I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
22. Takeshi Castle

Takeshi Castle

“Don't be nervous, they won't eat you.” Caraka tried to calm me down who was sitting nervously in her car.

“Not to be eaten, just glared to a gosong,” I said while trying to calm down.

“Hahaha.”

“I'm okay, right? My clothes, okay? You won't be ashamed, will you?”

“Honey, you have asked about it many times .. and my answer is still the same, you are already okay to use, it cantiiik so much.”

“Iiih, seriously.”

“Serius .. I reached pangling you know earlier, more beautiful than the time we to open restaurant Aunt Diah.”

I smiled ashamedly at her praise. I did get a little dressed up today, and all because of the one and only my bestie Siska. This time I really have to thank him, and be grateful for having a friend who has a malugada shop.

After work, early in the morning I immediately banged on his house, even though nagging because he was forced to wake up. But after hearing my story that today I will have lunch with the Caraka family, and confused because I do not know what clothes to wear. I can't possibly wear the same clothes that I did at the opening of Abi's mama's restaurant right? And it is also not possible to shop because there is no time. So, Siska is the only hope. And as I thought, he followed me up looking for clothes by contacting some of his partner shops.

As a result I get a beautiful peach-colored dress with a length below the knee that looks simple and polite, suitable for lunch. Siska even went into a frenzy looking for shoes and bags that matched my clothes. This time I stayed in front of the glass longer than when Caraka first invited me to meet with her friends, because this was my real battle, so my preparation had to be more mature.

My heart was beating faster when the car entered the elite area that is quite famous in the number of Menteng - Central Jakarta. After passing through the luxurious complex gates with close supervision, the, now I really made gaping with the large and magnificent houses on the right – left of the road separated by palm trees planted as separators. The houses looked intimidating, with the high gates making it look desolate as if isolated from the outside world.

“I don't want to have a house here,” I said still with eyes staring right – left of the street.

“Why?”

“It seems like there are no neighbors, if there is anything it will be difficult if you do not have neighbors.” I still stared at the luxurious house. “Continue no baso, chicken noodles, porridge, siomay, same ice dawet or cingcau passing by .. excruciating that.”

“Hahaha.” Caraka just laughed hearing me. “But here, his mothers no one gossiped at the greengrocer in the morning.”

“Hahaha, yes .. but it is one of the arts in neighbors, not only gossip, but we also help each other, if there are any immediate neighbors can help, quickly, even we can exchange dishes or ask for kitchen spices if for example it runs out, it's good to stay in the village.”

Caraka was seen nodding his head, we are now passing a park complete with jogging track and artificial lake, not far from there there are 2 tennis courts and one basketball court. I can imagine young Caraka playing basketball there with her friends, it must look cool.

“It's not so rigid now?” Caraka asked while looking at me.

I only realized that we had now stopped in front of a gate that was as high as the houses before.

“We're here?” I asked in shock as the gate slowly opened automatically and then showed two guards greeting Caraka.

“Iya, welcome to Mahesa's family home,” Caraka said with a smile, making me breathe out slowly.

After a while ago I began to calm down a little, but now back to the craze when the car entered the gate which was immediately presented with a sturdy and magnificent white building like a palace in a fairy tale country, complete with a manicured, beautiful and spacious garden, I gulped because I felt intimidated by what was plastered before me now.

Caraka parked her car next to a black Jeep Wrangler that looked dashing.

“Candra seems to have come,” said Caraka while paying attention to the car that looks gallant.

“That's the car Candra?”

“Iya, why?”

“No, just remember Oka .. she would be angry if I said I was riding her dream car, hihihi.”

“Oka likes automotive?” ask Candra while opening her seatbelt, as well as me.

“More precisely he likes Jeep type cars, and this is Wrangler? Sure enough, he could have fainted just by looking at it.” Caraka just smiled hearing me.

The rich are free. Yes ... if the money in the account is priceless again how the balance is free to buy goods at exorbitant prices, it's their right, their money so it's up to them to use for anything, too, including buying a car that costs up to 1.5M! The turn?! Even the Caraka car that he wears today if according to Mbah G, it costs more than 2M!! crazy double!!

If I had that kind of money, I'd buy a house, keep building the doors, so every month just accept the rent. Aaah, enjoy staying fans while lying down. But what is that power is only the disgrace of a people like me.

“Come!” I regained my senses when Caraka opened the car door for me.

We started walking towards the main door, and my heart went back to beating crazily, my hands started to feel cold. Caraka instantly noticed my nervousness, she tightened her hand grip giving me strength.

“Assalamualaikum!” exclaimed Caraka saluted as we entered the front door.

The magnificent house with the luxurious interior again managed to intimidate me, and it was really uncomfortable. I wanted to run away from there, but Caraka's hand held me back, making me undo my intention to turn right out of there.

“Wa’alaikumsalam .. Kakaang!” A very beautiful girl smiling broadly welcomed as she ran into the arms of the laughing Caraka holding her with one hand, without letting go of the other hand from my hand.

“When to go home?” caraka asked after the girl with a big nose, pure white skin, long black hair let go of the embrace.

“Yesterday night, Mamah yesterday told me that today Kakang will introduce someone. So I quickly went home to meet who managed to conquer the adventurer.”

“Hahaha.” Caraka laughed at the girl's words. “Na, know this chatty little sister, Arletha .. and Leta, this is Kirana the conqueror. Ouch!”

Caraka immediately complained when I pinched her waist for introducing me like that to her beautiful sister.

“Hai .. Arletha, Brother can call me Arletha or Leta, just don't Lelet,” Arletha said as she stuck out her hand with a friendly big smile.

“Hahaha .. Kirana, you can call Kirana or Nana, as long as it is not Kiki.”

“I'm the only one who can call him Kiki. Ow hell! Sorry, so bad!” He pinched my cheek back to make me the one who complained.

“Hahaha .. Come on, Brother! Others are already waiting inside.” Unexpectedly Arletha immediately grabbed my hand inviting me inside.

I looked at Caraka who was walking behind us with a smile still on her handsome face. He nodded as if to tell me that if it was okay, there was him here who would protect me, making me smile.

“See who has come!” arletha exclaimed as we reached a spacious room, making the three people who were sitting leisurely now stare at us.

A large sofa that looked very soft and comfortable where three people were sitting on it now stood. I immediately gulped to see how they were staring at my assessment.

Okay fine! I think it's time I got the horror stares I see on TV.

“Pah, Mah knows this Kirana Az Zahra .. Kirana, these are my parents and Candra, my sister.”

Caraka took over from Arletha by embracing my shoulder, leading me forward to approach the three people who were still silent looking at me.

“Kirana.” With a thump I stretched out my hand, though a little afraid of whether they would accept my hand or not.

A moment of silence that seemed to suffocate, made me almost pull back my hand.

“So this is to whose name is Kirana.”

Caraka's mother first accepted my hand with a wry smile even though I knew she was still trying to judge me by the look in her eyes. Not caring about the judging gaze, I immediately salim as taught by Mamah, as a tribute to older people.

Caraka's mother looks beautiful with yellow skin, the aura of elegance typical of Javanese menyyi women is very thick out of a small body with shoulder-length hair, complete with a typical appearance of upper class women.

“Candra.” The handsome man, a little similar to Caraka just seemed to be more reserved than Caraka, besides Candra with glasses with thinner body and whiter skin than Caraka extended her hand with a knotty smile, but the look in her eyes radiated as much hospitality as Arletha had, making me instantly accept her helping hand.

I didn't expect to get a friendly reception from the Caraka family, especially from her mother (hey! At least her mother smiled, right?). I thought they would look at me from top to bottom with a look of judgment and sneering (her mother half did that, but just ignore it. At least he smiled!). Ah, Kirana, you're watching too many doom soap operas! The proof is that they welcomed me kindly, in vain from earlier I was nervous.

“Ehm!” Deheman from the far right made me realize that there was still someone who had not received my hand (not even smiled at me!).

Aaah, I shouldn't have quickly felt relieved, I still have to fight through the Takeshi fortress which is now looking at me sharply, intimidating.

Bismillah .. Passion, Kirana, you can!!!

*****

Hiii ...

Also grieving for the earthquake that occurred in East Java, and also the disaster that occurred in NTT hopefully all safe, safe, and quickly returned to normal .. aamiin 🙏🙏🙏

*Naaah says" about Takeshi Castle may b**agi son" Now don't know what is Takeshi castle or Takeshi castle, but for the child" year 90an Takeshi fortress is no stranger (looks old 😓*)

Takeshi Fort or Takeshi castle is a game program from Japan to penetrate the Takeshi fortress, so difficult he said only 3 people who managed to penetrate Takeshi fortress (more people who landed on the moon drpd impenetrable Takeshi fortress 😅😅😅) .. nah kira" did Kirana manage to break through the defenses of Takeshi fortress and conquer the King??? We wait for tomorrow .. hmmm .. tomorrow again maybe? Or tomorrow and tomorrow again? 😅😅😅 (burger thrown same pot mom" 😅😅)

*T**stay spirit, and healthy greetings always* for everyone.

Love

A.K