Pamite
69. Almost

"Are you serious? Is he sick that bad?" He doesn't believe his wife's story.

"Oh my goodness, my. Why would I lie, anyway? I asked Fadil myself. And he explained everything that happened to Anang when he decided to leave the house. Honestly, I feel sorry for him. His life was completely ruined because of what he did himself."

"Don't think about it, just take the silver. This is his life line. I'm sure he can get through this, God believes he's strong. We'll take the kids to Anang's house every weekend, let him have a healthy spirit. How's it?"

"You sure? Not jealous?"

"Jealous as who? You are weird thinking it. I'm the one giving the advice, I'm jealous."

"I'm lucky to have you." Ayu threw her head onto Jaka's shoulder.

"I'm lucky to have you, too, so lucky. I can't wait to see our son here. I'm a darling, what will it be like?" tanya Jaka chuckled as she stroked Ayu's distended stomach slowly.

They are always friendly anywhere. The age of marriage that has been running for one year does not reduce their romance in the least. It is precisely the more their love days look bigger and more limitless. The pain they had felt in the past made them take care of each other.

***

The intimacy not only enveloped Jaka and his wife, but also the two unstable humans who were currently making a video call.

"Ma."

"What?" dara answered grumpily.

"You, why the hell? Don't be so upset, do. It's been a year since we had an unclear relationship. Everyone wants to go out and hide. Want to get to when? I want to be serious about you, but you're hard to keep. I have no news of you sulking, I ngabarin keep you nagging. I'm serious intention you hold off, I want to find another, it's not that easy" Rifki's nagging with an unclear relationship.

They often went out together. Although in a stealthy way like a teenager who is dating but afraid of being discovered by his parents.

Their relationship remains the same. Sometimes quarrel, get along, miss each other and like now. They often argue small things.

Dara who is aware of there is a sense with Rifki starting to be confused by what steps he will take. The long distance of age makes Dara hesitant to be honest with her parents. He was afraid that the steps he would take would not get approval from Mother and Sister.

However, on the other hand if he let this relationship continue, he realized he would lose the first man who made him feel comfortable and safe. One year is not a short time for a relationship without status.

"That's how it was, brother. I'm afraid the steps I'm going to take will be wrong. We were just in the position that I was like a brother who was friendly with Mbak Ayu. How's it?" tawar Dara's.

"No. Friendship does not exist between men and women. It must be one of them who's harboring a taste."

"That means you used to save the flavor for Ms Ayu?" ask Dara suspiciously.

"Ultually, now it's not. What are you really afraid of? Ye know? I feel like a real loser because I take you anywhere but not at home. I'm like a kid who's afraid of being caught by his parents dating." Rifki still voiced her protest.

"You, you know why I'm like this."

"What was your last year of college? Value down? Lazy? Is there another problem?" cerca Rifki's upset.

"Yes that means, our closeness does not bring bad influence. Your college is still good, my work is also smooth, our relationship does not bring bad influence, Ra."

"Yes, Brother. I know, I get it. But I love you not yet dare to make it blatant," whined Dara.

"I asked, deh. Are you not the same as me?"

"Who's in love, Ra?" sahut Bu Lin on the doorstep.

Dara reflexively put her phone on the bed. Looking at his mother's panic, suddenly he felt difficulty breathing, let alone breathe to bring his saliva down his throat just felt like he was in trouble.

"Who's in love, Ra? Who are you on the same phone?" Ms. Lin was about to take Dara's phone, but the woman lost quickly to her son.

"What are you hiding from me, Mother? Mom's son is playing love?" asked Bu Lin gently.

"No, Mom no. I don't have a boyfriend" Dara replied fearfully.

"Well, don't hide anything from Mom. You can lie to other people, but not to Mom. I know you're an adult, and you must have a desire to be in a relationship with a man. That sense must be there, that's natural. And if you've already felt that, you tell Mom. Honest with Mom, whose phone call is it?"

Just this time Dara saw her mother who was very different from usual. So calm, wise and gentle. This prompted Dara to speak honestly to her mother.

However, just about to open his mouth, there was a voice calling out to Bu Lin from outside. The woman finally left the room without hearing any explanation.

'Maybe it's not time for me to talk about Rifki's intention to take me seriously in a relationship.'

"Well, are you still there?" ask Rifki who still hasn't disconnected her phone.

The voice of Rifki honestly made Dara surprised, she also forgot the video call that was still connected. Nervously remaining, Dara again pointed her phone screen at her slightly paled face.

"Mom's gone?"

"Udah, someone's gone. Why?"

"No, it's just. I heard your mother talking. If the tone of speech is not angry if we are in a relationship more than friends. You are parnoan."

"Just in case, brother. I'm sleeping, ah. You're talking it's mute."

"Yes, sorry. I don't talk about it anymore. Go to sleep first, there! It was night time, straight to sleep, yeah. Later said he sleeps but scroll tick tick. Good night, have a good dream. Bye." Rifki waved the farewell sign.

The phone connection was cut off as soon as the hand wave was countered by Dara. The man then laid himself on the bed. Staring at the ceiling of the room decorated with sleeping lights with dim light. He folds his hand and uses it as a pillow.

The thirty-six-year-old man was lamenting his fate, which is still a bachelor. Why does he feel the fate of his love is not as smooth as the people out there.

"Yes Gusti, life is sitting in a shelter why is this difficult?" rifki then tried to close his eyes.