THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER IX

‘Where does Jeff have info?’, asked Jay from the phone.

‘No boss. I've been looking for him everywhere even to where he usually mangkal’.

‘Aren't you asking her friends around?’

‘Already boss according to the information I received, it has been almost a week he does not sell.

Even his boarding friends said that he also did not come home’.

‘What, what the hell! Have you met his mother?’

‘Not the boss, he said again to visit his son who gave birth in the village. Today is new

back here. I'm waiting around his house’.

‘Is she likely to join her boarding mother?’

‘Can be the boss, because my people who stand by in the original area miss also inform him

not going home to her mother. Even her sister told me she didn't come home

months. He said he moved to work in a subsidiary company in Jakarta,

haven't had time to go home’.

‘Heeemm, so yes. Okay Jeff, continue with your work. Make sure there is fun info

today’.

‘Siap bos’.

‘Tut’.

After returning from the office Jodi told Mang Diman to direct the car towards the square

town.

 ‘Ciiiiiiit’, tire squeaking sound.

In the passenger seat he sharpened his eyes to look at the human bustle

which is never quiet even though the night has fallen darker.

‘Where are you stupid girl. Wanna run with my money apparently. Don't dream, your job isn't yet

done that. Just look if tomorrow you don't show up I'll go down myself

hand’, threaten.

Meanwhile on the banks of the river a remote village of Prigen area.

‘Haaaah, very quiet here. There is no pollution, though,

commotion, screams none. There was only wind around.

Friction of leaves is so fun. To give my empty soul. Heeem what a

wonderful life’, my mind speaks.

A group of women were going to go

the river, they were smiling at the sight that was starting to become a part

routines there. Well, a grown girl always sits cross-legged on a rock

big in the middle of the rice field Mr. Parjo, one of the elders in the village.

Strange nephew of the city, that's the nickname given.

How is it not weird? Because the girl every

the morning will be in the middle of the rice field sitting quietly for hours without doing anything.

Close your eyes and enjoy the breeze from all directions

long hair unraveling.

He doesn't care about his hair

fussiness. And it's been happening for almost a year. Although often sunbathing

the sun from five to ten in the morning, the skin of the adult girl was never

being opaque even looks exotic like most women in the area

that's. He who was smiling in peace suddenly had to be jolted by

the cry of a young man from the edge of the rice field.

‘Mbaaak, called mr’.

‘Had, what's up. I'm not usually called’.

‘Remanded home soon pentiiing’.

‘What? Most ordered breakfast’.

‘Not, there are guests from nyariin’ city.

‘Hah, who else is it?’, I think it's starting to get anxious.

It's not like I've cut off all contact with

everyone from my past. Not even my family I've contacted. Numberplate

I changed the phone. I even deleted all my social media for the sake of

ultimate tranquility.

‘Who's the guest, de? Female male?’,

I shouted at him.

‘Iya’, Ade replied ambiguously.

I frowned briefly, before descending

from the big rock that has been my solo all this time. Kutenteng flip-flops in

my left hand before stepping this leg carefully roasted the rice field.

‘Yes, I have to walk slowly because even though I

already accustomed to my favorite activities, still often slipped when

walk on it’.

Reaching the edge of the rice field Ade waited with

big smile there. He looked as though he was emanating from the water of his face

the clean. The astonished me began to ask,

‘What's that in your head?’, I'm random

his hair started touching the nape.

‘Nothing’, the answer is short.

‘Lantas why smile yourself. Her guest

pretty girl huh?’.

‘Not mbak, see for yourself later.

Lazy I explained it was like a teacher. Panjaaaang and wide

definition ntar’.

‘Kan nice deck more concrete so’.

‘Tuh hair uncut deck. Not afraid of being scolded by teachers at school?’.

‘Not people are still online long time. Later aja cut pas already luring’.

‘Huh, your base. Ngeles continues if you have discussed the problem of school regulations’.

‘Udah ah mbak. Yuk Cepetan has been awaited by his guests.

Entar then came here just tau rasa’.

‘Whose is the guest deck?’

‘Mbak see for yourself’, the answer is short

while showing off his rows of clean white teeth.

‘Hadeew’.

We're looking for a shortcut to home with

passing through the houses on the left of the rice field. Throughout the journey

the right left neighbor smiled a lot or nodded kindly

it is a hallmark of the hospitality of the villagers.

There are times when Ade and I say the word, ’monggo’,

as an expression of excuse when meeting people who are

sitting on the terrace, they also reply with a smile or similar word.

This is what makes me feel good about staying here.

Arriving at the courtyard of Lek Parjo's house, I saw there

a couple of fancy cars parked there, I started to feel uncomfortable. I knew

who owns those cars. I stopped and started to turn around

go away when a few steps are then stopped by a reprimand

behind me, ’where are you Miss?’.

I flipped when my back touched the flesh

clay from the arms of two bodyguards in black uniforms and replied, ’em...mau..

bathroom there’.

‘There is a bathroom there, miss. Nothm

bathroom is inside house’.

‘I mean village’ bathroom.

‘Do not have many reasons. Come on come with us. Bosses

waiting for the lady inside. Do not lose your patience and be patient

porandakan this village’.

I gasp, ’baiklah’. I followed the two men obediently.

With a lot of raging feelings

in the presence of Ikusul Ade who first entered the house. The lek Parjo living room

nan vast a lot of people who passed by to make preparations

an event. I was confused trying to find out,

’You have any event lek. Kok on dandan all’.

‘Suti Wedding. Quickly get into your room there, berhias’.

‘Only who wants to get married, lek. Mas Dimas huh?’

‘Hus, ngawur. Dimas is still in the twelfth grade of High School yet to graduate again,

whichever one wants to take it as mantu’.

‘Lantas lek, who married whom?’

‘Yes you are Suti’.

I laughed at Lek's response

Parjo, ’don't joke lek. Who is my future husband?’

‘I....i am your future husband’, a second later.

the heavy voice sounded from my left side. Where the guest room is.

Buy an eye, I look towards the voice, ’kamu?’

‘What a pity misses me’, he whispered

my inling.

‘Don't joke Jay. The marriage is not

game’, sahutku slowly.

‘I'm serious Suti, look at the preparations that I

make. Everything is mature and perfect. Mom is coming to see

our wedding. And your mother and step-sister I also present here, as

guardian from perempuan’. ‘

Ha..ha how good is not. Everything is already

in accordance with plan’.

‘But Jay how about penghulu and

registration in KUA. Do you think it is easy to bring them in

impromptu. Those people are not your subordinates that you can easily set’.

‘Ouuh darling don't worry about it.

Look at the new car coming. The white one there, it's a troupe

KUA employees who are ready to marry us today’.

‘Ba...how can Jay?’.

‘No wonder Suti, I'm Jay, can

got everything with my money. Including your freedom’, he replied furious.

I will deny his words when

my door saw my mother, my half-sister and Jay's mother entering the room.

Reviewing the wide smiles I approached them and hugged them as a flavor-relief

the longing that blows.

 While mama Jay rubbed my back

lama said, ’jaga Jay ya Suti and make him your priest wherever you are

be’. Moved by his attitude I nodded.