
Ringing the phone on the nightstand, sounding vibrating in the music accompanied by a sign someone called. Selly, who had just finished performing dawn prayers, immediately took the phone. And see a name on his phone screen.
"Mother?" muttered Selly, he immediately shifted the green icon on his phone, then brought the flat object closer to his left ear.
"Assalamualaikum ma'am" said Selly, sitting his body on the edge of the mattress.
"Wa'alaikumussalam ... Sell, Mother and Father today so leave for Jakarta, we just want to check out" said Bu Ningsih in sebrang there.
"Okay mom, I'm just as careful. Oh yeah, I'm gonna go straight to our old house?"
"Engga Sell, said your aunt we were told to stay at her new apartment. So, Mom and Dad will go straight to your aunt's apartment."
"Where's the apartment?"
"Mother also does not know, later I will send the address of the apartment when it arrives. Mother will also be picked up with her son Bibi," Ningsih said there.
"All right, ma'am, just let me know that you're here" Selly said before they hung up.
***
The clock on the wall already showed at 09.00 am. After finishing breakfast with Grandma and Mayang, Andre immediately got ready to meet Selly at his boarding house.
Mayang who did not want to miss he immediately prepared to go with his brother to meet Selly.
"Grandma, I'm the same one who left first, Grandma. Grandma is good at home, we will go home again in the afternoon" said Andre before he and Mayang left his grandmother alone in the apartment.
Arriving in front of the boarding house owned by Selly, Andre told Mayang to call Selly first.
However, Mayang refused, he preferred to go down and directly asked the guard of the boarding house.
"Want to come, or wait here?" mayang asked as he got out of the car.
Andre was silent for a moment. "Em, come along at that time," he said then they both immediately went to the boarding building, which was quite large.
They knocked on the boarding gate, and there was a middle-aged woman, whose body was somewhat full, wearing a home negligee, like most of the mothers wear.
"Sorry who's looking for you?" the woman asked as she opened the gate.
"Em, I'm sorry Mom, is there something called Selly? Who works in the hospital," said Mayang asked.
"There was, but I saw that she was going with her boyfriend" replied the mother.
"Go?" Mayang scrunched his forehead.
"Yes it was fitting I asked, he said he wanted to go shopping to the supermarket, would welcome the arrival of his mother from Java," said the mother explained in detail.
"Oh, I see, well thank you ma'am. I'll just go home, then" said Mayang. The mother smiled, before she closed the gate.
They both got back in the car.
"Dragon, how is this?" ask Mayang to worry.
"Em, let's just go to the supermarket. There is only a complete supermarket near Ramayana, right?" ask Andre. Mayang nodded in confirming. And Andre also returned his car to the supermarket in question.
***
Meanwhile, Selly and Damas are now in a shopping center that they often visit when shopping for everyday purposes.
"Mas, said my mother, tomorrow we'll have another family meeting?" ask Selly. Damas, who walked 1 meter behind Selly while pushing a trolley containing groceries, agreed.
"Yes, my Papa is also in Jakarta. Oh yes, Mama misses you, has not met a month more," Damas said.
"Hehe, yes. I'm actually still awkward when talking to your mom, the end of Mama you are polite and very rude when talking."
"Yes, his name is also derived from Solo, polite and selow," Damas replied chuckling.
They also went back to pick and choose various kinds of canned cakes that lined there.
However, Damas' phone ringer felt shaky in his pants pocket. Damas immediately grabbed his phone. And on his phone screen there was a call coming in from Gerry.
"Gerry's? What's he calling me?" mumbling slowly. However, Damas chose not to answer the call. He also refocused on choosing a cake with Selly.
"Why not answer?" ask Selly, who found out that Damas was directing the phone call earlier.
"I don't care" he replied with a joke.
However, before long, his phone rang again. And it turns out it's still from the same number, which is from Gerry. Inevitably, Damas received the call, then slightly stretched his distance with Selly.
"You want to know what Dinda's doing right now?" gerry's voice behind the phone.
"Whatchu mean? Speak clearly" Damas half-whispered, for fear of being heard by Selly.
"If you don't want anything to happen to Dinda and the fetus in her womb, come right now to her apartment."
"Hey, what are you la—" Damas hasn't had time to finish. The phone suddenly disconnected.
"Suckers! What does this mean," Damas murmured.
"Did Dinda try to kill herself again?" he thought so panicked. His heart was suddenly so unsettled, his face looked so tense.
Selly, who was standing not far from him, approached Damas. "Mas, are you okay? .... Who's phone from?" selly asked in surprise, who saw Damas so tense.
Damas ignored Selly's question. "Selly, I'm sorry. I have to go now, there's something important I have to deal with," she said, then left just like that to leave Selly alone.
Selly was just gawking, feeling weird about Damas' attitude just now. And he doesn't want to think negatively.
"Hm, maybe something important happened to him," he muttered again continuing his shopping activities.
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Meanwhile, on the other hand, there was a pair of eyeballs, which turned out to be keeping an eye on Selly. The owner of the eyeball, none other than Gerry. He secretly launched his action. And slowly he approached Selly who was now standing near a shelf lined with cheese and milk there.
Gerry wore a black mask that covered his mouth and nose, along with a maroon-colored hoodie that covered his body and part of his head.
"Hi Miss," said Gerry as he approached Selly. Feeling that someone called him Selly turned to the maroon hoodie man.
"Yes, what's wrong?" ask Selly who doesn't know who the man in front of her is now.
The man held out a can of tuna, fresh in size.
"Oh yeah, how to know if this is good or rotten how is it?" ask Gerry.
"Em, just look at the expire date" Selly replied. Actually he felt so strange, with this man he did not know.
"If there's no expire date, how do I know it's still good or rotten?"
"Yes, you have to open the can first Sir, then you can tell, the contents are good or rotten" replied Selly.
"It's good that you know how" said the man. Selly frowned more and more in wonder when the man spoke as if not connected.
"Any," muttered Selly. He was about to leave the man he thought was strange. However, the man's voice, suddenly stopped his steps.
"You know where and what your future husband is doing right now?" Gerry moved his legs back to Selly.
Selly just fell silent while staring intently at the two eyeballs of the man.
"I know, in three weeks, you and Damas are getting married, right? Surely, you don't want to not marry the wrong guy?"
"What do you mean talk like that, sir?" Selly was angry with the man.
"No, I just want you to know who Damas really is. Actually, whether you marry Damas or not is your right. But, before you both hurt the feelings of the woman I love, I want you to feel also how painful it is when there is a big secret you don't know" Gerry said so clearly.
Selly doesn't understand. He's confused. And only dumbfounded to hear the words of the unknown man.
"Come right now to this address, if you don't want to regret your marriage." Gerry gave a piece of paper to Selly's hand, then left, lost behind the shelves of products that were there.
Sally was still unmoved, she was still stunned and confused by the meaning of the man's words. Then his eyes slowly read the writing on the paper that the man had given him.
On the paper was written an address of the apartment building, complete with the unit number, and also the door pin.
Even at the bottom there is a sentence that says { Come now, or you will regret.}
"Green Leave?" Selly frowned in wonder. Clearly he recalled the apartment brochure he had found in Damas's study.
"Did the brochure at the time have anything to do with any of this?" thought. And without a second thought, Selly decided to go to the address on the paper. And just left the shopping trolley.
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