Mrs. Cute Alshaf's
Unplanned meeting
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One thing I haven't told people about my relationship with Zafa. Maybe, just god and even to death I won't tell anyone. It's actually just about, Zafa who always strangles me when he's having trouble with his father, Zafa who slaps my cheeks back and forth when I always smile at people I know on the street, and, and, Zafa who ... broke the belt all over the body on the grounds that he was angry that I asked him why he always reneged on promises. Yes, things that people think are trivial but not for Zafa.
Each hand of Zafa managed to give this blue mark on the clenched body, I would disappear from the level of family, and my daily activities. I will wait for the scar to disappear, even though the pain in my heart never goes away a single core, even until this moment.
If asked what was the reason for not leaving Zafa and reporting it to the authorities. I will casually answer, “I love him, and Zafa is the same. He hit me just for a moment of emotion.” Well. That was as stupid as I was.
“Bun, don't extend. Now that I'm good, that slap incident has also been two months,”
“Tone, please yes, report the Zebra so that the punishment continues..”.
“Continue imprisoned? And make his wife a widow? Gak bun's. The tone does not want to be bad for others. Now, Nada just want to write more songs, and live more quietly.” Wanted to me, from a few years ago but it just materializes now.
It seemed like my mother was either conscious or tired of advising me on the same thing, so she nodded and advised a few things and left for home.
Leaving me alone in the papah-given apartment on my 17th birthday.
Apartment that contains only one room with a balcony that shows directly the view of the capital, then when out of the room there will be a room that I remodeled into a place to watch television, relax and receive guests.
So mini malis but I'm comfortable. I sighed and leaned back on the sofa, tired for two days, going back and forth from my mother's house to move my things there. Not to mention, having to explain about Zafa to Papah, and brother.
If recounted, the incident I was pulled out of the house and slapped by the man had already 7 weeks passed. At the same time, with the disappearance of the hoodie man that calms me so as not to be afraid. His words were also true, said the mother, after I fell asleep, the man immediately hit Zafa all out until when I woke up the next morning, Zafa had been lying weak in the hospital after surgery.
Completely surprised.
Teng Tong's .... Teng Tong's ...
Although reluctant and confused about who the guests will be in broad daylight, I still stepped up and opened the apartment door.
“Beautiful tone, you okay?” The sound of a cry immediately echoed in the room. “Anything hurts, here says. Let me oba—“
“Mother manager, i’m fine. Here go in.”
Eca was silent for a moment and then moved to follow me inside. I saw his expression confused and held back a laugh. “Why?” ask me.
“Gak. Just, it's a little strange to see how your new apartment design is. Kaya ... not Nada bang.”
That statement I made in my heart. When compared to where I live abroad there, this apartment is so cool. The place is neatly arranged. And comfortable.
Huh, but if you look at the previous apartment, in the corner of the room only a dark color is seen, not to mention the items that I often store origin, not to mention, plus I always turn off the lights during the day or night, which adds to the impression ‘this is not a place to live human’.
“How is it said after months of not returning or picking up my phone?” more questions to subtle innuendo to me. I responded with a smile and looked up at the window. “Good. I'm so peaceful don't hear a chatty voice anymore,”
Eca looked annoyed, she threw a map at me. “Apaan?”
“Your contract letter is the same singer who is on the rise in Indonesia. I received aja.”
“Well, how is Eca?” Melascu. “I will want to heal first to Bali or travel throughout Indonesia!” Yes, that was my plan a few days ago and I prepared the list.
“Let's go again. Now look for a lot of fun first,” Reply that sounds really annoying in my ear.
Just now, I was about to move into the room, Eca held back even faster, and instead dragged me to the hanger attached to the jacket. “Ca, kenap—“
“Use, we want to meet that artist manager now under.”
“Ha?” Maddened. This Eca has worked with me for so long. I know she's the craziest and most fraught woman but I don't know if Eca is this crazy. It made me have to go back to work, and this afternoon suddenly pulled me out of the apartment door. Then push into the elevator.
I snorted and stomped on the foot of Eca who was just wrapped in sandals. Instead of groaning in pain, Eca stuck out her tongue with the most ridiculous face and wanted me to bogem.
“Nyebelin!” I just looked straight ahead, saw Eca was focused on playing her phone.
Because my unit is almost on the highest floor, the time to go down is long. I inhale a lot of oxygen. Eits, wait. This masculine perfume smells like belonging....
I looked at the man who had entered together. Damn, I can't see his face because he's wearing a mask and I've got a hoodie navy that's wrapped in his athletic body.
But I was sure that, despite weeks gone by, this perfume belonged to a mysterious man who always calmed me down. Why do I call it mysterious, because when I asked who he was even forced on mother, sifa, and brother because he was there during a fight between the man and Zafa. No one wants to open their mouths, pissing me off half to death.
Ting
It was the sound of an open elevator, but because someone came in it wasn't because I got out. I saw the floor information, it was on the 10th floor.
“Mission, mission.” Said some people, who apparently almost a lot of who will ride the elevator. I moved aside, as my slightly noisy body was about to be pushed back, a hand held back, and shifted me to stand before him. That man!
I held my breath for a moment, knowing that we were both so close. Upset, upset why my height should be as wide as the shoulder of this masked man.
Ting
Well, then it's my turn. I ungratefully or gazed back directly ejected myself from the narrow space of that person. Followed by Eca, my footsteps stepped on the restaurant in the apartment which is said to be said only people who have connections can occupy one of the units.
“Hey, Zaki!” greetings from Eca, turning my eyes. Oh, it turns out that the guy with the headphones on and sitting in the right corner adjacent to the window is the manager of the singer I'm going to write the song for.
I smiled, as the man named Zaki greeted me. I slowly slide the chair so I can sit my ass there.
“I Zaki manager of singer Alshaf Moereto, greetings know. Listen, you like green tea?”
“Tone, greetings know too. Make a question earlier, yes I like green tea,” After that answer, Zaki thrust an oval-shaped glass in front of me. “This, as the introduction of good working partner.” Apparently, the glass is green tea.
I drink it, one sign of appreciating his effort for knowing a favorite drink that rarely people closest to me know.
“Zaki, where's singer lo? Said he wanted to come,” A little surprised, hearing Eca use lo-gua vocabulary. He's usually very, very reluctant if I use that slang word, but suddenly just say that casual.
Zaki's hand pointed behind my body. “Tuh his son.”
“Oh, she was one elevator with me!” after the Eca's speech. The Green Tea drinking event stopped.
“Siang, all.”
At first I didn't care. Things like this I'm used to, making friends with all the singers I'm going to write. Then the two of us met, it was common and memorable! I never felt interested in a singer wearing my suit!
But. Exceptions, this time. I'm violating my principles. In memory I feel I have heard the name Alshaf but I do not know when and where. Out of curiosity I turned my head towards the voice of that man called Alshaf.
My eyeballs will be coming out this very second! Facial skin feels flushed and warmed instantly. Especially when the man opened the mask and Ipluk hoodie. Make that blonde hair look clear. Me, I can't say anything anymore. Even as he took a seat beside my empty right, my spirit seemed reluctant to regain consciousness.
So, the man I hugged when it was raining, the man who carried me to the living room couch, then the man who pulled me from the insistence of the person in the elevator, was ... Alshaf Moereto's. The man I'm going to write the song with, with the contract signed, and we're going to be in a relationship for the next few months. Which means I'll meet this guy almost any time.
“Hello, Mrs. Cute,” Call her suddenly. “We meet, again. Happy, can cooperate with you.”
I replied with a chuckle. "Yes, I'm not happy, bro." Inner heart screamed big.
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