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Hello 30, Memories
"I was just doing what I had to do at the time. But God intended differently. I can only be Sachi's father, not her husband Mba Nay" Rama recalls.
"First love (first love) sounds" Izza jokes melt the mood that began to mellow.
"Maybe ..it was difficult to define my heart at that time. Between kasian and darling there's no difference. But after the rejection for the sake of rejection from Mba Nay, I realized that the affection I had was only limited to the love of a Brother. At that time I did not think long too, which in my mind only preserved his honor. Still young .. definitely put forward feelings rather than thoughts" said Rama while looking at the window and see the blue sky.
"Allah knows what is best for us at the right time. Maybe if Brother married Mba Nay even mellowed the atmosphere. It could be at any time Mas Haidar fully recovered and found his loved ones were married to his own biological sister. Bitter would have accepted that. Instead of being better like now, Sachi had Dad and Papa at once. Whatever the status of the two of you, in the eyes of Sachi, you are the people he loves and loves" said Izza sage.
"Yes, oh yes, the time in IGD when you see Mas Haidar rich strange that's why?" rama asked curiously.
"Ga. ga. who said my view is strange" replied Izza.
"Ayoooo think what tuh.. like the same Mas Haidar? Gapapa too, he is single but has one child" said Rama smiled.
"It's not that Kak eh Mas" said Izza hurriedly.
"You're more comfortable calling me Big Brother, why should you call me Mas? I have never had a problem, everyone is free to call me with any greeting" seduced Rama.
"I'm sorry if I haven't been able to talk to superiors, communication skills are also not as good as Mba Gita. apologize" Izza asked politely.
"Just relax Za. I want everyone who works here to feel comfortable without any level of office. We must be equal for the sake of a sense of belonging in this company" explained Rama.
"I'll be just for a little while, about a month ahead, I'm not working here anymore. Not that I don't want to have a sense of belonging, but I try not to be tempted by comfort. Because if we feel comfortable, it means we do not grow, develop and become better in the future" said Izza philosophical.
"Wowww. his words makjleb really, you know ga... women who are around me always say that I can make them comfortable. Only this time there are women who instead refuse comfort from me .. good girl.." replied Rama mocked.
"Is there anything else to ask? I still have work to do and there is a meeting with Mr. Feri and Mr. Idam" asked Izza to cut the direction of Rama's conversation that was not necessarily the direction.
"Enough.thank you for the explanation and the files, you can continue working now. If you want to go to the other office, you can ask for Mang Ujang anterin. I have no schedule out today" said Rama.
Izza came out of the meeting room. Rama's eyes still followed Izza's movements until he sat in his chair. While Mba Gita saw the gaze of Rama with a less like view.
Izza himself did not realize that he was again being watched by Rama and Mba Gita observing Rama, Izza was busy setting the same pile of files.
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Rama leaned his head against the chair, while still staring at Izza from the meeting room.
"Hey you, like a normal human being.We will never know what will happen in front of us, if we are in a working relationship right now, all I leave back to God. If God had destined us to be united in a more blissful seriousness, we would not be separated, but if God willed we were only destined to be friends, then we will meet with others to establish a relationship of seriousness, forcing to have you will only end in vain and of course hurt. For you who are currently always filling my day, even though it is still in the scope of work, may you always be happy like you make me happy to be in a place that I do not want. May we end up in a real certainty. Thank you for always making me comfortable to fight for my future" Rama murmured inwardly.
It cannot be denied that the shadow of Mba Nay appears in the figure of Izza. Four years ago trying to propose Mba Nay, make Rama arise more feelings to Mba Nay.
"O Allah .. Did I fall on him? or is it because of the feeling I'm harboring about Mba Nay resurfacing?" rama said while closing his face with both hands.
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"Mas Rama seems to have a lot of thoughts? what's he thinking, huh? why has he returned from England and rarely shared his story? Is he really interested in Izza?" ask Mba Gita in her own mind.
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Izza looked at his family photo, rubbing it slowly.
"Ga needs revenge .. smile, and let karma do its job. People who hurt our families will get hurt in the end" Izza said.
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Friday night, Mr. Isam, Rama and Mang Ujang were ready to leave for Tasikmalaya after Rama returned from office.
From this afternoon until afternoon, Mang Ujang was told to sleep first with Rama. So now it is fit and ready to drive the vehicle.
They deliberately set off in the middle of the night, take a leisurely walk so that before dawn can be there and enjoy the fresh air.
On the way, only Mr. Isam and Mang Ujang chatted, Rama was already asleep in the flow of his dreams, whatever he dreamed, occasionally he smiled.
"Jang... My son is in love again huh?" asked Mr. Isam to draw a description from Mang Ujang.
"No, I don't know Papi Boss, but the power lately see Mas Boss is rich that's a lot of smiles. But if you have returned home from work back home again" Mang Ujang reported honestly.
"You know who the woman is?" cecar Mr. Isam.
"Mas Boss never talked about women, if chatting with me just say want to design a park for people cheap recreation festive, that's a rich discussion every day" replied Mang Ujang who covered the actual he began to be suspicious of Rama's gaze to Izza, but for the sake of Mas Boss' privacy he had to lie a little. Mang Ujang promised to be his friend Rama.
"He wanted to be an architect from childhood. When his age playing toy cars, he was always engrossed in the same paper and markers. Can feel at home for hours making pictures of buildings. Even cuddle money to buy an architect's desk, for him mending gajan rather than can not picture. He learned self-taught from the internet how to make pictures. But I have broken his dream, I force him to be a businessman, to be one of the successors of the family business. Hopefully he might have buried deeply, but I am sure if his dream is still he wants to realize. I was willing to reconcile to let him achieve what he wanted, but reality was not possible. He must be ready to go into this business, if not who he is anymore" said Mr. Isam in a somewhat sad tone.
"But Papi Boss should be double grateful, have a child who is the same parent. Mas Boss also since coming home directly to work, never truant. I went to the office early in the morning and went home late at night. His looks are flamboyant style, but I feel that Mas Boss is a good person" said Mang Ujang.
"Bener Jang.I am not good at thanking God for the blessing that God gave me long ago" said Mr. Isam.
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Apparently the road smoothly jaya, at two in the morning has arrived at the organic plantation area. Mang Ujang headed for a villa in the plantation area. The villa guards had already prepared a place for them. It turned out that this was a villa and plantation owned by Mr. Isam. Rama had no idea about this villa.
Since Rama studied in England, Mr. Isam bought land here to develop organic plantations. In the past his uncle Mang Ujang (formerly a security worker in the office of Pak Isam, now already a TKI in Hong Kong) who nawarin this land because of the same kasian population around which many migrated to Jakarta, Indonesia, so in the village there is a shortage of young people to build the village.
Most of the people who live here are women and children. From this taste, his uncle Mang Ujang ventured to talk to Mr. Isam. Gayung together, Mr. Isam did want to spend old age in the village with farming. Moreover, the price is still cheap pas Pak Isam buy this land, the condition is still shrubbery and rarely anyone passes.
After buying the same Mr. Isam, completely changed, built neatly and the road is used conblock so that it can absorb rain water (concrete calories do not absorb water).
Mr. Isam was suddenly a byword at that time, even until now who does not know him in this area, such as if Mr. Isam was a candidate himself as the Village Chief must be automatically elected, but not the position of purpose of Mr. Isam, there is a debt of gratitude with this area that makes Mr. Isam build this village.
"Pi.... Whose villa is this?" ask Rama.
"Bapi.." replied Mr. Isam.
"Your father is in college" replied Mr. Isam casually.
"Don't tell me?" said Rama.
"Say you tell me you want to pay?" ask Mr. Isam back.
Rama was silent and sat on the front porch.
"Pi .. That's there pesantren huh?" rama asked, pointing west.
"Yes.it's a mixed pesantren" replied Mr. Isam while selonjoran.
"What do you mean Pi?" rama said curiously.
"Pesantren if people say" continued Mr. Isam.
"Oh, that's not a pesantren that education level is Pi?" sahut Rama began to understand.
"Yes, most of which there is rehabilitation from drugs, husband and wife whose household is troubled or children who cannot be said to be the same as their parents" continued Mr. Isam.
"Luckily, Papi did not know this place yet, so Ramaa was not entered into the pesantren .. hehehe" joked Rama.
"Yes yes, you are hard to say. Papi wants to sleep first yes. sleepy, tomorrow morning we meet eight hours leave yes, ontime" said Mr. Isam while entering the villa.
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"That... sleepy ga?" ask Rama.
"Ga.." replied Mang Ujang.
"Yuk streets" take Rama.
"This Boss has a clock?" ask Mang Ujang.
"Have .this is my watch, a gift from Mas Haidar when I graduated" Rama pointed out.
"Well, is it the clock?" man Ujang.
"Yes flame, I use the time of death clock" insisted Rama.
"Can you read it now what time? this is the Mas Boss. Where are you going? after all this is a village, not a city of Jakarta that never sleeps" said Mang Ujang.
"You in the city or in the same village Mang, look at the pesantren, still rame people in the field. All we pray at dawn in the pesantren mosque, ngalap aja Mang" invite Rama.
"Related to Boss? It is a boarding school for children with drugs. sieun ah (fear)" replied Mang Ujang.
"What drug addicts are demons? I want to see near there, who knows we meet Ceu Lilis" Goda Rama.
"That ngaco emang Ceu Lilis is a junkie? but actually also yes Mas Boss, who knows he prayed there, let's go kemon" replied Mang Ujang spirit.
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Rama brought a motor. The streets are very quiet because of the early hours. Street lights are not as bright as in Jakarta, so it is reckless to use motor lights to look around.
He greeted the man standing guard at the door of the pesantren, introducing himself. Rama was then welcome to enter because Mang Ujang said that Rama was his son Pak Isam.
Along the way to the living room pesantren, Rama saw some screaming and some were even entered into the drum of his body.
"A' that's why he got into the drum? Not in the wind later?" rama asked curiously.
"It was a recurrence of the drug A' Rama" replied Aa' Ijam.
"Where are we going A' ? I want to see here, all of you want to join the morning prayer with Pak Kyai" said Rama began to feel bad because he felt very respected.
"Gapapa A' .. enter first meet Abah Ikin. I had already reported that there was Aa' here" replied Aa' Ijam.
"Ga good or A' . where I wear jeans and t-shirts anyway, the time wants to face Mr. Kyai, not appropriate" replied Rama low.
"It never looks at people wearing clothes what A'. The intention of the congregation is insyaa Allah accepted with open arms" explained Aa' Ijam.
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Rama and Mang Ujang waiting in an open pendopo. There's only a big table there. The seat is based on a mendong mat (a special mat of Tasikmalaya crafts). The lights were also dim, Rama and Mang Ujang were treated to bandrek which made the body warm and a plate of rengginang oyek.
"This is a different shape, huh Mang? it's not ordinary rich" said Rama curious.
"Eta oyek Mas Boss, the usual renginang of sticky rice, seagrass oyek cassava tea" explained Mang Ujang.
"What is this taste Mang? rich there is what spice it is" said Rama while enjoying oyek.
"Eta Cikur Mas Boss" replied Mang Ujang while taking the oyek.
"What kind of a bitch? I know shaving" asked Rama again.
"Kencur .. there are other spices, I do not know what the season is" replied Mang Ujang.
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"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" said Abah Ikin.
"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" replied Rama and Mang Ujang simultaneously while kissing Abah's hand.