Healing
14. Love Statement

As usual, Shaka will go to the ball field with his friends in the afternoon. Shaka likes to play ball, and I don't forbid him to do that. Playing ball is a positive activity, and can make Shaka healthy, also train him to organize, because football also includes sports that train the ability to work together a team.

After praying asar Shaka said goodbye to mama to go to the spaciousness, but she just passed me who was sitting in the living room while watching television.

Because Shaka was angry with me, because the brown brownies that were wrapped in the restaurant forgot not to be brought, but Shaka really wanted to taste the brownies.

" There are people, too, why not pay him anyway?", I rebuked as Shaka walked away without saying goodbye to me.

" So that's the guy?, I guess the mannequin, because there's been no sound ever since", said Shaka, he really likes to tease me so I'm angry and upset. It was hard for both of us to get along and live peacefully like a mother and her son.

Ever since understanding the circumstances, Shaka only knew that I was his older sister. Unlike Juna who never once refused my orders, and never once debated my words, because Juna understood how the struggle and suffering I had been through so far.

Shaka was very happy to refute my orders, and often debated my words. When Juna was at home, just need Juna pelotototti, Shaka would stop arguing with me, but now that Juna is not home, it makes me and Shaka more often clash of mouth.

" Where are there mannequins that spotty rich brother?, all mannequin statues are smooth and clean white, if you name brother rich mannequin, means brother white and clean dong", I intentionally praise myself.

" Yeah.only this time there are people who feel proud in the same mannequin. Kak Raya is very strange to be a person".

Shaka continued to wander out, but suddenly went back inside the house while running.

" Assalamualaikum!", I heard a greeting from the door.

" Kak Raya, there is Mas Bos tuh nyamperin, the hunt came out, he brought a large bag, it looks like brownies that had been left here" said Shaka with sparkling eyes.

I also walked out grumbling, "There are guests, instead of being locked in the door instead of being left in again, you are how!", I said annoyed as I glared at Shaka.

I saw Shaka wailing while showing his index fingers and fingers together, a sign of peace.

" Peace", that's what came out of his mouth.

" Greetings wa'alaikum", I opened my door, right, it turns out Bian delivered brownies that had forgotten not to be brought.

" I want to do this, you guys came home in a hurry so miss the brownies, all the same chocolate milkshake for you and Shaka", bian said as he handed him a thick white plastic bag with the restaurant logo in the middle.

The plastic bag that is the hallmark and the identifier of the restaurant where I work, every time I make delivery orders to the offices.

" Thank you a lot Bi.., even so ngrepotin you, I was going to ask Rita for help so that it is brought right to go home, just want to go home, let me later take to the house of Rita who is not far away, uh even you have anterin, thank you very much".

" The question since Shaka cuddled because his brownies forgot not to be taken" said I deliberately hard so that Shaka heard from the middle room.

And right, Shaka went straight out and he was a manyun to me, "Hey kind-hearted Brother Bian. He was told to go in with mom, he said sit down first, don't talk at the door".

Shaka's words made me realize, since I haven't told Bian to come in, and still chatting while standing at the door.

" Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot not to invite you in, let's go in first Bi, sit down first, let me make coffee, not yet late afternoon right?, it's only half 4 hours, just sit down first, no rush to go home?", I asked.

Bian immediately entered and also sat in the living room. I also walked to the back intending to make coffee, but it turns out mama had already made coffee for Bian.

" Okay... thanks a lot of bu, even so ngrepotin" said Bian mince words.

" No nicotine really, the mother even seneng if there are friends of the children of mothers who like to play at home. From the first friend Raya was the least come, compared to his sister's friends".

" Raya is not good at getting along, or because her younger brothers become her friends more".

Mama kept talking while holding the tray in her right hand.

" Ma, this Bian here is not intentionally want to play, he did brownies that had missed at the restaurant" I explained, so that my mother did not continue to invite Bian to chat nggalor ngidul unclear.

" Oh so, thank you very much then, here let me cut into pieces for friends coffee nak Bian" said mama.

" No ma'am, this is enough, it's enough for Shaka and my family, I've eaten the same brownies a lot, so I've had coffee".

Bian refused to eat the brownies he was carrying. Of course, he brought it here for Shaka, not to eat it himself.

" Bian brother is very generous, thank you, brother, but sorry my friends are already nyamperin, want to play the ball on the field, so Shaka stay first huh Kak".

Bian nodded as he showed his thumb ", Siip, hope to win yes" Bian said with a smile looking at Shaka and his friends walking towards the field.

" What did your mother say, if you don't have many friends?, as I remember when your Junior High was familiar with Kiki and Dian, even you always go and go home together, as I remember, now how are they?" .

It turned out that Bian still remembered Kiki and Dian, they were both indeed close friends of mine but before I quit school. Bian also doesn't know about me quitting school suddenly in 3rd grade. So much that Bian doesn't know about me.

" They've left this village, followed their distant husband Dian and Kiki after graduating high school, and they married someone from another town. Now that they live in her husband's town, even they both have children" I replied as necessary.

Bian seemed to nod his head in understanding, "You alone, why not get married, when friends your age have a family and even have children?".

I looked at Bian who was looking at me, waiting for an answer from me.

" You want to know what you want to know?", I said, so that the atmosphere does not become too serious.

I could see at a glance there was a shadow of mama behind the connecting door of the living room and the living room. Mama quietly listened to my conversation with Bian.

" Ye.

I just smiled wryly.

" I also want to be like other friends, married and happy, but all this time there is nothing I have been married to, do I have to first marry?, he said?, I'm a girl, don't pantes if ngajak marriage first" I said.

It is true that there has been no man who invites me to marry, because I always retreat first, making a distance when someone tries to approach me.

" You're serious Ra, there's never been a man you're sure you're marrying?", Bian seemed to distrust my words.

" Seriously.., two rius instead. Why?, don't you believe it?".

Bian nodded immediately.

" You are beautiful Ra. I also know from the past many who like you, but you are always avoiding them, that's why I don't dare to blatantly show that I'm interested in you too".

" I'm afraid that you're also avoiding me if you know I like you".

Finally I heard also the sentence statement of feelings that Bian actually felt to me, indeed since long ago I deliberately diverted the conversation whenever Bian tried to express his love for me.

I remained silent not responding to Bian's words, I was actually confused about where to start, I did intend to tell Bian the truth about my situation.

Bian is a good person, he does not deserve to be lied to, however he must know what my true situation is, but I feel afraid and embarrassed to reveal everything to Bian.

" Why are you silent Ra.?, don't you feel the same way?, or is there another man you like?".

I immediately shook my head. " It's not so Bi, you're a good person, very good even.., you should be able to get a better woman than me who lacks this much".

I can finally say something right out of my mouth.

" What do you mean to say so Ra?, I do not see any shortcomings of yourself, you are also a good girl, from the time of junior high I have known you, and from the past until now, you are also a good girl, I know you're a good girl, and very pretty".

I took a long breath. " There are so many stories about me that you don't know yet Bi. If you knew my true circumstances, maybe you'd leave here soon and would no longer like me" I replied.

Bian looked at me fixedly, "Will you tell me all the stories about you that I don't know yet?, let me decide after hearing from you, are you really not worthy of me, or you deserve to be with me".

Bian was good at stringing words, and our conversation paused when I heard the sound of papa's motorbike stopping in front of the house.

I heard Papa say hello and went into the house.

" Eh, there are guests anyway, sorry you do not know, because there is no motor in front, what car on the big road belongs to son Bian?", asked papa.

I saw Bian nod, "Fright sir, it was about to stop by here directly from the restaurant. But sorry, this is ready to say goodbye, it's late afternoon, afraid Maghrib time is still on the road, so Bian said goodbye first", said Bian politely to my papa.

Mama also came out and participated in pamiti by Bian.

" Tomorrow at the restaurant, we continue the unfinished conversation. I must know all the stories about you, whatever your story, I will definitely listen, I wait for your presence in the restaurant tomorrow".

That's what Bian said when I drove him home, and we just stayed together on my porch. I just nodded in response to Bian's words.