The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 36: The Other Side that Starts to Unravel.

"We only know from someone else's point of view, Mom. We don't know how Dek Mesha felt at the time."

"If the girl really has a curse like the people's story, how?"

Sakha clucked in frustration. On the other hand, Zafia feels awry.

"I shouldn't have told you this, Mas" said Zafia.

"Why? I'll ask for it."

"Mas don't know, it took months to make Mesha back as cheerful as before. He was even traumatized."

"I know, I haven't commented on anything since, have I?"

Zafia said goodbye after telling her all about Mesha that she knew.

"My advice is that Mas Sakha is serious about him. Don't hesitate. Mate, death, fortune, it's God's secret."

"Yes, yes, beavel. You look like Yuyum."

Zafia laughed a little, then greeted the mother and child.

After Zafia's departure, Ningsih sat quietly in the guest chair. His right hand was twitching his own temple.

Seeing the alarming gurgle, Sakha sat down in front of Ningsih.

"Mom starting to doubt Sakha's decision?"

Without saying anything, the middle-aged woman shed a tear, then gently rubbed her son's cheek.

"Mom's just afraid of anything happening to you, Le. If you don't exist, what should I do?"

"Mom, Zafia said that too, right? Mate, fortune and death. It's God's secret. Sakha agreed to that."

Ningsih exhaled loudly. He saw the smile of his son.

"What will happen, then it will happen" said Ningsih resignedly.

On Sunday, Sakha took the initiative to take Mesha for a walk out. This time he brought no one. The man wanted to get closer to his fiancee.

"Lho's? You want to go with your future wife? No, Le. Still time pingitan. Ilok Ndak. What if there's something?"

Sakha smiled, then pulled the woman's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"Mother just relax! It's modern age."

Ningsih just shook her head at her son's behavior.

***

"Mom, Echa pamit. Want to go with Mas Sakha, while taking care of some needs."

Mesha had just walked out of the room in a long-sleeved dress of salem color. Her jet black hair was tied around her back. A sling bag of marun color hung on the shoulders of the beautiful woman.

"Oh, yes. Careful, Nduk. Picked up, right?"

"Yes, Mom."

Before long, the chatter of the two women was cut off by the sound of a motor that stopped in the courtyard. Mesha grabbed his mother's hand, and then took the oath.

Sakha's eyes did not blink when she saw her fiance approaching. In the eyes of the man, Mesha really looked like a fairy, even with such a simple dress. The man's gaze was interrupted when he saw a black shadow flashing far behind Mesha.

Again, Sakha felt astonished about what had just disrupted her vision. Mesha felt astonished, as he saw the man before him speechless with bulging eyes.

"Mass? Is Kha okay?" Mesha gently touched Sakha's shoulder.

"Ah, yes. That's .. I'm okay."

"Am I that bad? To the extent that Mas Sakha glared at that?"

Sakha hides the idea of seeing another figure behind Mesha. Meanwhile, Mesha bowed, he was caught off guard.

A few minutes later, the pair of humans were already roaming the streets. Towards a place. After arriving, the two men looked for a seat under a shady tree. For quite some time, they were still both speechless, clumsy.

"So ... how, Deck? Everything's fine, right?"

Mesha turned towards Sakha. He did not understand the direction of the man's question. Why question it to people who are already nearby. Everything is visible.

"I mean ... Do you have a concept or a dream wedding this time?"

Mesha felt cornered when he heard the word "this time" from Sakha's lips.

"Mas already know about me? It means 'this time' what is it?" Mesha lowered his head, his hands clenched in his lap.

"I'm sorry .. I'm sorry .. Before, I was curious about your past, Dek. So I dug up the facts of some people. But please don't misunderstand me. I just want to know."

"Then? That makes Mas Sakha want to back off?"

"Who said? I can't wait for that day, Dek. I know ... It's not easy to endure such grief. Whoever you were in the past, I really don't care."

Mesha rang his head, staring straight ahead. Look at the children who play throw the ball cheerfully. Many times the woman breathed. The man by his side, still waiting for the words from his lips.

"I was once married. Ironically, on my wedding night, I was a widow. My husband, Mas Giyan. Died. The doctor said it was a heart attack. But I'm ...." Mesha urung told me in detail that night. His heart still did not accept the fact that it was a man whose origins are not clear that appeared suddenly.

"Don't go on, if you can't, Deck. I'm not gonna bother about that. Most importantly for me, the future is ours."

The sound of rumbling bellies stopped that serious chatter. Both of them were laughing at the same time.

"I deliberately didn't eat breakfast, so I could have breakfast with you, Dek." Sakha shyly admitted. Mesha smiles.

"If so, we'll have breakfast, Mom. Near here, there's my chicken porridge. Wanna?"

"Come on!"

With vigor, Sakha grabbed Mesha's hand. Surprised, the woman brushed her hand away.

"ah! Sorry, Deck I didn't mean ...."

"No need to apologize, Mom. It's not Mas Sakha's fault."

Mesha immediately stood up, showing the way to where his subscription chicken porridge seller was. Although it was a little crowded, there were some seats that were still empty. The porridge seller who recognized him, immediately greeted and invited to talk for a while. After that, the woman ordered two servings of chicken porridge and then sat back in front of Sakha.

"The chicken porridge here is delicious, Mas. Today we're lucky, not too full to eat here."

Sakha nodded enthusiastically.

A few minutes later, two servings of chicken porridge were delivered to the Mesha table. The two of them fell silent, enjoying the food that was already served.

"Mother Mesha?"

A female voice sounded from the direction of the door. Reflexively, Mesha turned to the source of the voice. He was shocked to see who had just called him. The woman put down her spoon. Then smile awkwardly.

"Grisa .. what a coincidence. Here, sit!"

The girl who had called out to him, was now looking at the man beside Mesha.

"This ...."

Grisa looked at Sakha with a questioning look. Seeing that, making the man with Indonesian skin stretched out his hand.

"Sakha, Mesha's future husband."

Hearing the sentence that slid from Sakha's mouth, Grisa gaped.

Seriate....