THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER VI

My net is perfectly rounded when in front of the room door there is

someone who is watching us. A graceful and beautiful middle-aged woman.

He looked at me with admiration. A smile could not be seen from his face when he

I took a shower and said,

“Jay mama never taught you not to appreciate

wanita”.

“Mama?” my inner. My forehead shriveled in remembrance.

“Feelings mama Jay is a guy judes and fierce. The corners of her lips

it just curved upwards and she had nothing graceful about it at all. Differ

with the woman in front of me this”.

I looked at his face.

“He does look like Jay. His eyes, his nose even when smiling

it was very similar as if a nut was split in two. It's just that he's one

female. And my mind floated far away to the figure she used to call mother. Tak

similar at all, only Jay is very fond of the woman judes. Because he who

raised himself until he met me in college”.

“Mama why go down, it's been a night if not tired after all day

taking care of company? Rest ma, let Jay take care here!”

“No Jay, mama don't want you to treat this girl regularly

haphazardly like you did it to the others”.

“Maa, I won't do as I used to, trust me”, I will,

jay's voice was softly affectionate.

“How different is the way he talks to me like an enemy but on

this middle-aged woman she is very soft like cotton” candy.

 Makes me so late in the atmosphere that I can't speak.

Just seeing him amazed.

He held her shoulder and guided her to the second floor.

Near the room whose door was slammed earlier.

“Darling don't do anything. Mama look at her girl

be well. And you love him Jay?”

“Sssh, mom says what the hell. He is the same as the girls

who's after Jay ma. I love seeing my fame and fortune. Insincerely in

his heart to like me. Mama knows she's the reason Jay is like today”.

“What makes you disappointed and love him son. Don't

lying to mom. You're my real son I know what's hidden in the recesses

yourselves”.

Jay just shook his hand before telling his mother to come in and

closing the door slowly. A second later he looked up and exhaled

rough before coming to me again.

“Waatii”, screaming.

“Ya, sir. Dress the woman as beautifully as possible. I want to

visit Marcella” invitation.

“Good tuan”. Then he said again, “mari nona”, to me.

“No, tell your master that. I will not obey

his wish before there is a clear explanation”.

“But miss, the show will start in an hour. I'm worried sir

Jay's gonna be late. You know he can't tolerate late”.

“What do I care. Want to be late for the cake, come quickly for the cake. Nonexistent

business with me. I just want to go home to my boarding house. Take a break, get tired and

tomorrow I don't want to be late selling rice in the town square, my customer

wait”.

“Miss try to understand, I'm sure mister Jay can replace

miss that day's loss. He is rich, his business is everywhere. If

just to replace your losses a day with ten million plus

flowers, is a small thing”.

“Is that little money really for him?” my eyes are round, interested.

“Not to bother with him Wati, how much do you want?”

jay said as he prepared to write the nominal in his check.

“No I don't want a check. I want cash”, I'm excited.

‘Alright, how much? I'll meet the amount you want

in cash, as long as today would like to accompany me to the party”.

“Only accompany to the party right, do not sleep in bed?” say

ensure.

“What's wrong with that?” Jay asked back while ascending

lower eyebrows.

I almost laughed with a funny expression and liked it very much

that was a long time ago.

“At last I found you Jay. That warm person always

kurindu”.

“I told you once, no matter what happens I don't

will sell themselves. It is better to die of hunger than to be a satisfied lust

man, do you remember that?” my eyes are perfect.

“Haiiis, alright. Follow Wati there and dance as beautiful

in all probability. I don't want to be humiliated by your village's appearance!” saith

unfeeling.

“What happened to you Jay?” batinku.

On the hotel grounds to the party room.

The car door was opened by a bodyguard dressed in all black,

he allowed me to get out before moving to the other side and opening up

the door for Jay.

I waited until he came up to me and stretched out his arm.

I looped my hand over to her, when it was about to reach the red carpet

stretching from the hall door to the pelaminan, from,

Jay whispered, “remember acting like we're lovers

who love each other and eliminate the nature of your village it”.

“Ssceek, I was once the marketing general of a

big company Jay, don't dictate me with ethics in the official party”,

I whispered in an annoyed tone.

“Fine, but remember we're a couple of lovers soon

fiancee and married. And do not forget also if we love each other”,

whisper it again in my ear.

“Alright, so when are we going to marry Jay”, I replied

throw a smile at the guests on the right-hand side of red

carpets.

“Don't dream of you!” whispered again.

I laugh a little, “oke Jay I follow your game from my payday

according to our deal price and cash. Remember Jay cash in the bag

back my favorite color”.

“Haiiish, you're still the same as Suti was, in your mind it's that

there's only money and money. Can't you think of anything else?” lyrically

annoyed.

“Sorry Jay, if that one problem is a basic need

my life. You know, my family in the village only relied on me

to support. Especially this year my step sister needs a lot of money for her college

and you know his father has been almost two years since he died”.

 “Ibuku is only able to sell vegetables in front of the house, the results are not much because we do not

have capital, different from you Jay. I see your life departing from three hundred six

tens of degrees from last time we met at an art party night first”.

Jay only blinked his eyes before exhaling

airborne. Slowly we approached the bride and groom in front, shortly after

filling out the guest book.

Netraku delicates perfectly when reading what Jay wrote

there. “Master and mistress Jodi Bimantara. Can I have a little fantasy?”

my inner.

In the party hall. We walked side by side to the park. Ravens

shocked faces seemed from the two brides as Jay approached and stretched out

her hands.

“Happy Marcella for your marriage, may it last and live

happy forever”.

“Thank you honey”, replied the bride while hugging Jay

tightly and long, before breaking the hug she kissed Jay's left and right cheeks

alternating.

I just squinted my forehead while putting on a fake smile to

the couple's bride. My netraku saw that Marcella's husband was wrong

as well as her flushed face held the turmoil in her heart.

Jay clenched his right hand before saying, “Happy Rico, please,

we meet in arena”.

I'm moving my elbow a little bit to Jay's stomach.

“What's the matter dear?” my whisper.

My response was subtle but could still be heard by the couple.

“He's your new boyfriend Jay?” marcella asked in disbelief.

“Of course, it's not just you who can betray Cella. Me too

can”.

“But how can Jay, not a month we broke up?”

“Anything can happen Cella. I don't want to wait for a widow from a couple

betray like you”, said Jay while smiling as if there is no burden on

her heart.

After that hostile stale base we came down from

pelaminan heading to the dish. There are many types of delicious food and garnish

made European style led me a little hovering, when I was still working at Dico

travel and hotel.

I remember almost every corporate birthday of the dish

almost the same as today. The hustle and bustle and laughter of the employees blared in

airborne. Very happy because at that time there must be a year-end bonus, a gift

company for those who achieve success in running

share and hit the target.

So that the company advanced rapidly. Before the man who

I came and destroyed everything. I don't understand what

happened but according to the info I got the company changed ownership. Who

the one who bought it and turned into any business I got no information on

that's.

What's clear in my memory is that all of his employees are put away,

including myself and never get a new job

with my tongue, until I became a street vendor just to make a living

in order to stay alive could also send a little money for the cost of living

my family.

That's why I was so enthusiastic when Jay asked me to do it

this charade in return corresponds to the amount I set.

“Why are you smiling yourself Suti. Happy on top

anguishku”, askinya full search.

“Hah, what?” I flinched

“Ah come, find what menu you want. Do not let the stomach

your poor are sorry, because after this you will not eat as luxurious food

ini”, the sarcophagus again.

Even though my heart was scratched I still replied with a smile, “of course

jay, I'm not gonna waste this opportunity. Can I wrap it up

to take home?”

“Do not tacky you. I'll buy it at the Bamboo restaurant

after returning from here”.

“Really Jay?”

“Of course, consider it a bonus”.

“Ha..ha..thank you Jay. You are indeed the best”, my laughter is happy.

While Jay only tightened his jaw and eyes

ice-cold.

At exactly 22:00 Jay drove back to where he was

fetch me.

“Yeah, city square. Two days ago he forced me to

entered car. And this is a ridiculous story. How not

I came home still wearing party clothes and high heels attached at the

body. While the left hand tightly hugged the black plastic bag I was carrying

jean pants and worn clothes, which are far from fancy words. Not forgetting the right hand

it carries the expensive food box from the bamboo restaurant. And funny again me

shouldered purple backpack color. Really not matching at all”.

“What do I care! What matters is that today I came home with a bring

price compliant with deal at the beginning”.

The streets are starting to stretch. Only a long silhouette followed each

this body movement. I sharpen my netraku to the corner of the square where mas Reso is ordinary

overbearing. With a bit of hesitation I half ran towards the rickshaw in

that darkness.

 “Fiuuuh, thank goodness mas Reso

there's still”, I said so close to him.

“Lhoo mbak Suti, where are these nights from. Coco

tumben-tenan?”

“You go home. Situ narik, right?”

“Iya mbak again waiting mbak Dian kubambanku”.

“Working in that photocopy spot huh?”

“Bener mbak”.

“Let's go if Mas Reso send me a minute to my boarding place?”

“Can mbak. It just so happened that Dian said tell me to pick you up a little late

dikits. Many thesis binding he said”.

“Ah Yes. At the end of the semester many students want to

graduation”.

“Mari mbak ride, I inter”.

“Ayok mas”, I threw my ass on the rickshaw bench.

A second later it went slowly. In the middle of the journey

mas Reso asked, “mbak Suti where anyway, how do you like from the party?”

“Know where mas is?”

“Lha the same dress her makeup”.

“Ah yes I forgot”, I pat my eel slowly. “From the wedding party

friends mas”.

“Definitely rich people yes mbak. Looks from Suti's dress. Goodly

real kayak princess Cinderella”.

I laughed at his reply, “Mas is all there is. It's a shirt

can borrow, it was rented by my former boss in the company. Later if

it's done in the laundry I want to return”.

“Why not wash yourself mbak?”

“Fear of broken mas, mahal” shirt.

“Oh so thoo”.

Arriving near the alley towards the kosan I waved up so that the mas

Reso can see my movements. The fine decitan of the tire swiping with the asphalt sounded

before the rickshaw finally stopped completely.

“Down here mbak?”

“Iya. It's the fare”, I replied with a hundred dollars

thousands.

“Waduh no change mbak. Money is too much”.

“Take the mas, the change”.

“Nih” actually.

“Take it as a bonus from me because, delivering on time

and selam”.

“Alhamdulillah dream what I last night”.

“Dream kidnapped angel beautiful kali mas”, I said teasing her.

“Ha.ha.ha. There's-there's only Suti. Yes thank you very much

yep. Tomorrow if I want to sell rice I will pick it up. And no need to pay”.

“Iya. Good night yes I pamit”.

“Night be careful mbak her gang dark loh”.

“Oke”, I said with a thumbs up.

A little hastened my steps towards the very end of the house

from this complex. Although including residential areas at night remains

it is empty of human activity. Probably because of its location

urban, you could say this is a suburb.

Lonely and gripping, to put aside the creeping fear, I took off

high heels and run as hard as you can to my boarding house. When I feel there is

stalker behind.

Before entering the room I turned my head towards the darkness

down the alley. But I found nothing. In a hurry I opened the door

room and enter it.

“Blam!” I slammed the door and locked it again.

I put the food box to the table by the door while my luggage

the others were thrown on the bed. Then I slammed my body on its stomach

over it and snoring. Fatigue caused my eyes to close and my consciousness

dragged into dreamland