Like a Former Nail
SEASON 2 Episode 3

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I once glanced back, making sure no one was following. Maybe Mas Yudi will search later, but I don't care. I couldn't stand to sit there, especially next to Devian. The shadow of that afternoon was hunting my mind, like a high-class fugitive. My body also could not be compromised, which was increasingly shivering and nausea that continued to fill my esophagus.

A taxi passed me and I immediately shouted to him. The location of my residence is still far away and the fare will definitely consume my ration of food for two days. But again I don't care. I just want to get away from this place to eat.

“Where, Mbak?”

I jerked. I didn't realize I was too busy with my daydreams. “Jatibaru area Yes Sir.”

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My phone kept ringing. I decided to ignore it because it will be here soon. I can't remember the last time this foot stepped on that magnificent house. Maybe half a year ago, or maybe more.

“Quick to the back!” aunt Ria's orders when she just went through the door.

My guess is correct. I came here just to take care of the kitchen. It always has been. But at least I'm quite happy. I can meet with Mbok Ida and Mang Guntur. They were the ones who took care of me from infancy, thinking of me as a child.

“Mbok!” call me cheerful.

“Non Keiysa,” said Mbok Ida while smiling widely.

I hugged him tightly. Missed him enough. “Mbok how are you?”

“Mbok good. If Non alone how?”

“I'm also good Mbok.” I looked back, looking at the already crowded middle room. “There is an event yes, Mbok?”

“Mistress said, this is a meal with the family of prospective fiancee Non Rania,” replied Mbok Ida who continued to cut fruits that were delayed because of my interupsiku. “Mbok hear, if Non Rania's fiance is the son of the owner of the Prince Harmonis hotel, which in the Perawang Area, the five-star hotels,” Mbok Ida began to tell stories. “Say too, her fiance is also the niece of the cigarette entrepreneur Melbournee.”

I just listened, didn't respond. Whoever Rania's fiancee is none of my business. Even though Rania has a blood relationship with me, I still can't join her to attend the event, because later I will be very busy in the kitchen, preparing dishes to deliver at the tables. All the invitees also no one would care about my whereabouts.

“Mbok, the juice is up. Quickly filled!” the voice of the baritone reigned.

I reflexively looked. “Dad,” lirihku.

That figure only caught me glimpsed. He left the kitchen without saying anything, or just saying hello. I just smiled wryly, as if assuming the usual reaction.

“Non, can you please fill the juice, Mbok again cut dragon fruit,” pinta Mbok Ida.

“The more mature you are, the more similar you are to your mother,” said Aunt Gladis, one of Aunt Ria's younger siblings. “Hopefully you did not follow in the footsteps **** your mother.”

I tried to catch my ears. Not the first time, often. Every time they gather in this house, they always say insulting words about mother. But I don't feel angry. I don't know what it looks like. Since childhood I have never met. What I heard from Mbok Ida, is that mom died after giving birth. My mother was a maid in this house.

“Bring also some more cakes and drinks here!” aunt Ria orders with a cynical voice.

“Iya Tan,” answered me who immediately stepped into the kitchen.

The more time passes, the more guests arrive. At first I suspected that this event was just a regular meal, inviting close family only. But more and more guests are coming to each other. It had been two hours since I arrived, I had gone back and forth from the kitchen, the living room, and the living room. I did not even have time to drink, because I was always told to be quick to prepare food, bring the cutlery that had been used to the sink and wash it.

“Rest first rest Non, let aunt who brought the snack forward,” advice Mbok Ida.

“Let's go Mbok, after this one,” said before returning to bring a snack request Aunt Gladis who suddenly looks enthusiastic. From their conversation that I heard, Harvi—'s cousin the name of Rania—'s fiance will come. Aunt Gladis intends to set her up with her son, Misca.

But my steps came to a halt at the connecting door between the living room and the living room. My body suddenly sweated. That figure.. Devian. Why is he in this house?

“Quick bring it here!” aunt Gladis's Order.

“I-Iya Tan,” I replied as I walked hesitantly closer to the table.

I don't know if God is angry with me right now, or if today is my bad day. The glass containing the orange juice that Devian wanted to put in front of him spilled, the effect of my body's reaction due to the emotional and psychological pressure due to the arrival of the man. And when our palms were accidentally touched when Devian tried to help wipe away the traces of juice, I reflexively moved away in fear. The Devian Raut spontaneously frowned in astonishment. It must have felt strange about my reaction, as well as Aunt Gladis and Misca. The child and mother looked at me fiercely, as if they wanted to swallow me alive.

“Ma-forgive me.” I turned around and ran slowly towards the kitchen. After putting the napan, I stepped into my room which was located next to Ida Mbok's room. I need to calm my body's response before I get back to work. But thirty minutes passed, my body overreacted, with sweat pouring profusely, unfocused eyeballs, and melted tears in the eyes. Now I'm also hiding under the study table, hoping no one finds me.

“Non Keiysa!” mbok Ida's voice called.

I leaned my body back, hoping not to be found. But Mbok Ida seems to know my habits. He can find me easily. He led me out and immediately hugged me tightly and rubbed my back. Instantly I cried sobbing.

“Mbok here Non. There's no villain here. No one will hurt Non,” said Mbok Ida.

“T-But he.. he's in-here Mbok,” I said in between sobs.

Mbok Ida stretched our arms until our faces met. His eyes looked enlarged. “Who Non? The rapist?”

I pulled the body of Mbok Ida to hug me again. I don't want to talk about it. I want to get out of here immediately, but Aunt Ria's anger uncovers my intentions. That middle-aged woman won't let me go. Even if I managed to get out of here without his knowledge, in the next few days he would definitely make a row in my contract, such as cursing at the door, throwing various types of animals and swearing, he said, or worse, he'll tear apart my contract. Several times I have thought, does Aunt Ria no longer have shameless veins anymore? So much hate he has for me?

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