THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST
Two Women of Different Ages
Still in the same afternoon, but this time in a different village, Arimbi was lifting several bags of crackers from the back shed. Also seen in front of the house, two women who seemed to have become a subscription, were waiting for Arimbi to take a few more packs of crackers.
"Weight huh, Ma'am?" ask one of his guests Arimbi while moving crackers from the terrace to the front of his motorcycle seat.
Arimbi smiled quite broadly. Although he knew that it was a trite question, but Arimbi still replied to him warmly without any offense. "No, ma'am, the people carry two bags at most."
"Hahaha .." The woman was even blown away, as was the only woman waiting for her order cracker. "Mbak Arimbi can. Yeah, you've all been to the note, ma'am, make proof."
"Beres," Arimbi immediately stepped towards the table where the note had been prepared. Once the business with one of the traders was finished, Arimbi immediately served another female baler who had been sitting on the motorcycle. Reyhan himself again play with the neighbor's son next door, so do not bother the mother who is serving the buyers.
As Arimbi was about to finish serving the second buyer, his eyes were shocked by the arrival of someone he knew so well, just getting out of the car. With haughty steps the man walked towards Arimbi's house. Arimbi immediately finished his business with the buyer, after which he immediately welcomed his guest.
"Please sit down, ma'am," said Arimbi after arguing with each other with a guest who is a woman. "What would you like to drink?" ask him politely.
"No need! No need to bother, at least just plain water and tea water doang," answered the guest with a ketus while putting his ass on one of the chairs on the terrace. "I'm here to talk to you."
Arimbi had expected it, but he acted as if he was surprised enough. "What are you talking about, ma'am?"
"No need to pretend!" reply to his guests very carefully. It was obvious that the guest did not like the host. "I came all the way here, just wanted to ask you for help. Please, you stay away from Mulyadi, will you?"
"Well, isn't it the mother's son who always comes close to me?" arimbi calmly replied to Mother's words from the man who had been approaching her for months.
"God. Ma! How do you know such misinformation? I never used my son at all."
Mulyadi's mother immediately grinned. "What do you think I'm stupid? If you never use your child, where your child gets good toys. I know everything."
"I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry as big as it is, I just asked the mother's son, why he wanted to buy a good toy and quite expensive. My son was too young to ask for it all. Look that! My son's toy is like that?" Arimbi pointed towards Reyhan who was playing a small mobile car on the grass in front of his neighbor's yard.
"Whatever your reasons, I'm strongly against your relationship. Again the same widow I have to think again, what else is the same woman whose status is not clear like you. You should be self-aware, Mulyadi who is a PNS and businessman, dating a woman whose status is unclear."
"Yes, I am very self-aware, Mom," Arimbi replied by holding back the rumble that instantly churned because it felt insulted by the words of Mulyadi's mother. "I'm so self-conscious that I'm always lazy if your child plays here. Always the reason my son if mother's children play here. I don't have to worry, I have no interest at all with my son."
"Goodoo. That's what you have to do" the woman stood up. Before leaving the place, Mulyadi's mother again gave a warning. "Remember my words, stay away from Mulyadi or you will regret it" the woman immediately stepped foot.
Arimbi was silent. Instead of being afraid, the woman did not expect that she would be subjected to this kind of humiliation. Although the insult was not the first for Arimbi, but it still hurts if his status is not clearly revealed again.
As soon as the woman left, Arimbi went straight in and spilled out a pang of his heart pain through the rushing tears. Not only crying, Arimbi also immediately stepped towards the kitchen to grab the sack and fill it with all the toys given by Mulyadi for her child.
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