Not my Man
Late
Suddenly Muezza was glued to the spot as his eyes caught a pair of brown eyes staring at him. The pair of brown beads drowned him in the gaze of an eagle ready to prey on his prey, every gesture the man felt intimidating making a Muezza tremble at once afraid.
Even Muezza felt to be an easy hunt at the moment and Alun was his eagle. Because of his anger Muezza closed his eyes and his head nodded as if to strengthen himself to face this situation, which he had difficulty to describe with words.
I can! There's no way he's gonna do anything bad to me.
When his eyelids opened he realized that the figure of the man sitting in the back seat had already disappeared out of nowhere.
“Where did he go? Wasn't that ... she was here?” ask him to himself.
The girl was again startled by the sound of the car door being shut.
“Astagfirullah!” he said while holding his chest.
“Why are you surprised?” said Alun while putting a bag of food plastic in the back seat.
Instead of answering Alun's question, Muezza asked the question.
“When did Brother get out?” Muezza's words confused the man.
“What do you mean,? ‘when I came out' didn't I say goodbye?” tanyanya while offering a drink to the girl.
Muezza took the cup of the drink while thinking.
Am I not sane? He was obviously asking me something strange. Don't tell me I was fantasizing! The grunts did not accept.
Ah, that's right, Muezza! Shouted the girl in my heart.
The girl who had tahilalat on the tip of her nose threw away her face with her eyes closed, she was really embarrassed by the silly question she had just asked.
***
The clouds above the sky were extremely beautiful, as beautiful as the cotton candies sold by the roadside. Muezza who was still wrapped in blankets was surprised by the sound of the alarm clock that had rang to the other time.
The beautiful eyelids were open looking at the figure indicated by the clockwork.
“Ya Allah ..!” he shouted with eyes that glared in disbelief.
Regardless of the messy bed, Muezza exited the room towards the bathroom. She did not bathe properly, anyway the girl wet her body and then she went back into the room to get ready to go to work.
Rahma just looked at the behavior of her daughter who ran to and fro, without asking what she was doing?.
When the girl was wearing shoes, Rahma approached and asked in a soft voice.
“Where are you going? Why is it such a hurry?”
“It's the first day Mue entered work, Bun.” Still busy tying shoelaces.
“Where does the work? Kok not a story of the same mother and father,” rebuked Rahma was surprised to hear the statement of her son.
“I'm sorry Mue, Bun! Mue forgot to tell mom and dad. Yesterday Mue went to apply for a job delivered by Vita,” some while tidying up the long hair that he tied like a ponytail.
“Then, now what's up? Dad has left for furniture,” asked Rahma after he heard the explanation of her daughter.
Muezza put on a careless face after hearing her father had left.
“Naik angkot, Bun. No way Mue phone dad told nganter Mue,” broke it while running.
In a hurry, the girl forgot to say hello. The mother of two looked at the girl running to disappear from her presence.
“Take him by Allah,” pinta Rahma after saying sholawat prophet.
There, at the end of the alley Muezza confusion what to ride to Yoman cafe, impossible if he ran to get there. Waiting for an angkot is also impossible because it will take a long time. Not wanting to linger in front of the alley, Muezza decided to walk while ordering ojol.
“Really sucks!” screeched Muezza with legs jolted to the earth.
From a distance there was a motor horn. Muezza who was upset to hear the club immediately cut down with a poor hand kerik, but after that he lowered both hands.
“Where are you going?” ask an old man wearing a slanted peci.
“You work, Om.” Muezza's face looked sad.
“Continue doing here?” he said full of wonder.
Muezza sighed, “According to Om, Mue is doing what?”
The old man shook his head and scratched his head that was not overgrown with hair.
“Ayo, up! Om inter,” he said with his head moving to the side, as if to signal for Muezza to ride on the motor.
“Serious Om?” muezza asked to make sure.
The old man's head nodded, “Quick up!”
The bright yellow motorbike drove and slipped between the crowds of the road. Every now and then the old man pressed the horn for the other rider in front of him to pull over to give him a path.
Muezza is grateful to be found by Om Jarwo. Although he looks like a thug, but his heart is very good.
“Where do you work, Nduk?” Om Jarwo's voice sounded soft, but Muezza's ears heard very clearly.
“In Yoman cafe, Om. His place is on the path of Imam Bonjol,” he explained with a hand indicating the direction.
The man glanced at the left rearview mirror and turned to take the mouse path to quickly get to the workplace of the young girl he was screwing over.
“You got off at the end of this road, yeah. Om can't help you get there,” said Om Jarwo with focused eyes sweeping the streets.
“Each Om!” sahut Muezza who saluted the old man who was driving him at this time.
The speed of the motor was slowly reduced and stopped right at the end of the road. Muezza got off the bike and grabbed a big hand filled with tattoos.
“Still a lot huh, Om!” peek at Muezza while walking backwards.
Om Jarwo nodded as he shook his hand for the girl to walk properly.
Muezza tried to regulate his wheezing breathing rhythm. Swiping his forehead with the back of his hand and then pushed the door of the cafe where he worked.
The smell of coffee and sweet foods welcomes his sense of smell.
“Lo okay?” ask Mario after delivering a customer meal.
Muezza nodded in response to Mario's question, the manager of the cafe where Muezza works. Mario always looks handsome and cool with his signature smart casual outfit, sweatshirts and jeans plus a butterfly tattoo drawn on the back of his left hand reminds Muezza of Om Jarwo's insaf thugs after getting to know Aunt Bella—you flower next door.
Muezza looked at Mario who had been waiting for an answer from him.
“Yeah, i'm fine. Just doing a little exercise,” I got accompanied by a grin full of awkward feeling.
Mario raised next to his eyebrows and chuckled, “Sports at this hour?” tanyanya looked at the amused Muezza.
The girl scratched her non-itchy head and suddenly became awkward, there was no way Muezza would say that today she had a bad day.
The sound of a bell ringing indicates that a customer has entered the Yoman cafe. Muezza put on a cheerful face and turned to look at a customer who made her very surprised instead of playing.
“What the fuck is this?”