I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
58. Gifts

Gift (gift(

“You did very well earlier,” said the Queen Mother.

We are currently having dinner at the hotel. More precisely in the sky dining restaurant owned by hotel M. Dining above the height while enjoying the view of the city of Surabaya at night, plus a meal that is served very beautiful and also delicious. But unfortunately the portion is small, where rend it to me. After this I'll take Caraka on a duck rice hunt, or maybe a pecel? a rawon? My mouth drools at the thought of eating those foods.

“Stay calm when people try to knock us down mentally with condescending looks and sarcastic remarks. Let our achievements silence them. Unless they blatantly insult us, we are obliged to defend our self-esteem.”

The Queen Mother did not know, it was very itchy this mouth wanted to answer their words, fortunately I had restrained myself because I did not want to embarrass the Queen Mother who stood beside me. I could only smile while holding back. It is amazing that a Kirana can hold back .. puk-puk-puk, good job Kirana.

“It is very rare for Haryanto to praise someone like that,” said the King made me look at him. “Now everyone will no longer dare to look at you one eye because they already know the ability you have and have received recognition from Haryanto, Just wait until the news about you will spread.”

All this time I've been at the top of the gossip topics of complex mothers, and now it seems like I'm taking classes to headline socialite mothers gossip. But at least they won't gossip about me in a vegetable stall like a complex mom, right?

“And everyone now knows that you are the future wife of Caraka, so you must be able to take care of yourself as well as possible.”

“Not all,” said Caraka who sat leaning back. “There is still someone who should know my relationship with Kirana.” Caraka's gaze looked bright making me, the Queen Mother and the King raise eyebrows to see it. “People who really should know about me and Kirana.”

“Who?” manya curious.

Caraka just smiled full of mystery making me furrow my eyebrows.

“You already know that tomorrow Mahesa group will hold orphanage and duafa?”

I nodded in response to Big Boss' question. A few days ago I got an invitation to attend orphanage and twofa which this time will be held in hotel M ballroom which will be attended by orphans from Yayasan orphanage Surabaya, some orphan Foundation administrators, nursing homes, Yayasan Duafa Indonesia as well as local officials to be symbolically given donations which will then be distributed to the surrounding community who are entitled.

This activity is carried out once every year in the area where the Mahesa group is located, and is usually only represented by GM, the Manager of each region, and the, as well as representatives from the center who are usually represented by one of the Directors or GM. Big Boss will come in turns to certain areas and usually the area attended by Big Boss the event will be larger by inviting more people as well as regional officials.

And this time it turns out Surabaya who had the opportunity to be visited by Big Boss, it deserves the committee to work extra than a month before. Even Aileen, Yuli, Feri and some of the staff were seconded for the event.

“You came right?”

“Must come,” said Caraka made me who just opened my mouth to answer Big Boss is now staring at him. “Majib!” I was just about to open my mouth again to say that I was coming, but I was stopped again because I heard Caraka say, “And this time, I have prepared clothes for you.”

I looked at Caraka who was smiling full of mystery making me suspicious. But my suspicion was not proven when Caraka drove me to the apartment he gave me a paper bag with a famous Muslim clothing brand printed there.

A beautiful white robe with a embroidered motif on the cuff part of the hand is also under the skirt that expands with a soft cloth that falls off, protruding from the bottom up to the bottom of the hoe with a gradation of purple and light blue, a very beautiful vine motif looks like a painting.

“Very much.”

“Like?”

I nodded in response. “Thank you.”

“Thank you? can't get a gift?”

“Hahaha.”

“Oh, come on.” Caraka pulled me until I was in her embrace. “You know, today you look very beautiful .. amazing, and I had to refrain from directly hugging you in front of Mamah earlier when I first saw you.”

“Hahaha .. it is because of the preparatory clothes done by mamahmu.”

He did not know that earlier he also looked ordinary laure handsome with the batik he was wearing. The aura of good looks pol-polan deh.

“I have to change clothes.” I came back to realize that I was still wearing the clothes I was wearing to the party while Caraka had changed into a black t-shirt and blue jeans.

“Later first.” Caraka again pulled me who would stand up to sit back next to her. “After ... This.”

And ... did he get the prize, or is this a further gift for me? A very soft and sweet gift. Hmmm .. long enough this time that my heart is racing, and I'm sure it's beating just as crazy as me, until we finally ended the ‘exchange the gift’ with the same breath hunting.

“A-I have to change clothes.” I stood up then walked quickly towards the room.

Arriving in my room, I held my chest. Crazy, this is the first time my heart is pounding so hard. I quickly went to the bathroom, washed my face, and realized that we had not prayed yet. Astagfirullahadzim apos. Danger, really danger! I had to quickly find my father, in order to quickly upset my relationship with Caraka. Keep us from continuing sin, justify the haram, and get divine pleasure.

“Honey, pray first we just walk again find food!”

I heard Caraka's call from outside, made me quickly change clothes and then take ablution, and went out of the room after wearing a mukena for congregational prayer with Caraka who had just finished the ablution that looked shinning, she said, shimmering spending (shining, beautiful sparkling).

Masayehlah …

Astagfirullah!!

I shook my head after a moment of being enchanted by the Prince. Anyway I have to quickly meet Randi or Andi, or whoever it is that matters fast SAH!!!

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Currently we have just entered the area of Taman Bungkul, a park that became one of the icons of Surabaya. Actually, I have wanted to play here for a long time because I heard stories from Aileen and others, but because I was busy working and it felt less fun if I came alone, so only now can be achieved there is ayang bebe who menenami.

The nighttime atmosphere in the hunchback garden is very lively, the lights are animal-shaped from the start of parrots, butterflies, ducks, chickens, deer and more, to name a few, there is also a box shaped like disco lights, plus the visitors who come with their families let their children play freely, some are running around, some are just sitting relaxed on the outdoor stage, there are also those who play games.

Know shit, right? that you know, which is shaped like a propeller that is flown over rubber, will later fly in circles, flying, down again while removing the colors from the small lights mounted on the body of the kiritan that make the night sky in the park bungkul more lively, plus the pedagogues who offer their merchandise, as well as the helpers, the cry of the parents who call their children and the babbling and laughter of the children.

Not only parents and children, but also many teenagers who come with their partners, they sit in front of the fountain green, green, there flows a clean river with clear water makes the atmosphere more comfortable to hear the rustling of water. Some teenagers were also seen practicing skateboarding in an area built specifically for the extream sports lovers.

While Caraka and I walked to the center of PKL Taman Bungkul which is not far from the children's playground, where there are slides, seesaws, and , swings and more are now being filled by children who are watched by parents who sit not far from them.

“What do you eat?”

“Rawon.” I've imagined a savory sauce, mixed with lime juice and chili, beuh.

We got into a tent that had a raw calculator on it, then sat down on one of the available chairs. On the table there is a jar containing shrimp crackers, also dishes containing fried lungs, salted eggs, and not to miss the fried tempe.

A waiter came to our table with a little scrapbook.

“Mbak e kalean Mas, nipun pesen nopo?” (What kind of message do you want?)

“What's up, Mas?”

“Rawon wonten, meat soto wonten.” (Rawon there, soto meat there).

“What do you eat?” I caught Caraka eating fried lung.

“Samain only,” he replied while returning to take fried lung.

“Rawon two, Mas.”

“Minume opo?” (What to drink?)

“Tea warm only two.”

“Pesane rawon kale, warm tea kale, leres nggih?” (Reserve rawon two, warm tea two, right?)

“Yes, the one with the half name is yes, Mas.”

“Upload, Ma'am, diancosi nggih.” (Good, Ma'am, awaited yes, Ma'am).

“It's good to talk about Java apparently now,” as late as Caraka after the waiter left our table.

“Not good, just start to understand a little. How not, every day almost everyone speaks the Javanese language that inevitably makes me have to learn, at least can understand what they say.”

I took the fried lung and started eating it just like Caraka.

“Oh yes, later I send jewelry have Mamah ya.”

“Not it was already given to you?”

I shook my head. “That's too much, I can't take it.”

Caraka looked at me.

“Why can't it? Just accept.”

“I can not ... Our relationship is not yet at that stage.”

“And when that stage will happen.”

“Later when the witness says legitimate.”

Caraka went back into silence then nodded.

“I know Mamah bought it specially for you, so Mamah will definitely be sad if you refuse and return it.”

“But ..”

“Save it, just think of it as a form of affection and attention Mamah for you. Do you have the heart to reject one of Mamah's forms of attention?”

I'm silent, all wrong .. heavy, it's hard if I accept it.

“Begin with it, tomorrow I myself will return it to Mamah, but if Mamah rejects it .. I will save it.”

Caraka nodded in agreement. The waiter came with two bowls of rawon and two plates of rice. I immediately added lime juice and two spoons of sambal.

“If I buy it will you accept?”

I looked at Caraka who was looking at me seriously. I could see hope in his eyes, I could not bear to disappoint him, but honestly I also did not want to receive expensive gifts from him. However, our relationship was only a couple, not a husband and wife, there was no right or obligation to receive valuables from him. But …

“Originally not excessive.”

Caraka smiled then nodded in understanding and started eating her rawon.

At that time, Caraka did not know that she had prepared a very beautiful ring that she gave me when she drove me home to the apartment.

“This is not our engagement ring... Just think of it as an early birthday gift some weeks.” I smiled because I knew it was still two weeks away. “You should wear it tomorrow. Remember, must! Okay!”

At that time I was just staring at the white gold ring with small diamonds arranged to form a circle in the middle, on the right-hand side there are three small flowers where in each pistil there is a small diamond.

“Honey!”

“Iya?”

“Tomorrow used, okay!”

I just nodded while looking at the ring that was now embedded in my ring finger, without knowing there was a certain intention behind the ring.

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