Pamite
62. Self-Esteem Rifki Injured

Under the AC room and the walls were pure white, Rifki was biting the tip of her nails while pacing back and forth. He was confused, not about work, but about the association with his friends while he was in college.

The last time Rifki attended the gathering, he was interrupted by his friends for not getting married or at least bringing a lover when gathering. It became the main topic of the show from beginning to end. And this time, he doesn't want to be a plumbing material anymore. That's why he's been thinking hard since and not focused on work.

"Well, he's the only one who can help me. No one knows Dara, I can make a show and lie to them. But the problem is whether Dara wants it or not? Jeez, if I can forget Ayu in my heart, I will marry two women at once, very upset with my status," Rifki's nag still pacing back and forth with a ruffled waist.

After gaining enlightenment, the man finally grabbed the bag and walked out of the room. He plans to go to Dara's house before returning home. He had high hopes for the girl.

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"Abang, help bring this a lot, Bang!" Dara shouted while taking all the clothes from the clothesline. "Having one brother has no understanding at all, already know this is a lot of cake initiative, help." Dara Trus nagged because Jaka had not answered his call. The man is busy taking care of his wedding which will still be on the title in one month.

"What, anyway? If most bring a little, later taken again," grumbled Jaka annoyed.

Dara who was about to answer the words of Jaka urung, because the sound of a motorbike entering his yard. The girl stopped her activities for a moment to see who was coming. He and Jaka were silent to the owner of the motorbike who never took off his helmet.

"Rifki, why is he here?" ask Jaka to himself.

Jaka subconsciously put the shirt into Dara's hand and walked towards Rifki.

"Abang! What brother, anyway? I can't see the road. Ah, brother mah jahara!" rutuk Dara walked into the house by stomping her feet. His frustration was not ignored by the Brother.

"Rif, you seem to have the wrong house. Or do you intend to come here?" welcome Jaka joking.

"I'm here, Jak. Ayu deserted her house, still in the store kali, yes. But I don't intend to go to Ayu's house, anyway. I want to come here, play around. You're growing up at this hour already at home?" ask Rifki who knows Jaka's habit of coming home at work.

"Yes, I'm busy preparing for my wedding with Ayu" Jaka replied with a hint of embarrassment. It was seen from his face that looked red.

"Isn't that?" Pekik Rifki was surprised. "You're married to Ayu? Oh finally, you know I'm so relieved and glad to hear it. Finally after a year of more fighting you've got results. Congratulations, when will that day come?" tanya Rifki couldn't hide her smile. Although in his heart a little torn by reality, but he sincerely if Ayu married Jaka.

Isn't this what he wanted? If only if his mother gave his blessing, it was made sure he would not release Ayu for another man.

"The beginning of next month, right on Ayu's birthday," replied Jaka sumringah.

"Let's be the most beautiful gift, yeah. Once again congratulations, I'll leave my sister to you. Once you hurt him, I'll take him from you" Rifki chuckled.

"God is not. I'll take care of him, when will I be here? Come on in, "take Jaka inside the house.

"Ra, drink!" yelled Jaka entering the house.

There is no word, but the sound of pans and stoves is clashing in the kitchen. It has been confirmed that Dara is upset because the friction caused by the pot and stove sounds more like a slam than in a well placed.

"Sleepy kok? No one but you?" Rifki opened her voice after sitting on the flower-patterned sofa.

"Kids again the same mother, invited to play to the neighbor's house. Usually, I don't feel at home if Ayu's kids aren't here."

"Khem," dehem Jaka saw the unblinking Rifki looking at his sister.

Rifki momentarily floundered and a little misbehaved. Reflex he took a cup and drank coffee that still reflected thick smoke.

"Gosh, hot!" pekik Rifki again put the cup hard.

Dara who saw that couldn't help but laugh. While Jaka just closed his mouth while turning his eyes.

Rifki was confused about to hide where her already flushed face was. He really did not dare to look at Jaka let alone Dara.

"Bara is Ra. Don't laugh, you see the suffering of people." Jaka gives the gesture of expelling it on Dara.

The girl covered away with a still booming laugh. That laugh sounded like lightning in Rifki's ear. It hurt her ears and her pride.

"Don't think about it, Rif. Dara was so, kind of a little bit," said Jaka chuckled.

"Yes, it's okay. I was also the one who played nyruput aja," said Rifki embarrassed. "Oh, yes Jak, actually I came here there needs to be the same Dara," he added ventured.

Jaka frowned, "There needs to be the same Dara? Are you guys close?" he was surprised and a little surprised.

"No, the point is not close in the true sense. Well, he and I are just friends. That means close between friends." So nervous Rifki a little trouble when talking.

"Oh, man." Jaka nodded in understanding. "I called him, yes. You can talk." Jaka stood up, lightening his steps towards Dara's room.

"Ra, Rifki dance for you, huh. He said there was a need" cried Jaka as he knocked on his sister's bedroom door.

"What do you need?" ask Dara lazily.

"Where Abang knows," replied Jaka indifferently as he put his shoulders. "Well meet there! Don't make him wait a long time, you don't know if he's in a hurry, who knows if he's out of this he still has interests. Not good for long-awaited guests." Jaka spoke at length while distancing himself from Dara's room.

"Yes, this is going to happen too. Brother nyerocos mulu!" sahut Dara is upset.

"For pms times, yes. Just sewot from earlier," muttered Jaka continued to walk backwards.

The body with the heart beat is racing faster. He saw Rifki who was bowing her head playing her phone.

"What's looking for me, brother?" Dara sat down on the opposite sofa that Jaka was sitting on.

"I need your help again, come with me to the college friend meeting, yeah. Please Ra," pinta Rifki without further ado. "Or I can pay you if you want. Or whatever it is, you ask what in return to pay your time for me, please Dara. Only you can help me." Rifki was really begging this time.

Dara took a deep breath, leaning her body on the back of the sofa. Look at the ceiling of the house while thinking about the answer. His hands he crossed to the chest, his legs he lifted and hit the other leg. His eyes glared at the man in front of him. The man who waited for an answer with a huff.