Not Winnings
Past miss Rossa

''Please drink non,'' said Rena while putting a glass of orange juice that was bu Rossa prepared.

But Jenny just glanced at him and returned to play his phone without answering Rena's remarks. But when Rena is about to step back into the kitchen, Jenny suddenly calls him.

''Uh mbak, not who would take me to drink Aunt Rossa huh. Why would it be you?''

''Bu Rossa is having some business with Mas Raka. So I delivered it, replied Rena.

''Mas?''

''Yes, Mas Raka Non,''

''But you call him anyway? It should be young master. Why did it become Mas. Less worthy to know. You think Raka is the same Mas-mas kampung that is in your village what!''

Rena is confused to answer what? Because the call was Raka herself who asked for it. But from the back of Rena, Raka suddenly appeared and said...

''I asked him to call me with that call. Why why anyway? What is inappropriate? That call I think is better than the call of the stiff young master,''

''But Raka, isn't that inappropriate? She was just a maid. The castle is lower than ours. If you are called mas, it feels like ancient kayak and once village Raka.''

''Ancient, kampung? I even felt that the call of the young master was more ancient and kampungungan. After all, that's his call to me. It has nothing to do with you. Why do you even object?''

''It's not so Raka,''

''It's Jenny. Are you going back or not? Otherwise, I will walk alone, said Raka who passed away just dragging her suitcase and putting it in the car.

''Raqqa! The raka! Hold still. That's not what I meant...''

''Been already! Don't argue anymore. Would you earn money if you kept arguing like that? If you talk about it again, I won't go home with you. I better book a taxi online, Raka said with annoyance.

Hearing Raka's words, Jenny fell silent. He did not want to until Raka really went home alone and left him. It was in vain during this time.

''Raqqa! Wait for mama for a moment,''

''Yes mah. Walk slowly. Don't run like that,''

Ms. Rosa tried to chase after her son's steps, to the point that he ran away in a storm while carrying a small bag.

''This, miss.''

''Mama, I told you. Just leave this at home,''

''Hey ''Hey! Later if there is anything with you you can use it,''

''Tante..,'' said Jenny.

''Hemm,''

Miss Rossa just responded with a quick sigh when Jenny greeted him back.

''Careful. And don't speed on the road,''

''Just calm Auntie, I will definitely take care of Raka, '' said Jenny.

''Yes ma. Raka will always remember. Just chill. Ok,''

''Oh yes Raka. On the 20th, Mama will be at your place. Don't forget to pick up mom at the airport,''

''Yes mah.''

The car that Raka was driving then left the courtyard of her mother's house and drove fast on the streets.

Rena was still speechless when she saw Raka's departure.

''Hey, what's wrong with you, Ren? Why are you even daydreaming? Take it easy, Raka just goes to work, not goes on a date. Later on the 20th you come with mom to catch up with Raka,''

''Haaaaah? What does Miss Rossa mean?'' Inner Rena scrunched her forehead hearing the words of her master.

''Hehehe... Not dreaming of mom. I just thought, Is Mas's call to Mas Raka inappropriate huh Ma'am?''

''Who said it? Didn't Raka herself ask you to call her Mas,''

''Yes, ma'am. But......''

''It's Ren. Don't you respond to Jenny's words. The girl was indeed of that nature. 11 12 was the same as Natasha. So don't pay too much attention to them. Let's just say they're just like bees that hang around every day in our ears.

''Hehehe... Miss Rossa is so funny. Her son-in-law's candidate was even equated with bees,''

''They look like bees, right? Uh wait a minute. Errata yes Ren, maybe Natasha is my daughter-in-law. But if it's Jenny, she's not my daughter-in-law's candidate.''

''Oh, isn't it mom? Rena kira Mas Raka and non Jenny lovers,''

''Who said it? Girls like Jenny, Raka where like. Even what I see, Raka looks more like you Ren, said Miss Rossa while glancing at Rena.

Miss Rossa deliberately wanted to judge Rena and at the same time wanted to know the contents of Rena's heart. Does Rena have a little feeling for her son that. He was afraid he had already betrothed, but Rena actually did not have any feelings for Raka. Pity me later Raka.

While Rena herself, she became nervous. Suddenly his heart was pounding incoherently. Not because he was in love, but he was afraid that Miss Rossa misunderstood him. Rena was afraid, if Miss Rossa thought she was a teaser for her son, because lately during Raka was in her mother's house. They often joke around laughing together.

''Ah, mom could have. Where there's Ma'am, Rena's just a village girl. Rena is a poor woman and a widow. Rena doesn't want to have any thoughts towards anyone. Rena just wants to focus on working, making herself happy, and also helping the economy of Rena's parents, said Rena who later resigned to continue her work again.

Miss Rossa looked at Rena's face with a sad feeling. He knew the girl must have thought that she doubted her kindness. He was well aware of what Rena meant. But he did not want the girl to close herself too much and did not want to open her heart again.

The pain of being betrayed, he had already felt it. How it felt he had to crawl, limp and try to get up from his slump. Of course he knows.

Ms. Rossa understood very well how Rena was feeling at this moment. Because he had felt it before too. Her husband had an affair too. Her husband left her and her two sons when Miss Rossa was pregnant with Raka for 8 months.

It was raining and the lights were off as well. Ms. Rossa whimpered in pain as her stomach contracted. But Miss Rossa even saw with her own eyes, if her husband was busy mixing love with his own friend who he had believed and had also been considered like his own brother.

They even lived together, because his best friend had just arrived in town. He said he was going to search for a job. Therefore Miss Rossa also helped by providing a place to stay for him. But the good he did was returned with deep wounds.

Miss Rossa sighed. Thinking back to his past, the pain he had buried so deeply felt like it was being re-digged.

Miss Rossa hoped that Rena would open her heart again. And forget that pain.