The Shah of First Love

CUCU

The aroma of cooking stimulates the sense of smell, Endungkas was waiting on a plastic chair, watching his brother who was so painstakingly cooking. He did not want to be helped by Shamsir who always scolded when it comes to eating.

“You wait there, narrow, blocking the way.” His brother, Kaniraras. I don't know how many times I asked him to step aside but he stayed.

“Kani.ada package.” Ms. Ismi came and gave her the package she just received. Kani stared for a moment and gave it to Pamungkas.

“Your book,” he said was short and you just wanted to go to see but Syamsir bothered him, wanted to see too. Kani who heard the babbling of her two younger brothers just smiled faintly and continued the work.

“How's your new workplace? At home?” ask Ms. Ismi. Kani nodded. He just worked at a new place, the two-story Ayas Tamales Shop, there provides a variety of school supplies, household appliances, anyway complete. The cool room and CCTV are installed perfectly to avoid theft but sometimes mischief.

 She was happy and grateful, clutching her new shirt to her chest. Kani smiled and Bu Ismi silently watched her.

Ms. Ismi sighed, wanting to talk about something, but it was clear what she wanted to talk about would make Kani upset and pout for days. Yes, he can only continue to pray that his son will soon find a good man and get married.

Kani and Bu Ismi prepare their dinner which is very luxurious menu. Seafood ala Kani's. Everyone sat down, the new Mr. Muji also sat down. Everyone ate together listening to the final chatter. Kani chews her food and occasionally Mr. Muji catches a blank stare. Unable to reprimand even though he wanted to and after finishing, Kani went into the room, laying down her body. He was tired and sleepy too. His body rolled around several times and was silent after finding the most comfortable position.

Yana:

Sunday there's an event at home, coming up, yeah.

Kani silently read Yana's message. Whether it's what she's referring to or maybe her second child's birthday, has it been a year? She felt like just yesterday Yana's second child was born. Time passed by unfeeling and the pain left by loved ones still scarred in his heart.

“How many years has it been? I kept mumbling, is he okay? I never found the answer because I didn't know where he was on the other side of the Earth. Do you still remember me? Obviously not, but I can't forget you.”, Kani whispers while shifting one photo with her that she misses too much.

***

A few days ago he heard the name again, but the effect until now, he could not sleep, massaged his nose, collapsed and rolled around but still drowsy would not stop. Amarendra was sitting on a chair with both feet up, his hands hanging, staring at the watch he saw every morning, it was annoying and his hands were down, he dropped the watch into the trash. He should have thrown it away a long time ago.

The next morning, he felt dizzy from not sleeping all night, enjoying his breakfast and occasionally answering questions from his two nephews. He's already promised to take the two for a walk if there's time and this week he's a little relaxed.

Amarendra glanced at the housekeeper who picked up dirty clothes and trash from his room. His mouth stopped chewing and his hands were raised.

“Wait, Bi. I felt like dropping something important last night.” He got up and approached the woman. His hand reached into the plastic bag and his forehead shriveled, the clock was not there.

“Why, Mas?” The woman asked.

“Where, the?” Amarendra panicked and confirmed again. The woman was confused especially those who were having breakfast earlier noticed.

“Maren, what are you looking for?” lusi and Amarendra cried coldly. He kept looking for nothing. He looked at the woman suspiciously and asked where it was going. Dare to swear that he did not take it and Amarendra went into the room, he pulled out his neat bed. Looking around with a face full of sweat and occasionally squeezing her hair. Mother to see so also with Lusi. He remained unanswered and busy himself.

Susi who was afraid to leave late. Mother helps to find even though she knows what her child is looking for. Maybe it's an important file or something about work because Amarendra is very tense.

Amarendra patted his own forehead. Mother silently watched. Amarendra just remembered last night taking the watch back and putting it in the watch box he had stored in the closet.

“Have you met?” ask Mommy.

“Already, Bund.” She's nervous.

“Continue your breakfast,” Mother said as she passed and Amarendra nodded. She glanced at the door, made sure Mommy was gone then she opened her wardrobe. There he kept last night. With a broken motion, he sat on the edge of the table, staring at the watch that was not working, he could have thrown it away while his people bought it from the results of work every day.

“Sial! I can't throw you away.” Amarendra rubbed it gently. He quickly put it in a box and left his room.

At the office, during the break, Amarendra was unappetizing and asked for a glass of ginger milk. He silently stared out at the large glass in his room. Both hands went into his pants pocket. He looks not okay after returning home six months ago.

The knocking of the door made her daydream scatter, she allowed who it was to enter and it turned out to be Kirana.

“Defy marriage again?” kirana and Amarendra asked raising the left corner of her lips.

“What do you mean?” reply flat.

“There is Salwa with his friend.”

Amarendra rolled his eyes irritated, really he would spout can be poisonous because the girl dared to come to the office, but was restrained after Kirana said that he asked the girl here, he said, because Kirana knows, Amarendra will avoid if invited to meet outside.

Amarendra stepped up while wearing his white coat. Arriving at the waiting room, he sees Salwa rising and his friend covering.

“Mas,” call it soft.

“Iya, what's up?”

His friend Salwa shuddered at Amarendra's heavy voice plus there was no soft-soft.

“I'm here to..” Salwa was afraid that what she wanted to say would be fatal.

“I have to work again, please, fast a little,” Amarendra said after seeing his watch.

“Where is this relationship going to take you, Mas? As a woman, I need reassurance, Mas had absolutely no news for two weeks running. I'm confused, Mas.” Salwa lowered her head after daring to reveal a grievance in her heart. He protested.

“From the beginning I have said that I have no intention to get married. Even two weeks ago I did not know because I only went with Mother. Don't know it's a family gathering, about me and you. I never send a message or anything because from the beginning I said, I can't. I guess you understand but why now come and impress pressing me?” he didn't like what the girl demanded.

Salwa felt wrong asking as soon as she was willing to go through with it and waited patiently for Amarendra to go down. But if this is the case, be ashamed if you keep waiting.

“So, would you like us to get here?” ask Salwa slowly.

“Nothing needs to end because from the beginning I did not promise anything let alone a relationship. Please go home because I have to get back to work.” Amarendra's emotions and Salwa held back tears. Finally he left and Amarendra turned around to return to his room.

The night after work, Amarendra settles down on the sofa, on the carpet of his youngest nephew playing with his toys.

“Maren, come here for a minute.” Mother called and Amarendra who was almost closed immediately woke up. Approaching Mother. “You met Salwa earlier?”

“Iya.”

“You are old, want to wait especially, Son?” Mother who is tired of talking while shaking the two shoulders of her child, to be self-conscious.

“What two? 30 Years also not.”

“Almost, Asstaghfirullah hal adzim, Son. Still normal, right, you?” Mother hit Amarendra's arm with her eyes glaring too.

“I'm very normal, Mother.” Amarendra smiled somewhat forcedly.

“You still think of him?” Investigating and Amarendra shifted his gaze.

“Who?” Do not want to look at Mother because Mother can detect lies from her eyes.

“Acknowledging, you!”

“Apaan, anyway, Bund.” She'll sting but Mother pulls her arm.

“Mother not done talking. It's been years, she's been married, maybe had a lot of kids and you're still single? You wait for her to be a widow what?” Voice's up. “You are really excited, Maren. Salwa less what?” he and Amarendra sighed.

“Yes, no, Bund. I'm not that crazy. I'm not ready to get married, later, maybe 40 years.”

His arm was pinched and he continued to grimace.

“You want to get married waiting for Mother to die first, huh?”

“Down... Asstaghfirullah. Don't say it like that.” Amarendra stared at the withered and Mother cried.

“Mother wants grandchildren from you, see you have a family. Why, anyway, Maren. You are always procrastinating, busy working, have money for whom? If you marry Mother, calm down. You have to take care and it is appropriate that you have a family.”

Mother really went up, Amarendra continued to apologize but Mother chose to leave. She is confused now and Susi with her husband who just came home hears everything.

Amarendra kept messing with his hair and Mommy wouldn't talk to him, days and days it's time to take the two nieces and nephews for a walk. Baby siter is coming. The two children were taken by Amarendra and his parents had the opportunity to spend time together this weekend without any hassles with their son.