The Bitter Three's
The Heart of the Clouded Raka
It is a winding journey from Alwa and Raka.
The woman was unpretentious, cheerful, innocent and naive, very respectful of her husband.
With a former thug man, a dipping playboy who has been a little converted, but loyal to follow his boss everywhere.
At the moment their status is friends. Raka likes Alwa but only to that extent. There is an implied in his heart he will look for a wife who is like Alwa, because in his mind it is time to look for heaven.
Today, after 5 days of working in the office with exhausting work pressure, Galuh is busy here and there dealing with the handover of office, and, so that Raka was also affected by innuendo because he was Galuh's best friend, Raka half-bengong staring at the rain that fell rapidly from the window of his rented house.
He's in standby mode, like a computer.
Occasionally sipping hot coffee from his white cup, just looking at the point of water that came down hit the street alley in front of his house.
He just woke up, and now it's 10 in the morning. His hair was disheveled, swallow chest, only wrapped in a thin white boxer beloved who was torn a little on the buttocks due to too often used.
It's nothing, he's got a lot of boxers. But indeed the most comfortable on holidays is thin material torn-tear.
He was only able to sleep after dawn prayers because he had to work on quarterly reports. The process is quite long, two days of new struggle to get the dawn enlightenment earlier. Because Galuh usually does the work, he only accepts the so and process. It seems very difficult to do it alone.
Not yet his colleagues in the office in condition can not be invited to cooperate because Raka is being hostile. Boss' henchmen, he said.
Which boss? New or old?
Or even he actually, had unwittingly fallen into the trap of David Yudha to become an impromptu free employee?!
So at this time Raka felt fooled, for having 3 Boss. Susan, David and Galuh.
And the man deactivated his phone during the weekend, drank his hot coffee, and looked at the rain while contemplating his life.
I need a wife, he thought.
Wait, how old am I? 29 Years of emptiness! thought again.
I need a face of sumringah on weekends, lounging on the sofa while watching tv, playing games while being rummaged, and there is a voice sulking 'Ayang, home bawain martabak ya!' if I go home from work, Raka thinks next.
The dream of a man who is financially well established, turns out to be that simple.
And this is Raka, a tattooed man with a hard experience of life, who sits behind a desk fiddling with a computer more exhausting than fighting.
Her foster mother texted her last week, "Bang, try calling the Rodiyah, sweet kid, really!"
Who is Rodiyah?! Said his sister, Rodiyah is the flower of the village of Pak Camat's son.
Hih, why be playing fools?! Is it a sin at the age of 29 years into singles?!
Raka continued to think as she mengedumel in heart.
"Mister, it doesn't matter if you're single, just don't play with girls!" that said his adoptive father, at the same time with his mother's SMS.
Very compact husband and wife. Compact sucks! contemplate Raka while pouting. Just know his dad if he likes changing boyfriends.
Not yet his sister sent WA, about 3 days ago, this is the contents of WA from his sister, he said,
Sister Perempuan Raka: Bang, all costs 60 million, it is very luxurious to be able to party 3 days 3 malls!
Raka: What are you doing 19 years of marriage?!
Raka's Little Sister: Lah! What's egang?! Rather than being slandered just mending me to marry!
Raka : Brother will be pursued dateline marriage also Julehaaaaa!
Raka's Little Sister: Cepet Nyukul Bang! Aamij! (Emoticon sticking tongue)
And Raka also sent a reception fee of 100 million to her sister while hoping that everything is silent to the powerful sentence: When is Nyulus?!
"That's my brother overin, but it's mekem ya! Watch out for 'Kapan Nyulus' brother pull the buffet again!" threaten Raka while calling Juleha, her foster sister.
"Iyaaaa later in front of the city hall office there is a billboard of his writing: prohibited nanya 'Kapan Nyulus' to Bang Raka, Remember the Residents of Kampung Lestari! Ingaaat!!" juleha said while chuckling.
Actually Raka is lazy amazing coming to the wedding reception, but what's okay to do, it's her sister's wedding.
The problem is, he has no companion. If you come alone, it must be the target of the mothers who propose their daughters to become prospective mother's ghosts!
"Are I taking Sisca?" muttered Raka.
No, ah! Later even make a scene. It's sexy, cindo, different religions anyway, I can be directly diruqyah same father! Thought Raka.
Must be an understated, hijab-wearing, well mannered and sweet woman, with an alluring smile and a high level of modesty.
Like ...
Who is that running around in the rain wearing a black-black robe?!
Raka tilted her face seeing someone enter her alley while running. It was obvious a woman was seen from her clothes.
The figure looked confused looking to his right and left, then asked the fathers who were doing the gaso in the morning at the patrol post.
And the fathers pointed towards the house of Raka.
Raka furrowed her eyebrows.
Who is that woman?! Her thought.
Then the woman walked to her house.
When he got closer, Raka could only see the woman's face more clearly. And the man immediately put down his coffee cup and headed for the door.
Then open it in shock.
"Mister Alwa?" shocked sahut.
Alwa was soaked, trembling, and her face looked very sad.
"Mas Rakaaaaaa!! Howoooo!!!" he whined while directly hugging Raka.
"Gat!! Buset," Raka muttered even more shocked.
So suddenly the behavior of Alwa, Raka to the point of losing balance and falling sitting on the floor.
"Cieee Rakaaa, tumben looking for girlfriend ukhti!" exclaimed the fathers of the patrol post, in the midst of the heavy rain that morning.
"Back sono help bini lo cook!" raka replied to their words.
"Oh! To the gep crab!" teasing the gaffers at the patrol post.
Raka stared at the drenched body that was sagging like a koala baby, hugging her tightly without caring the consequences.
"Mister Alwa, what's here?" ask Raka carefully.
"All in vain Maaas! Nooooooooo! Howoooo!!" scream Alwa hysterical.
Raka scratched her head which was not actually itchy.
"Mas Raka is not active! Whyaaaa huwaaaaa!!" yell Alwa again.
Raka immediately sneered. In his heart he was feeling a bad feeling, if again he would be involved in other people's household problems.
"Yeah, no longer want to be disturbed," said Raka.
Alwa raised her face, her eyes full of tears and already swollen looking at Raka in frustration, "So I'm bothering ya Mas?"
"Mbak Alwa realized that he was no longer sitting on my deck? That's it so wake up" muttered Raka.
"Guys? Where's?" Alwa seemed to turn to the left-right looking for the Little Sister called Raka just now.
Raka took a deep breath, trying to control her patience, her common sense, and of course her lust.