The Unconsidered Bungsu
CHAPTER 57 The Unexpected Meeting
At around 19:00 or 7 pm we went down in front of the market, then stopped by the stall to eat. And fortunately, the bus we were riding had stopped at the mosque and allowed passengers to pray Magrib.
" We go to my house first yes, want to put the luggage all take the motorbike. I'm tired of coming home on foot after dropping you off." Raka took me to her house.
I agreed. How to know if you can get acquainted with the Raka family. And sure enough to get there I was welcomed, especially Harti and her grandmother.
" Please enter Miss Aira, finally want to play here. " Mrs Harti greeted me and let me in.
" Thank you, Mom." I went in and greeted him both. Raka put down her backpack and opened the souvenirs. He took some and gave it to Harti. The rest is wrapped again and then put in a plastic bag.
After a moment of stale talk, Raka took me home. " I'll excuse you, Mom, Grandma.." I say goodbye to Ms. Harti and her grandmother Raka. Don't forget I brought a plastic bag with souvenirs.
When I got home, my mother was waiting.
" Go in first, son Raka, let Aira make a drink." Mom told me to make hot tea for Raka. I went straight into the kitchen.
" Thank you Mom, but I want to go straight home because tomorrow morning I have to go again to Jogja." Raka refuses the subtle mother's request.
" It's okay for a moment, it's a long trip. That's Aira's done making her tea, too." Mother still persuaded him. I'm out to bring you a drink. Raka was also sitting in the living room.
" Nih drink first, was at home had not had time to drink right. If the journey is good drink hot so that the body becomes warm and fresh." I offered Raka a cup of sweet tea. He sipped it slowly while blowing it.
" Don't blow, I don't make it hot. I was about to drink it straight away. " Raka obey my words.
" Hemmh. The fatigue felt lost," he said.
" That's why don't drink ice" I said. " How rich was your sentence this afternoon, just behind. Revenge is the story." Raka protested my words.
" Yes, thank goodness for the feeling. I was sucked into drinking hot tea this afternoon. " I sneered. Raka just laughed.
After finishing the tea, Raka also said goodbye. " I'm going home, tomorrow morning to leave again because there is a task to be collected tomorrow."
I'm nodding. " Be careful" I said. Raka turned on her motorbike and passed from before me. I went in and closed the door. I took the plastic with the souvenirs I put on the table and put them on the dining table.
" Have you eaten yet Aira ? " ask the mother who is watching TV. " Had stopped by the food stall" I replied as I entered the room. I put a sling bag on the table and went to the bathroom.
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A few days passed. Today the atmosphere in the market looks crowded. The impact of the mother's food stall also participated in many visitors. It's only Saturday.
" There is an event what the hell, kok tumben many people seem busy back and forth to the market. " I asked Wiwit when he asked mom for lunch.
" Tuh in the next village right again no sadranan event. There is also an entertainment stage. The show from day to night." Ms. Wiwit told me.
The village next to the market means the village of Arya. Every year before the month of Ramadan indeed in some villages often hold Sadranan events. Each village has different ways. Some held a study, yasinan, some were lively and massive even to hold a spectacle.
" Oh yes, next month is already fasting. Tumben village next door Sadranan event is festive." I commented.
" Maybe more many times donors, hehehe ! " tap mbak Wiwit while going out with a plate of complete rice and a glass of sweet tea.
" Aira doesn't want to watch ! " cetus mbak Sri.
" If someone invites you to watch, if you yourself are ogah. If it used to be the same mbak Nia and joni mas. But now there's Arkana would pity if invited to a crowded place." I remember again when I still often walk with mbak Nia and mas Joni.
" Now it is the same Raka, the same who else. Put it on, said that someone jumped. I like to pretend like I'm Aira." Ma'am Sri said again and then sneered.
" It's not so, but I can't just make sure he comes out.I don't want to trouble him, unless he invites me."
" Aira's mom doesn't enjoy people. A little shy, embarrassed, do not want to take nicotine. Same boyfriend himself still thinking." Ma'am Sri commented on me.
" Everyone is different times Ma'am" I said . I sat in the kitchen chair for lunch. Ma'am Sri is still finishing her dishwasher.
After eating I opened my HP for a moment before going to Dzuhur prayer. There's a WA message from Raka that I haven't opened yet. Maybe I was in front so I didn't hear it.
[Hey dear, he said there was a spectacle in the village next to the market. Wanna watch it ? ]
[No one is sure, love 😛 ]
[Kok instead mengelekin anyway 😌 ]
[Yach is crashing. After wear says if anyone ngajak. I was nawarin earlier ]
[It's also common for Sunday nights out, use nawarin all. If I say I don't want you to watch it for yourself, then ? ]
[Mistake it again. Yes sorry. Okay, I'll pick you up later in the afternoon, don't snack again. Smile dong.. later beautiful lost loh if pouting 😊 ]
[Who sullens, looks from there ]
[Know dong, I'm a master of laughter 😄😄 . Yes, now finish your work first I will pick up at the stall . Okay see you 😘😍 ]
I smiled reading the message. Sister Sri glanced at me. " Why smile at yourself." He started kepo.
" Want to know, ayang beb nih want to watch in the village next door," I explained. Ma'am Sri change smiles.
" I am very happy, since there is a mas Raka mbak Aira always cheerful, her face beaming. Looks like the days are always in color for Aira." Sri suddenly became mellow.
" Aamiin. This is also because of the prayers and support of Sri and others. You always comfort me when I'm sad, always help if I hurt someone." I returned his words.
We also end the conversation because we have to finish each other's work. Finished my duty I pray and after lying in the place of prayer.
" Assalamualaikum, Aira where's Buk ? " Sounds Raka's voice looking for me.
" It's in the prayer again, " replied the mother. " Just go in, son Raka, most Aira has also finished praying. He usually sleeps." Mom told Raka to go into the kitchen.
I got up from my sleep and sat down. Raka showed up in the kitchen. " Hey, go to sleep again, yeah" she said softly.
" No, just lying down while waiting for my mother to finish cooking the chicken," I replied and slightly shifted my sitting position so that Raka could sit in the room.
" Want to watch it now or later tonight ? " Raka gave a pylan.
" When it's gonna be crowded tonight because it's Sunday night. " Mr Sri commented.
" Do we look at the goods for a moment. We'll come back here again and go home first. Continue to watch Isya again if it still wants. " Raka offered me.
I'm nodding. I'll throw a sling bag and then we both go out to say goodbye to mom.
" Buk me out first yes, Raka wants to invite me to watch entertainment in the village next door. Is it okay ? " I asked my mother for permission. He also nodded.
" Just a moment to Buk, just look first. We'll be back here again." I still can't bear that mom is alone. Raka also nodded her mark reassuring mother.
Soon Raka and I got on the bike to the entertainment place in Arya village. Surely the visitors are not so much at this hour.
" We're watching over there yuk ! " bring Raka along. He took my hand and looked for a rather comfortable place.
I saw Arya sitting with her friends. I was surprised but soon I put on a normal face so that Raka did not suspect. Arya looked at me.
" Hey Aira ! " sweets. His friends looked at me and smiled at me. There's Saiful too.
" Hey too," I said. I glanced at Raka. His face changed as if he was not happy. But he didn't know I was ever close to Arya.
" We're back, I'm sure mom's done cooking." I took Raka back to the stall.
I don't know why I became uncomfortable after meeting Arya. She was afraid she would come up to me and babble about my relationship with her. Not ready if Raka finds out. I'll tell her one day, but not now.
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To be continue
