Sugar Daddy Savings
Abimana Kiss

We both walked together and told him everything. Bu Yuni has nothing to say about my current condition. As usual, he continued with his silly babble that sometimes amused me a little.

“Bu, I bought a meal there, want?” I pointed to a chicken restaurant with a famous burger in Indonesia. The outlets are in every major city. Without feeling we walked far enough to be in the largest shopping center in the city of Medan.

“Hah? There?” point it towards the mall I said earlier, “ya maulah. Masa’ does not want. Haha. When else try to treat good food with you, hehe.”

Bu Yuni immediately grabbed my arm and walked excitedly. We also arrived at the lobby mall, no matter the hot pants and t-shirts and flip-flops, we entered and headed to the restaurant.

“Shinta, I use the same negligee hair roller like this is weird, no? Look, all in nice clothes.”

“Udah, Mom. Just a stupid fucking shit. Important ‘kan money, Bu.”

“Ya, anyway. Do you have money?”

“Ih, trivial times Mother, yes. Here look,” my command that shows her a small wallet. Bu Yuni just chuckled.

We landed a butt in this brightly-lit restaurant, I had Bu Yuni order anything. Also do not forget to bring the package later for Om Togar. Bu Yuni and Om Togar have been married for eighteen years, but have not been blessed with any children.

While waiting for the food to arrive in front of us, I propped up my chin looking out at the road packed with two, three and four-wheeled vehicles. My mind drifted far away, hoping that Dad would be present at this crucial moment. An event that would change my whole life in just one utterance from a man I never even imagined would be a husband.

Sometimes a breath sounds heavy thinking about everything. I want to blame God's destiny and demand justice. Three months, only that long I knew the figure of Rama.

“Shinta, hey.” Bu Yuni's voice roused me from the daydream. The sky that had been clear turned into a cloudy suddenly. Yes, the weather conditions in Medan are unpredictable. When the hot afternoon dazzles the eyes, a few hours later it turns dark. Like my life was starting to feel dark.

“Shinta, still want to continue daydreaming this? Mom's home, yeah.” Bu Yuni pushed the chair back and was about to get up.

“Eh, no, Mom. Sorry, Bu.”

“Udah do not need to think about, just go for it. Pick the silver lining,” he said gently sweeping the back of my hand.

The food we ordered arrived. I just ordered ice cream, didn't want to eat anything. Maybe this is what cravings say. Bu Yuni ate voraciously and vigorously, I just smiled looking at her.

“Bu, actually Shinta ..”

“Let's tell you a story, yeah. I want to focus on eating chicken with hamburger.”

The ringing of my phone is pushing me to lift it. Lazy, that's how I feel. Put the latest phone Om Yip bought the other day on the table. Abimana, the name is on the screen of a folding model phone.

“Kok not lifted?” Bu Yuni looked towards the ringing device, “Where? Pick it up, Shin. Who knows important.”

Bu Yuni rubbed her finger at my flat object. “Halo, handsome. Oh, Mom's the same Shinta. Whahuh? You wanna come over here? Okay, I'm waiting, yes Honey.”

I just play a spoon in an ice cream glass, sometimes sweeping the view in any direction. Avoiding eye contact with Bu Yuni. Sports shoes caught my net standing near us, I looked up at the owner's body. Legs level with wearing denim jeans, also a plain black shirt with a certain logo on the left side of his chest.

Abimana stood up straight, carrying a bouquet of red roses in her grasp. It hasn't been five minutes since he called but he's been coming right here. Our views clashed, his gaze was sad and full of wounds. So did I, there was a needle that pierced my heart, it hurt.

“Lho, why did you spend it?”

“Yes, Mom. I happen to be taking a walk here. See Same mother Shinta.”

“You don't have a habit of picking up my phone, yeah. It.” His words led to me while offering the flowers he had brought. The perched hat adds a sexy impression to her. I get out of my seat.

“Bu, Abi, I'm sorry to go to the toilet for a while, yes. If you want to eat order.”

I walked to the bathroom, left my phone there. It turned out that pretending to be strong was much more difficult compared to the burden of life I was experiencing right now. I washed my hands a few times, then covered my face with both hands in a frustrating form. It is not uncommon to squeeze strong hair.

Long enough I stood in front of this large clear glass. Feet were sore, I decided to rejoin them. With gontai steps and long walks, I was surprised by the presence of Abimana who was leaning against the wall near the women's toilet.

“Shinta,” he said that made me stand sculpting, he stepped closer and closer to me until not far away. Abhimana held my cheeks softly, staring at my sharp eyes. I was locked in his gaze which made me unable to think clearly.

My chest goes up and down like a roller coster. The heart is racing, blood flow quickly to the end of the head. “Shinta, tell me you don't like me. Say, Shinta.”

I threw away his hands and tried to leave, Abimana clutching my shoulders. Abhimana took a position right in front of me. “Shinta, I've liked you since the first time we met.”

“All too late, Bi. In a few days I will marry him.”

“Do you love Rama?”

“I ...” Abhimana locked my mouth by landing her lips there. I just kept quiet and slowly closed my eyes. Whether this is right or wrong, a sense of how to describe this situation. Abhimana's hand crept up to my waist and brought this self closer to her.

When he finished, he gently swept my pink lips with his thumb. Then kiss this forehead for long. “I'll always be there for you, Shinta. This shoulder I will prepare only for you to lean and cry.”

I left Abimana, walking in question and confused. Rama was suddenly at the end of this shopping mall hallway, also carrying a rose in his right hand. He looked at me flat, whether it was jealousy, anger or any other feeling. He was so neatly hiding a heart that somehow was currently.

“Ram, Rama.” I took the step of a thousand chasing after him that was walking so fast. However, he did not flinch at my calling that kept mentioning his name.

“Shinta, hey where are you going?” shouted Bu Yuni who I did not ignore, “astaghfirullah, how to pay. I didn't bring any money.” He heard his chatter in my ear that was not far away.