiled and Satya could already predict how difficult it would be to find a replacement for the girl.

Later that night, Kani only gets a message from Amarendra. Perhaps the man was tired and Kani also took an early break.

Amarendra was feeling all over his body ache, his hands hurt swinging the hoe all day. He cannot sleep with those who feel the same way. Amarendra fell flat on his back and slapped his own cheek because of the many mosquitoes. It's heavy, he can't. Did he just run away tomorrow?

Amarendra grabs her phone and sees a photo of Kani with her. His intention to run away fell off after seeing that face. He will stay for at least a month. He must get used to it while avoiding Mr. Muji.

The next morning, he had breakfast with others, rice wrap which he said rice sat, spices tasteless even make him nauseous. Amarendra chose to eat bread. She stared at the face on her phone screen, slowly sliding, looking at the photo as she was kissing with Kani. He shifted it roughly as he glanced at Mister Muji who was smiling and he hid the photo. There is a frightening turmoil ready to ambush him at any time, there is concern if Mr. Muji knows who he is.

Time to work begins. Hot, dusty, thirsty, became a new friend to Amarendra. It's obviously different to his workplace yesterday even though the manager sucks and Amarendra is sure he'll be charred within a week of working like this.

“You, what's his name? Here.” Mr. Muji called and Amarendra approached.

“Amar, Sir.” Amarendra gulped and his shoulder was patted by the middle-aged man. Both of his eyes looked agitated and he was according to where he was placed.

After Mr. Muji knew his name, he was often called, greeted, invited to the mosque, just like other workers. Amarendra increasingly feel embarrassed and also shriveled, feeling guilty to the point that he did not feel that he intended to run away even Sunday in this place.

 Kani who felt Amarendra rarely called even thought ignored. Kani calls Yana to ask Amarendra. Yana was nervous about being scared.

“He's sleeping, Yan? Usually he calls when he comes home from work,” said Kani coldly.

Kani tilts her body, looks at the screen of her phone, she is with the man who now feels so changed and Kani associates her with Kirana and her parents who came when they were in Malang that time.

“Are you bored with me, Maren?” kani said slowly and she woke up when the ringtone of the call was heard but not from Amarendra but from an unfamiliar number. Kani picks him up, afraid that something is important about his family in the village. He was silent when he heard that voice, Kalingga.

“Where does Mas Lingga know Kani's number?” kani said slowly.

“From Dahlia, sorry, yes, kind of forced your sister just now. How are you feeling healthy, Kani? Where to work now?” Kalingga's voice was so soft.

Kani served him, feeling he wasn't sleepy yet and tomorrow, tomorrow again, Kalingga kept calling at night. Fill the space left by Amarendra because of his busy work.

Amarendra does not have much time, not good with others if he continues to play mobile phones, Amarendra also sometimes overtime so that his wages slightly rise. Mr. Muji who noticed him felt stunned, although Amarendra who he knew as Amar did not talk much, mangut-mangut according to but he easily absorbed what he directed. His movements that were so weak at the beginning were now so agile.

“He's got a big tall body, sir. Naturally the power is also thumbs up.” Haryawan.

“Ah there is also a big height but sagging, lackluster, she seems to like sports. The body was nice as I was young.” Mr. Muji chuckled and Haryawan wet his eyes for laughing with a joke Mr. Muji, it's a lie, Mr. Muji did not have a body so when young, he was tall thin not much different from now.

The night Amarendra had time, he tried to call but Kani's number was busy. Not usually because he knows Kani never answered the phone from others at this hour, this is a special hour for them to exchange stories even though they are separated. The next night too, Amarendra began to be unsettled, Yana complained that Kani had asked him.

“Aren't we serious now? But why have you changed, Kani.” Amarendra lowered his head and squeezed his already long hair. He's been here two months. Mr. Muji slowly approached, gave her ginger milk and Amarendra received it.

“Have you prayed yet?” asked Mr. Muji and Amarendra nodded. “Who are you coming here?”

“Taken a schoolmate, Sir. Instead of staying home,” he said then sipped his ginger milk.

“Have married?” Mr. Muji stared and Amarendra shook his head. “Very much work, I see you his son wants to learn, not I am not happy you are here. But it is unfortunate, instead of a high school diploma can be useful to apply for jobs in minimarket, factory, or in a better place?”

“For men it's a bit difficult, sir. Depending on the windfall as well, even if there is a diploma or even a scholar if the windfall is in the building yes how.” Amarendra smiled and Mr. Muji laughed.

“I have the biggest daughter like you the age of my son.” Mr. Muji drank his ginger milk and Amarendra was eager to answer that he was older than Kani.

Their conversation ended and Mr. Muji went to his tent. Amarendra is silent, slowly breaking down, he does not want Mr. Muji to know or Kani knows he works here and he hopes to hear the voice of the girl he wants to fight for.

Amarendra opened a hidden photo on his phone, looking at the inappropriate photo, Amarendra saw it long enough until he decided to delete it because it continued to be overshadowed by fear and shame.

 The night he wanted to arrive, Kani could be called, Amarendra paced away from everyone. Afraid that anyone would hear him talk to the girl.

“Where are you going, Maren?” Kani immediately rebuked him.

“I work.” Sounds heavy.

“Why did you ignore me like this? What after what you want you got?” there was a huge accusation that pierced Amarendra's heart.

“What are you talking about, Kani? I work for the seriousness we agreed on that day, don't bring it up again. Forget it, I'm sorry, and I won't do it again. I tried calling from yesterday but your number was busy, it was busy, who did you call? Long time!” Amarendra was firm and Kani cried without a sound, she was happy Amarendra called also upset because only now the man called her. If it can't be at night what time is at rest when there's no time?