Om Pamungkas
no more caring

Finally, he was busy moving some flowers he asked from Pak Agus' house to the land that was still empty beside his house,

he deliberately busied himself so that his mind did not go anywhere.

Soon after Hendra and Sekar came, they brought snacks and fruit ice.

The three chatted for a long time, until they did not realize the afternoon had changed.

" Why hasn't Ratih come home yet?" asked Hendra who was sitting quietly while peeling the fruit.

" Maybe still dropping by." replied Pamungkas lazy,

" drove where? this Saturday should know that her husband is off.."

" Maybe Ratih's brother still have other interests, where do we know?" sela Sekar's.

Just smiling thinly, though,

" How did the wound go?" hendra asked seeing the wound on the final hand begin to dry up.

" It's healing already, it's just itching once at night." said the last, said,

" later I give you a prescription, I put Hendra mas yes, applied to the wound that has begun to dry so as not to itch and imprint.." said Sekar, said Sekar, who was not,

" ah let there be a trace, let it look like a thug.." Hendra laughs.

As the three were busy joking, the sound of Ratih's motor roaring into the garage.

Just as Ratih stepped in, Hendra was stunned by his own sister.

" Where's Rat from?" ask Hendra to get up, please,

" afternoon sister." said Sekar, but only in reply to a thin smile.

" From the cafe, but stop by the stone for a bit." replied Ratih as he entered the room.

Ratih and Pamungkas don't even look at me,

even Hendra was busy following his sister's steps into the room.

" Well, why come in? I want to change clothes?!" ratih protested when she found out Hendra had followed her in and was sitting on a chair beside the window.

" Don't you freak out Ratih..?!" when Hendra arrived, he watched his sister from top to bottom.

" When do you like to dye your hair? then what is it? how thick are your eyelashes?" Hendra was watching his sister closely.

" My husband doesn't protest why protest?" Practice sitting on her dresser chair and start cleaning her face.

" Your husband loves you too much because he doesn't protest,"

" not the other way around?"

" you mean?"

" he was silent because he no longer cared about me, mas" Ratih looked at his brother.

Hendra's astonished,

" What is your mind covered with? how can you tell the difference between love and indifference?" Hendra's up.

" If I were your husband, you'd be more beautiful like this, I'd follow you where, where,

" now I ask, why are you on the afternoon rock like this?" ask Hendra,

" I just saw the goldfish, I was so excited," replied Ratih bluntly.

" You making a noise?"

" no,"

" then?"

" i'm just bored,"

" with your husband?"

Ratih did not answer, he just sighed and looked back at the glass.

" So you beautify yourself out of boredom?"

Ratih is still silent, he is lazy to explain, however Hendra is a man, he is lazy to explain,

He will not understand the worries and anxieties of Ratih.

Indeed, Hendra's accusation was all wrong, he beautified himself on the advice of his senior mbak Ruhiyat,

Incidentally after looking for baby clothes at that time, Ruhiyat asked him for treatment at the salon.

Ruhiyat said, sometimes it is necessary to look out of the ordinary to attract the attention of the husband.

Ratih not only changes his makeup, but also the way he wears it.

And it managed to make people in the cafe stunned, but not with her own husband whose expression was sometimes flat and sometimes fierce unclear.

" Don't because your age is different from a long time ago, are you just like this, Rat?" Hendra kept warning his sister.

" Why do I keep mas, your sister-in-law warned me too, it's not fair if I'm the one being pressured,

My husband's behavior is also strange."

" Are you yes, there's no way Pam's weird?"

" that's! I'm gonna take a shower, I'm out there!" Ratih got up and pushed Hendra out of his room.

Finally turn off all the lights of his house, and leave the middle lights alone.

The man went into the room and closed the door,

there looks Ratih who read the book with his thin nightgown.

He glanced at his wife who was lying next to him,

the woman's eyes were still wide, focused on the book in front of her face.

The last leg accidentally touched Ratih's leg,

if before Ratih even raise his legs to the thighs of the last, then,

Now different, Ratih quickly distanced his legs, even himself.