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54. Kenan why ?

...54. I Know You’re Not...

The first day of work after his arrival from the Netherlands made the atmosphere of the GPP floor a little boisterous. His colleagues struggled to choose a key chain and a variety of chocolate typical of the windmill country.

But it must all be part. It's just that such euphoria isn't afdal.

Mr. Weka's deheman's voice momentarily made the atmosphere like a pause. Then back boisterous when the boss said, “Punya I do not forget, Sas.”

“Huuuu ..” The laughter exploded instantly.  Mr. Weka raised his hand. “At the time to get back to work,” he said.

“Gue stay,” say goodbye to his co-workers. Following Mr. Weka into his room. Not forgetting to bring the order of the superior.

A bag with a famous brand. He thought of a bag to give his wife. In fact, the bag to wear Mr. Weka himself. Eit, the top is not just a jastip bag. Except for watches that are also the output of famous brands. If this is intentionally to be given to his wife, said Mr. Weka, “For anniversary gift, Sas.”

Handing over Mr. Weka's order. Then back to his room. Coinciding with the shakes on his phone.

A notice of money went into his account. Because he did not recognize who the sender was, he tried to remember anyone who ordered goods to him. Only Mr. Weka, Sinta and Ms. Widiya. The three men had already transferred the money while he was still in Amsterdam.

Knee folded. The money that just came in is big. I think someone misdirected it. Or the bank's fault. He decided to ignore. If the error on the bank will soon confirm.

Gama is still in Bandung. Maybe for the next 2 days.

While the writing is at the end. This week he can leave it to the editor. Target finished.

Shake the phone back off. This time my name is there.

“Halo, Sas. How are you?”

“Sas, good news, Pa. Papa how are you?”

“Papa healthy. O, yes .. Papa just sent money for your wedding needs. Papa knows you need it.”

It was the father who sent him the money.

“But, Sas can still—”

“Sas,” cut papa. “When else can Papa give you what you need and Papa has? Ever since you worked, you've always refused Papa's gifts. Even when you have a birthday. This time only. Before you get married.” I heard my father's request begging.

“Baiklah ... Sas receives money from Papa.”

His gaze was still staring at the screen of his phone that had darkened. The number of 35 million that papa just transferred was the largest nominal he had received so far. Helaan breath kentara. It was hard to actually receive the money.

Just a few minutes into the book dummy, his phone shook again. A message came in.

Sister Widiya: Sas, home office stop by the boutique yes, clothes fittings.

^^^Sasmaya : Ok, Ma'am.  All of you want to stop by between orders Widiya Ma'am.^^^

Sally: Ok. Thanks, Sas. 😊

He changed his phone mode to silence. Want to complete the work without interference from the smart device.

For the next four hours he was still sitting in his office chair. Do the process of proofing dummy books that accumulate on his desk.

Final stage inspection. Although in fact all the editing process has been done. But this is the part that should not be abandoned and has become his duty.

“Sin, to my room,” he said through an intercom connection.

Sinta sat down after entering her room.

“I don't think the typography has to be this much. This is a children's book, we highlight a more interesting visual,” he explained the cover of the children's story book borne by Sinta. “Cludes title, author name and tagline. Enough is enough,”.

“OK. Later I revise again and coordinate with the layouter,” replied Sinta.

He handed the dummy book to Sinta.

“Sin, do you have an event not to run out of office?” tanyakanya.

Sinta shook her head, “Gak anyway, only I have to hurry back. Lea's dad's not feeling well anymore. Today off her.” Sinta looked at him, “why?”

“Gak anyway, I had asked to be accompanied to a boutique, fitting clothes.”

“Yah .. so sorry. Why not the same Mr Gama?” say Sinta.

“Dia again in Bandung.”

“Yeah, so it doesn't feel good to me. Lo alone dong?” tukas Sinta felt unbearable.

“Udah is okay.”

Sinta rise, “Really?”

He nodded, saying, “Yakin.”

...***...

Arriving at Widiya's designated boutique he got off the taxi. The main door opened from the inside, someone greeted him kindly.

“Thank you,” reply. Just this time he went to a boutique that was specifically designing wedding clothes and certain ceremonial events. He was told to wait for a while in a room displaying various clothes made by boutiques.

“Mbak Sasmaya? By yourself?”

He nodded when a woman who might be approximate age more or less the same as mama called him. He reached out, “Sasmaya,” he said.

Directly welcomed by the person, “Anne. I own this shop. Who yesterday came to the house of Mr. Sofyan is my son,”.

Sasmaya smiled. Following Anne who took her to another room. There is a mannequin wrapped in a new white flea kebaya. With a black skirt accented with gold. Along with mannequins clad in jawi clothes. Black is accented with gold as well.

“Yesterday meeting with my son asked for traditional Javanese customs. So I blend it with the color that accents the noble and elegant out,” said Anne. “We try first, yes.”

He nodded. Go into the room fittings. There were 2 people who helped her put on the kebaya.

Anne approached. “Degree, yes?” fold the kebaya part of the waist that looks a little oversized. “Udah fitting this way, do not be taken care of again,” said Anne.

Anne's assistant sprightly helped her to re-measure. “We shrink again,” he told his assistant. Which is answered with a nod.

“I'm the same Sister Heti was a school friend. But he's my senior.” Anne took 1 step back. Shake your head to the right and left. Look at the kebaya clothes that are attached to his body. Then smile. “Beauty. Your taste is like Mbak Heti,” added Anne.

“Long-time acquaintance Mas Gama?” ask Anne.

“Yes, don't have to date for long. It was so good that I brought it to the wedding. Hetti told me the same story. He said that since his first child failed to marry, after that he never had sex with women again. Pretty long. Worry trauma. Worried about not getting married. And many of Hetti's concerns are hidden. Lucky Mas Affan married and gave grandchildren. So yes ... those worries are a little covered.” Anne paused. “Bantuin Mbak Sasmaya change his clothes,” told his assistant who was still standing not far from them.

He went back to the boutique owner who was waiting for him.

“Drink first, Sas. You don't have an event, do you end this?”

“Gak Aunt. Just drop off the order.” He took a tall yellow glass. There is a piece of lemon stuck in the lip of the glass. Sipping it through a straw.

“Happy Mbak Heti sure. Seeing Mas Gama want to marry again.”

“Uhuk!” suddenly the sweet-sour drink was like it was going into the trachea. So that made him choke.

“Slow-slow, Sas.” Anne menucas.

He nodded. Continue drinking again.

“Mbak Heti seems disappointed Mas Gama married the Dutch woman. It can be seen when I ask about his daughter-in-law in the Netherlands. Far from his attitude when I asked about Widiya. Even ... their marriage was impressed covered. I also don't know what the reason is. Mas Gama prefers that woman over the happiness of Heti and family. To the extent that he became the talk of friends arisan. He was a friendly and kind person.

“I was also surprised, as long as the family of Mr. Sofyan held important events, such as the circumcision time of his grandson, the anniversary of the company, Mas Gama's wife who was a Dutch citizen was never present. Because I know Mbak Heti and his family order his clothes here. Even when Mbak Heti died, Mas Gama's wife was nowhere to be seen.

“Sorry, Sas. So confide in this,” Anne smiled knot.

So it is natural that the confusion over the status of marriage of Gama who married a Dutch woman occurred. It splashed the question because it was never introduced in the public and was present in certain moments. For they do not know that between Gama and Elena there was never a marriage.

The taxi that carried him faltered on the main road. Sipongang horn as a marker of the owner of the vehicle can not wait to walk immediately.

“Distant before Mas Gama went to the Netherlands taking care of Pak Sofyan's hotel there. Actually Mbak Heti also ordered the wedding kebaya Mas Gama and his future wife here. But it turns out they are not destined to be a match.”

Anne sighed and smiled at him before saying goodbye. “Hopefully the show is smooth yes, Sas. Your marriage is blessed.”

Arrive at Widiya's house at 9 p.m. Due to a promise, he sends a message to Affan's wife. Not long after the main door opened. Widiya came out to greet him.

“Sorry, just now at papa's house. Yuk!” bring Widiya in.

“Mbak, I'll be a minute. It's the night, it's not good to disturb,” us. When Widiya asked him to go deeper. Passing through the living room, family room and side terrace.

“Eh, wait for Sas.” Widiya stop. “Papa wait for you. We haven't heard your story in Amsterdam. Yuk!” pulled his hand to follow his future brother-in-law.

Sure enough in a very large family room. At Sofyan's residence, she saw her future father-in-law and Affan sitting talking.

He greeted both. Kissing Sofyan's back. Then put 2 pieces of paper bag on the table.

Widiya said, “Take care of me, nih.” Take 1 bag with a famous bag brand.

Sasmaya nodded.

“How to Sass in Amsterdam. As long as there smoothly?” ask Sofyan.

He recounted from the beginning of his arrival until his meeting with Elena—anak Hubert, friend of Sofyan— owner of HPG.

Cooperation goes on without any meaningful constraints. There is even a follow-up to the cooperation.

Sofyan was smiling. Affan asked how many places he had been there.

Their conversation continues to flow. Until I realized time was crawling through the night. He saw a watch on his arm.

“Sleep here, Sas,” Sofyan said. At 22:30 WIB. It was impossible to let his future son-in-law go home alone. The driver's employee has returned to his home.

“Wid, transfer to his room Gama,” Sofyan added. “The room is empty. He has not returned from Bandung.”

“Yes, Pa. I'll wear a nightgown, Sas.” Widiya.

“Yuk, Babe!” Affan. “Pa, we go home,” pampitnya even though the distance of their home is only a few steps from its current position.

He stood up as Widiya began to walk in front of him. To refuse Sofyan's request is not good. Fear disappointment. Pun, it's night. He sent a message to my mom. That he's staying at Sofyan's house.

Widiya opened the room door. The dim light made the atmosphere of the man's room not so clear. Only after Widiya turned on the main light. Thick contemporary impression wrapped it.

“I stay,” said Widiya. “Let's bring some nightgowns here,” he continued. “Bye, Sass. Good night ...” Widiya closed the door.

He stared at the king-size bed. Wrapped in dark sheets and blankets. Then on the right-left side there is a bed side lamp attached to the wall. Below it was a round golden table. While the background of the headboard is made of wood panel ornaments that form vertical grilles to the ceiling.

The other side wall is seen wall art of the Eiffel Tower. The rest of the closet is open and closed which attaches to another wall. The bathroom is clearly visible from here because it only has a translucent glass door.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. He's opening. A housekeeper brought her a nightgown. Not much to waste, Sasmaya quickly change her clothes. Wash your face and gently wipe your face with a towel.

Turn off the main light. Maintain only a light that glows dimly. Feels comfortable. His eyes immediately closed.

Didn't realize at 3 am someone was also laying his body on the other side.