Wife For Papa
CHAPTER 7 Strange Feelings
I sat down to accompany papa who was eating his favorite fried kwetiaw. Papa looks hungry.
We rarely cook, because it's just the two. Best cook fried rice or eggplant. If you want to eat a good meal, usually buy outside, sometimes eating on the spot or wrapped in eating at home.
"Pa..Retno's mother is a good person, I love talking to her. But on campus is notoriously fierce and judes. Even called Stepmother," I told the same papa.
And papa just answered "Hmmm"
As usual, continue eating.
"Never married before he was Pa" I said casually.
" Uhuk...uhuk...huk.!!!" Papa chokes suddenly.
"What the hell is Pa? don't be quick like a kid".
"Yes nih Sapri like there is chilli to eat the same papa.pedes," while drinking water.
Though I know when I said Retno's mother has not married papa like shocked and choked..
Hihihi. hopefully papa has a crush.
" I took a bath first pa.." I said as I moved leaving papa who continued to eat.
"The habit of bathing is always night-night, look out for your rheumatism later Nan".
I turned around and said to papa "The myth oom Yohan".
Papa just shook his head.
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I saw Nanan enter the bathroom, the child was bigger there was only a rebuttal if advised.
The fate of having a smart girl like her, there is always an answer.
While eating I remembered that Nanan said that Retno's mother was not married.
In my heart I asked the yes time of smart women, quite beautiful, and if you see her age may have been approaching 4 heads.
The time is not married. Ah whatever it is not my business, continue eating again.
Trying not to think but in the deepest little heart keep in mind.
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Today is Sunday morning, the wall clock still shows at 6 am.
I was washing my bike in the backyard of our house in front of a row of boarding rooms we provided.
Every week at 8 am usually me and papa must go to church.
"For Nan.Main morning has washed the motor," said Ms. Retno.
" Oh yes Ma'am, it's usual that on Sunday morning I take a bath this motorbike because it will be 8 o'clock in papa and me for worship".
"Oh, which church do you worship? I happen to have to go to church too, is there anywhere near here?"askinya.
"Oh, we're going to the Catholic Parish Ma'am, what if mom?"
"Oh the same dong, is it near here the location?"
" Yes already with me Mom, I will take my mother first then later I will return to pick up papa. Later home worship we just ride my rickshaw with mom".
"Waduh Nan, don't bother. I have rickshaw ride only if for example it can be taken using a rickshaw anyway. It's not far from here".
"Deket the hell Mom, but it's okay to let Nanan anter first mother just like before. Later Nanan said to Papa".
Just talking, Papa suddenly came out from inside and immediately started talking.
"Yes ma'am it's okay, then mom with Nanan alone. I am easy. Okay yeah".
Then papa passed to the boarding fence to the front. I'm amazed too, which means the guy was eavesdropping we were talking. Hihihi.
" Don't Mom, papa also said Ok.ayo Nanan take a shower first for a while to prepare".
Finally Retno's mother agreed to our invitation.
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"Duh, it turns out that the mother is the same faith as us, what is this, O Lord. I why so pounding look at that woman well. Oh.. Please forgive me my wife, I haven't thought about women in a long time".
"But meeting that woman seemed to remind me of you," Yohan's inner self that morning pretended to be out of the house through the boarding fence when she did not know what to do out here.
"Where he was also close to Nanan, and they looked very familiar, but ah it is impossible that the woman was a lecturer and had a position, while I was just a shop merchant.. Ah forget..".
I always tried to brush off not wanting to know about the woman named Retno, but in this week the name was always present and appeared in front of me.
But do not think about the boarding people only stay temporarily for a few months at most. Don't fantasize.
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Home worship me and Retno's mother riding a rickshaw according to the initial plan and papa riding a motorcycle.
"Sir Yohan, who's with Nanan?" ask Mr. Roby papa's best friend.
"Oh new boarding a week at our place and happened to be a lecturer also at Nanan campus," I replied.
"Oh...Who knows the widow bro, beautiful is also the person" continued Mr. Roby
"Well, that's pretty good, said Nanan, never married" I continued.
" Wah.maju bro Yohan...Who knows a soul mate" Mr. Roby laughed while patting my shoulder.
And I just smiled bitterly...Who am I bro in my heart..
"Mang Dohiri will stop by first to Chicken Raos Noodles, I want to tell mommy that delicious chicken noodles".
"Ashiaaap Neng. This morning I told you to pick up Neng Nanan at church at this hour, tell anther neng Nanan with this mother".
Oh apparently this morning when papa came to the front of the house happened to have a Dohiri mang and papa told him to pick us up this morning in front of the church.
When we were in the rickshaw, papa looked out riding a motorbike from the churchyard.
"Father!!!! want some chicken noodles?!!!" nancy shouted from the rickshaw.
Papa just nodded his head at the sign too.
"Nan.you're like a little boy screaming at your Papa from a rickshaw".
" Haha..It's common mom, Nanan tuh to Papa sometimes kayak to a friend aja bu".
Retno's mother shook her head to see my behavior.
We arrived at the Raos chicken noodle shop, one of my favorite noodle stalls and papa as well.
I ordered 3, another one for Mang Dohiri.
" You're the same Papa has an appetite that's okay. From last night you took me to eat always good" said Ms Retno while enjoying her chicken noodles.
" Yes, but this is ma'am, not an expensive place to eat. Stalls like this or sometimes on the side of the road. Culinary limb is mom, cheap merry," I said to him.
" Yes but I also like, just like I am also a foodie lover of street five," said Ms Retno again.
We eat with his cool, until the sweat is not felt, because it is a delicious chicken noodle.
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The journey home continues again, back to ride the rickshaw mang Dohiri.
Looked satisfied Mother's face Retno, she was so happy for 2 days to walk with me and eat good even though cheap.
Not to forget I also ordered 1 pack for papa at home.
The road is not too crowded, besides the road to my house is not a main highway, more like a complex road but not a housing complex.
The road of antiquity says people anyway, wide but dense house on the right left of the road.
As the pedicab sped away, I asked again.
" Mom, can Nan be a kepo?"
"What do you want to be?"
"Haihihah...Mom what age is it now.sorry mom don't be angry".
"Hahaha.ngapain angry, soon I am approaching 45 years," he replied.
"Different 2 years with my papa, and soon also papa 47 years, meaning you are almost the same age well".
Retno's mother just shrugged her shoulders while raising her hand a sign of not knowing.
"It's again mom..But don't be mad, huh?" I said as I stuck my head on Retno's shoulder.
"Yes, especially.please ask".
"Mother is so beautiful, why not married...Did you ever break up before".
He smiled while nodding his head.
"An old story, 2 weeks before H day, got a wedding invitation from my fiancee. And she married my best friend" she explained.
He was smiling, but there was a deep wound on his face.
I felt sad and didn't dare to ask again.
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I open the door to my dorm room, I go in and I close the door.
The stomach was full because it was filled with chicken noodles just like Nanan.
I haven't exchanged my clothes with my big negligee, I'm lying in bed.
Strange enough for me, for years I never cost, now at the age of 45 years even become a boarding child.
Fortunately, the son of the owner of the boarding house was good with me and happened to be the child who went to college where I teach now.
Although his father is quite annoying but not a problem because it seems the person is good even though jutek.
Nanan said after his mother died first, his father became like that and did not want to marry again.
What is my business, it is not my business only I feel very comfortable in this boarding house because there may be Nanan.
But inevitably, I also cannot depend on Nanan.
Hopefully later in the afternoon so my car is delivered by a driver from the city of Jakarta.
Then I got up to change clothes, as I remembered how much I was just as open Nanan.
Though I rarely can talk with students even though the same majors let alone different majors.
But the same kid I can feel good.
I asked him why I was not married. The pain was felt again, the shadow of Hendrico reappeared.
The deepest secret that hurts me.
Maybe if only a lover cheated and married a friend is quite a lot of stories like that.
But unfortunately after I gave everything, after I gave up what I wasn't supposed to give up, Hendrico left me.
At that time all I received was an invitation to his wedding with Stella my best friend and a small letter that contained "I'm sorry Retno...I chose Stella because she's better than you"
