The Passion of the Actor
Chapter 27's

"Thank you for driving me," said Raya smiling at Dipa. Five minutes ago Dipa's car had stopped in front of the laundry, but the two were still stuck in an awkward zone.

Dipa was not angry over the past of Kingdom, because indeed she had no reason for it, it was just that she was disappointed. To be honest, he likes Raya. Not at first sight like in a soap opera. Dipa began to feel sympathy since she accompanied the girl to fulfill the contents of her laundry.

Just happened. Somehow at this time the household is great, but certainly he is unlikely to put hope in the wife of others who are currently pregnant anyway.

As a child, Dipa is very abstinent to play with other people's property!

"I go down first," continued Raya who was only replied by Dipa. He was still standing in front of the laundry until the car disappeared.

***

True Raya's guess, Dipa stayed away from him. Usually, the man often comes to visit him. Bring lunch or a glass of coffee in the afternoon. A month ago it never happened again.

Each Kingdom visits Oma's house on the call of the woman, she never meets Dipa, and thanks to the monstrous creature, El. And that's very grateful for him.

Raya is busy checking which laundry cloth should be delivered today. There's an Oma bedcover, which means she'll have to go to Oma's house in the afternoon. Again, he wished El wasn't there.

"Mbak, this..," said Nana thrusting a hape belonging to Raya that was still vibrating the sign of the incoming call. "From there the sound went on inside."

"Thank you, Na" he said with a smile. His phone is indeed being stamped in the middle room until it is not aware of any incoming calls. "New number, who is it? what customer?" his great-grandson.

"Thank God, Mother.."

"Hello.., uh...,"

"Rich...."

The deg! A voice he had not heard for a month. Last met, in the hospital and last talked, when Dika told her mother was allowed to go home.

"This is Mas Dika?"

"Yes, Ray. This is my new number. The old one's taken Lani."

Silence.the two who have lost contacts must feel awkward when returning to talk even if only by phone. "What's up, Mom?"

"Mas wants to take you to a meeting, Ray. Mas. misses."

There was a sigh that was so heavy across there, a sign of heavy burden being experienced by Dika. But what's the deal with Raya again? he did not want to go into the circle that ensnared him back. The past is only appropriate to be stored in memory albums that are stored in underground warehouses, not to be remembered, let alone intertwine nostalgia.

True, everything that exists and happens to the present self, is inseparable from the past. However, there is a saying that a wise man forgives the guilt of the one who wronged him, but does not forget. Make it a learning, to live life better in the future.

"Sorry, Mas. It is no longer appropriate to say that to me. I'm even someone who deserves to be missed. And I'm sorry, Mas, I can't see Mas anymore. You have to take care of Lani's feelings. I'm not him, who wants to meet the husband of the man behind his wife."

Raya's speech slapped hard Dika. He knows where Raya's speech is going. He also knew who the Disentile Kingdom was currently. It's all true. He must be ready to bear the fruits of his sins.

"But, I need a friend to talk to, Ray."

"Sholat, Mas. Every time we have a problem, talk to your Creator, not with me" Raya said. He has to keep the line between them. Let it pass, once you step forward, never look back again.

"Sorry, Mas. It would not be wise if you discuss household matters with me. I'm an outsider, and I'm honestly not interested in hearing that. I'll close first, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum."

Raya clasped her phone tightly in the chest. His face is so sad. Wanting to cry, her heart pushed to cry, but crying what? why should she be sad to hear that the Dika household is currently unhappy?

To be honest, it was not easy to forget Dika. Two years of living together, there must be good things worth remembering from Dika. Moreover, it is Dika who will accept it after the damned event. Accepting with all his shortcomings, the insults of the villagers to him and also his father. So, Raya still keeps a good attitude to Dika because she feels indebted.

"Mbak, so deliver the cloth? it was late afternoon," Nana reprimanded the Kingdom's consciousness. Rushed up. He stared at the cloth that had piled on his motorbike.

"The Great Spirit" he told himself.

***

"Sorry, Sir. The rest of the stock is just this. Just the same function, just this is too hard," said the pharmacy keeper while confirming the location of his glasses.

"Sir, Papa. Even better, one drink, he was immediately wild, so it was more exciting. I have been chasing him for a long time. Put the wife again out of town and quiet space, let me work," he said happily.

The conversation halted, as the drugstore keeper realized that there was a customer behind the shelf in the corner of the room. The shopkeeper came out from the inside, directly reporting to RT sir, so did not notice Elrick who was already standing there. The two halted, and stared at Elrick.

"Royal Lord, how are you?" Greet someone who is not in Elrick's memory. In Elrick's world, the only human she deserves to remember is herself, herself, herself and her grandmother. Selfish people are.

"Good." Then hush. As if the short answer is a marker that he does not want to talk to.

"Master doesn't know me? I'm RT in Bu Nani's housing complex, your grandmother."

"Oh..."

***

Elrick walked into Oma's house with a cold face. He was upset with the woman. He knew that the reason for this illness was only his grandmother's wits, to ask him to come by asking to buy medicine and wind oil. He knew the woman was lying, but what could she do? His affection and care for Nani makes him unable to do anything but follow whatever his grandmother wants.

"You've come? Well, grandma's head hurts a lot," said Nani memijit his temple. His face was sad, looking in pain, but the light of his eyes could not lie, the woman looked fine. Not to mention Elrick glanced at the corner of the room, on the sofa, there was still a leftover snack, which again he was sure eaten by his grandmother.

"This is the wind oil. Is our Miss Universe really sick? or..."

"Basar durhaka granddaughter. Don't see, Oma is in so much pain and suffering?"

"If it's really sick, why don't you call Tito?" tanyanya referred the Royal family doctor all this time.

"Oma wants you to take care of Oma. Oh, yes. Go to the Laundry Kingdom, grab my velvet blanket."

"Why tell me, just tell your servant, Oma!"

"Oma wants you to take. That's Opamu's blanket. Oh, my head..."

"All right, I'm leaving!"