My Berondong Husband
#2 The Lonely Aunt
Kesya spread both hands into the air while yawning a tired mark that was deliberately held back. Irrational deadlines he had to work on for a short time, and until eleven o'clock in the evening he had not left the office, but the lights were dead, he only had time to tell Mang Didin the security guard not to turn off the lights of the work room and hallway.
Several glasses of Americano Coffe poured over his desk, to accompany him to work overtime. By ourselves. Though he had asked Yuyun and Ganda to help him, at least until eight, but the two prone creatures were instead pretending to be busy with themselves.
The muscles of his hands, feet and back continue to contract, his nerves are frozen because the AC is attached to the number eighteen, cold once tonight in the capital, maybe tomorrow will be fog. Kesya pulled her blezer from a drawer that was still folded neatly, then wrapped it again with a coat jacket on the back of her work chair.
"Crazy!"
Prangs!
Duk!
He shouted, and accidentally his hand nudged the bottle of glass drink that immediately fell on the floor with a distance of seventy centimeters, fortunately it did not break. If that happens, Mang Didin will come up with his serious face and assume it's a heist.
The hour hand kept moving, almost touching the number twelve night. Kesya shutdown his laptop, close it, then put it in the briefcase, he will connect it later dapatement.
For a moment he snorted slowly, remembering that there would be no bus to pick him up last night, perhaps only the taxi was rare.
Her feet out of the workspace, down the office hallway, after previously turning off the lights. Arriving outside, Mang Didin greeted kindly.
"Mom Kesya went home alone?"
"Yes, who else. Where's this night there's no bus."
"But there's still a cab, ma'am."
"Yes mang. Yeudah I go home first, good night."
While Mamang nodded, Kesya walked out of the fence near the highway, although he was not sure, there would be a taxi passing by.
Every now and then the opening of the phone that he had put in a blezer bag, he commented a thin smile, not happy but something he was storing that made him always ask in his heart. "Did he really love me?."
As he thought so, the taxi stopped in front of him, clawing loudly and making a bit of a shock.
In the taxi he still had time to think, when his body was tired his mind continued to float. He recalled his previous reprimand for a design course and who eventually got a job as a design expert in an office more than five years ago.
The second year he worked, he got an advertising project that turned out to be illegal. He is almost entangled in trouble, if not helped by a kind young lawyer. From that day on they were closer than a friend.
His phone rang, an online chat with ID that again made him smile, this time his smile was really sweet, the message he had been waiting for since this afternoon.
"Where are we going, Mom?" Ask the driver to throw Kesya daydream.
"Kejalan Turi, Apartment Griya Sweet, sir." replied Kesya, then returned his gaze staring at the cellphone, but he had not replied to the chat.
"Nights like this how I just got home, Mom?"
"Pity of the Mother. Beware of nights like this crime-prone, let alone a mother."
"I'm used to it, sir. Just bismillah, ask for protection above."
The driver nodded, a sign of understanding.
"Mom's married?" Ask the driver again, while glancing at Kesya from behind the glass attached to the steering wheel.
"No, Sir. Still want to be alone."
"Well, if you get married, it's not like this overtime."
Be married?
Suddenly the word on the air thought of him, even though it had been since the age of twenty-five years. The mama also repeatedly forced her to marry, leaving her job as a career woman, but she never wanted to.
If you want to marry whom? He was never serious when talking about marriage, always diverting the conversation in another direction.
Once, the mama introduced him to a man, even the man was embarrassed by Kesya, since then mamah never wanted to take care of when he would marry again.
"Until you, Mom."
"Thank you, sir." Kesya paid for something that was marked on the cargo, got out of the taxi and walked into the apartment.
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Just as he lay down, after bathing and cleaning himself, his phone rang, a call came in.
"Hallo baby, are you home yet? I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up." Heavy voice from the end of the phone. The voice of someone he had known for a long time, who had always accompanied him, even though he had never been what the man had in mind.
Kesya exhaled while silent for a moment, she intended not to make a sound and would break the conversation. But the man with the heavy voice spoke again. "Darling, just shut up. You're angry, aren't you?"
"No papa, I was in a taxi. I know you're busy, too, Yes I want to sleep, you too. I'm working again tomorrow."
"Tomorrow dinner, yeah, in a normal place."
"Yes." Yeah."
Tut's.
Kesya disconnected the connection, then threw her phone to the side of the bed, as she shifted her body to meet the pillow. His veins twitched, some cramping until he was lazy to move his synthetic body. He wants to sleep peacefully tonight, he will be asleep for only six hours if he can really rest.
He does not intend to repeat his work again, maybe tomorrow can be pursued._