When Love Teases
11. The Effects of Two Women
Puput blinked eyes. Between sure and not, saw a lot of guests coming. Surely feel shocked by the presence without confirmation first from the family of the victim he helped. His focus was on Enin and Cia who were staring at him sparklingly.
"Snakes, remember?! This is Enin..Cia's grandmother you helped."
"I-iya remember, Enin. But...uh why not tell me first if you want to come. It's a mess." Puput made wrong behavior because of the attention of all the eyes of his guests.
"Mi.beresin used to be his book. Learn it yourself first... move to the room yes!" Puput told his sister to help him. He tidied up a messy sofa pillow on the floor because it was stacked by Ami as a writing pedestal. Arranging it again on the sofa and nimbly had already settled in an instant. The youngest turned to the back with his books.
"Please sit Enin and all....." Puput nodded his head, smiling kindly at the two men he had just seen. At Enin's house, no man but the housekeeper opened the gate.
"Duh Enin's arrival so annoying ya." While sitting on a sofa with Cia, Enin looked at Puput with guilty eyes.
Puput. "Absolutely not, Enin. Only I was shocked," he said, chuckling. "Hmm...want to drink what?" he looked one by one at the faces of his guests.
"No need, Put. In fact, twice we take nicotine...." Again, who answered. Others even become listeners of the second conversation, plus fun to be a connoisseur of the cheerful and beautiful face of the house lady.
"I want some tea!" Rama without asking. After entering and staring at the woman called Puput by Enin, his eyes could not be separated to keep looking.
"Yes, what do you want to drink?!" He looked at Rama. It is still ambiguous to hear the tone of the guest. Call him tea or ask for tea.
"Tea. I ask for some tea can I?!"
Then Puput understood then nodded his head. "I'll make all the tea!" Excuse me for leaving the guest. All tell the mother who was in the room still wrapped in a mukena. Waiting for adzan isya.
"Whose guest, Tea?!" Mom approached Puput in the kitchen. Watching the elder who was busy brewing tea.
Outline Puput finally told the incident this morning. He has not been able to tell stories because there is no right leisure time. The plan is later the night before going to bed just have a casual conversation with the mother.
Puput returned to the living room carrying a tray. Mother also participated and then introduced him to guests. A casual conversation took place between Enin and Mom. Especially Enin who asked a lot about the Puput family. If Cia did not whisper, surely Enin was too late to talk ngalor ngidul forgot the main purpose.
"We came here to say thank you to Puput. Again thank you very much.Thanks to the help of Puput, Enin's grandson survived." Enin began to speak seriously while rubbing Cia's back. Then handed over the hand he had brought.
"Back of love, Enin. Duh.why bring the fruits of all this." Puput received a fruit parcel as well as a goodie bag that Rama handed over. Smile at him and say thank you.
"I also deliberately wanted to meet directly with Puput tea. Thank you so much for tea.It's been howling me." Cia. Then he got up and went to the front of his stomach to hold her. "I'm Cia. I hope we can be friends" he continued behind the back of his hero. This new meeting of a few minutes he felt his heart immediately click. It was not easy for him to make close friends. Since school, no one has been friends with him. Only useful because he is always good to give snacks in the canteen.
"Of course we can be friends. Just call Puput without Tea." Reply Puput happily received Cia's warm embrace.
"I as her sister Cia was also very grateful." Rama's turn spoke after the younger brother sat down again in his place. "Please don't refuse this thank you," he placed a brown envelope on the table that was removed from his hoodie pocket.
Making Puput and his mother look at each other. Mom nodded her head very slowly and blinked her eyes once. Guests are unaware if it is a code that only the mother and child can understand.
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A puff of cigarette smoke is exhaled into the air. The smoke slowly washed away the cold night wind. The sound of the night beast was earthy in silence. Like a song of nature that ushers every person anchored in the contest. How not, the atmosphere of the countryside increasingly quiet night from the traffic of vehicles. Mostly there will be patrol officers who will travel around the village through the middle.
Rama sat on the terrace. It's only nine o'clock at night. And he felt at home enjoying this silence despite the cold air. Smoke rose again in the air. Together with the ascending mind remembering the meeting earlier.
The half-wet long hair had managed to get him riveted. Looking at the face when the wrong behavior, managed to make him smile thinly. Casual clothes, black shirts chime knee-length beige pants. Precisely the appearance of the beautiful, unpretentious girl managed to leave an impression. Until now still imagined a friendly smile nan sweet when invited to sit. Didn't think the figure that helped the younger brother was so beautiful and didn't look like a hotshot.
"I'm sorry, Mas. I help sincerely. No need to give this. If I receive his hand. Not with this."
As a result, he returned home after 1 hour of visiting because Cia began to get along with Puput and his mother. Enin was to buy all the pepes of fish that when talking smelled the smell of steamed. Tempting appetite.
The cigarette is half left. Turns your face when you hear footsteps. Damar came with 2 cups of hot coffee.
Rama turned to sit in a rocking chair. The royal seat of Enin. Leaning back with both hands propping the back of the head "Rakep huh him?!" he said while looking at Damar who was sitting in his twelve seats.
Damar agreed. He knows who is the topic of conversation. "Gue deketin ah..sama-sama is still this single." He remembered the question that Enin asked Puput, whether he was married or not.
"You look for the others, not him!" A sharp look was cast on his best friend. "I like it" he continued without further ado.
Damar did not really mean what he said. He was fishing for Rama. You know, when he was at the house of Puput, his best friend was so intense to pay attention to Puput although sometimes stealing views.
"Hey.don't maruk! Zara wants to be accompanied?!" Damar stared back sharply.
"Zara make lo. I'm mah--" Just relax. More interested in sipping his coffee than discussing his fiancee.
"Sad. Going jones for life instead of marrying Zara. What's his plus point? Modal gorgeous doang. Big no." Without a shadow aling-aling Damar reviewed the star one behavior Zara in front of Rama.
"The puput is a unique girl. I've never been attracted to girls at the first sight." Rama turned the discussion about Zara. His eyes glared at the deep night sky decorated with flickering stars. "First, falling in love with Karenina took time. Even after he kept chasing. Argh, why so talk about him," he grunted himself. Calling that one name became reminiscent of what he saw in the apartment.
Damar only responded with a head-scarf. Switch to light a cigarette stored on the table.
"Don't make new trouble, bro. Finish the same thing with Zara. Just stepped up to fight for Puput."
"Eh, but do you really seriously like the same Puput?!" Damar looked seriously.
Rama has not yet answered. The car lights that panned through the gate following the sound of a horn distract him.
"Mommy's coming!" Rama woke up. Mang Yaya is asleep. So that he took the initiative to open the door.
"Let me be!" Damar held Rama's arm. Half ran towards the gate.
The white Alphard car door opens automatically. Papi Krisna went down first, followed by Mami Ratna who looked as if she could return home. Rama stood watching it. Happy, his parents were quick to come to Ciamis.
"Honey....I miss you!"
Rama's happy face turned sour as Zara's figure got down from the car while shrieking merrily.
Why Zara came here too.
Rama was disappointed. Always the presence of Zara never gave a sense of happiness in his heart. This forced relationship carries a burden. I've been trying not to see you for a month. Deliberately busying yourself with work out of town. Still, it can't bring longing.
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I love double again.
Sok lah.. shower flowers and coffee treats do not miss ya! Let akoh iron his writing.😉😉😉
