I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
38. I will let you go

Candra had already left Oka who was still excited after seeing her dream car parked in front of the house, and she even asked permission to take pictures in front of Candra's black Wrangler car. Just make it ashamed!

“Use this dong, let it be cool.” Candra gives her sunglasses making Oka more and more.

Cekrek over there, cekrek over here, he even told me to become a photographer.

Not getting there, Candra also offers Oka to drive her car around the complex which Oka accepts with pleasure.

“Sorry, he sometimes does like to make shy.”

“Hahaha, no problem.”

Candra just laughed at Oka's tacky behavior, and now the tacky was showing off his photos on social media that turned out to be quite a lot of followers.

I went into the room and laid my body down, thinking about Candra's offer. Had it been in Jakarta, I would have accepted it without thinking anymore, but Surabaya ... would Mamah have allowed me to leave? Is Caraka going to wait for me for these three months?

I stare at the phone .. The desire to contact Caraka and tell her about this is huge, but I undo it. I keep my phone back on the pillow, the intention of the heart wants to take a nap for a moment but the eyes do not want to be closed. As a result, I just lay on my back while staring at the ceiling of the room, with a wandering mind thinking about everything that might happen

Around three o'clock Mamah came home with a wajik and souvenir from Mpo Rohaye also told me that again I occupied the top gossip position. I guessed it.

“They ask when did you get married? He said you're old, and it's not good to date for a long time.”

“Keep Mamah said what?” I unwrapped the red wajik paper and ate it. The sweet taste of brown sugar and savory glutinous rice instantly filled the mouth.

“Mamah said, if they want to finance your wedding, tomorrow you are also Mama marahin.”

“Hahaha ... continue?”

“Yes they have been silent .. lha, their children only have not been circumcised, unmarried Mamah never protested, why they bother to take care of you.”

“Lumayan, Mah, Kirana's sins are reduced because people are talking.”

Mom smiled as she walked towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

“But they have a point too. Not good girlfriendana long-time.”

“Not too long ago, new .. several months.”

How many months have I been with Caraka, where should I start counting? From the start I gave him a chance at Ancol? Or when I meet his family? What was the night he said he loved me?

I just realized that it turns out that Caraka and I don't have a definite date. Oh, that's it, we definitely like each other. Point.

Mom returned to the living room with a glass of water, sitting next to me watching TV.

“Oka where?’

“Go earlier in samper Deni.”

Mama nodded in understanding. Okay, I think it's time!

“Mah.”

“Hmm.”

“Mah.”

“Ya?”

“Mah.”

Mamah looked at me while saying, “What? From there it was just mahmah.”

“Hehehe.” I scratched my non-itchy nape.

“Why?”

“Hmmm .. if only, Mah. This is all right, Mah. Remember if!”

“Iya ... suppose what?”

“If anyone offered a job for a much better position, with a much better salary as well, but .. hmmm it's out of town, Mamah would accept it or not?”

Mom was silent for a moment while looking at me.

“The company is clearly not?”

“Very clear, new subsidiary of the group that has gone public also.”

“What position?”

“Manager MRP”

“MRP?”

“Ah, marketing research and promotion.”

Mamah fell silent again looking at me who excitedly answered Mamah's question.

“Where is the city?”

“Surabaya, but only three months after that office in Jakarta.”

Mamah was silent again, but this time a little bit longer made me palpitate a bit waiting for Mamah's reply.

“When to start?”

“ASAP (As soon as possible) .. asap.”

Mamah looked at me fixedly and went back to silent making me flutter again, I saw Mamah taking a deep breath before saying,

“Take, very good opportunity.”

“Aaaahhh!” I hugged Mamah while shouting happily. “Thank you, Mah! Thank you so much! Arigatoo gozaimasu.”

Mom laughed while stroking my back.

“So, who offered you this job.”

“Candra, her sister Raka.”

“Caraka's sister?”

I nodded in spirit.

“Iya, Kirana had met with Candra several times and talked about this business, and she had come here to tell me that until now she had not found someone who was suitable, she hoped Kirana would fill that position.”

“Caraka already know?”

“Not ... Kirana will tell him now.”

I quickly walked into the room followed by Mamah's gaze. Arriving in the room I immediately threw my body on the mattress and took a mobile phone and contacted Caraka.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

“Busy no?”

“No, what does it look like so happy.”

“Hehehe .. I have something to talk about, but it's not good on the phone.”

“Ya already, go home from work later I'll go to your house.”

“Or we meet outside only, let you not distance.”

“No need, I'm going to your new home we're looking for food. I try to make magrib have reached home.”

“Hmmm .. alright, see you later. Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

One permit I have paid, one more permit then all will be done. Perhaps more precisely not the permission I need from Caraka, just what certainty will he wait for me these three months? And I hope he does.

As promised around six o'clock Caraka got home, headed straight to the mosque with Oka for prayers magrib seramat.

“Na, you go buy food for Caraka.”

I just came out of the room after the magrib prayer, and Mamah was seen brewing coffee for Caraka.

“We want to eat out, Mah.”

“Eat at home only, kasian Caraka came home from work all the way here has not rested time left again, jammed .. kasian, must be tired really.”

Mom is right, she must be very tired. Jakarta at work, do not imagine how jammed, which must be stressful. Finally I obeyed Mamah's orders, went to buy Betawi soto which is quite famous in our area. Fortunately, the condition of Betawi soto shop is not as crowded as usual, so I do not need to queue for long.

Half an hour later I was back home. Mamah and Caraka were chatting in the living room looking serious made me walk straight into the kitchen with curiosity about what they were talking about. In the family room, Oka was looking at her cellphone which showed her social media pages.

“Public lies!” I said as I poured the soto containing the beef with the white sauce of milk and coconut milk mixture into the bowl. “In cyberspace photo ride Wrangler car, Audi, sometimes Lamborghini, originally ride a duck motorbike that has not paid off.”

“Hahaha, I never said the car had me, Brother, they were the wrong ones to assume.”

I could only shake my head at Oka's words while putting the fried emping in the jar, chili it into a small bowl and pickled cucumber and carrot into a small bowl.

“Ka, help bring food there.” I moved the rice from the magic com into a large bowl to carry it forward.

“Ready, Boss!” Oka stood up and started transporting one-on-one food to the living room.

I walked towards the kitchen set to pick up the plate and spoon, put it on the front desk of the tv, then called Mamah and Caraka who were still talking for dinner. But it seems like Caraka and Mamah's conversation isn't as serious as I imagined. They looked ordinary at dinner, joking, laughing at Oka's rant, which he said was growing his following on social media because he posted photos of luxury cars.

After dinner, I finally had a chance to talk to Caraka. We decided to talk on the porch, so Caraka could smoke.

“Tadi ... Candra come here.” Finally I dare to start the conversation that became my main and purpose to meet him today.

“Candra?” Caraka stopped her smoking activities, she now looked at me a little surprised.

“Iya, he .. offered me a position as MRP manager .. in Surabaya.”

I was silent trying to judge her reaction to my words, but she just stared at me, her cigarette was left burning.

“Do you accept it?”

“Not yet, I just spoke to Mamah.”

“What Mom allows?”

“Iya. Mom allows me.”

Caraka went back into silence then nodded in understanding. He smoked his cigarette then slowly exhaled his smoke, his face now looks bright making my heart feel sad.

“Are you going to let me go and wait for me?” I ventured to ask.

He looked back at me in silence, before finally smiling while nodding made me smile in relief.

“With one condition!”

“Terms?” I looked at him confused.

“Iya.”

“What?”

“Don't cheat,” he said made me pause for a while before finally laughing.

“Hahaha .. take it easy, I'm the loyal female type.”

“Just if you get there all sorts of things I'll go straight there and pull you back to Jakarta. Understand?”

“Hahaha, yesaa!”

“I will wait for you, make sure you come back with the same heart.”

I smiled and then nodded confidently.

“Keep your heart as long as I'm not around, don't let the green flies approach you.”

He laughed while stroking my hair.

“Just relax, I will carry pesticides wherever I go so that no one will dare to approach me.”

I held his arm tightly while laughing. It feels good to be sad at the same time because both Mamah and Caraka allow me to take the opportunity, but also sad because it means I have to part with them for some time. Valuable people in my life.

One more thing I should be grateful for, I thought it would be a little difficult to convince Caraka, considering she was a little possessive, there was no rejection or rebuttal like he had done all this time. Am I overconfident that she's gonna have a hard time letting me go far? Or because he really trusted me, so easily as to give me permission?

Yes, whatever the reason is I will prove to him also to Candra who has trusted me, if I will not disappoint them. I'll show you my best.

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