Among the Million Love
Chapter 30 ~First Time in Forever

That night, not my application night. The man named Baihaqi and his family only came to visit, of course, bringing the purpose of getting acquainted with me. Mama said, they will come again sometime. Now it is time for the weekend. The meeting I promised with Mas Dika. In front of the bus stop far from my house, I waited for him in that place.

“Where are you, nih?” Not yet answered, still looking at the internet sites interesting spots to visit. I would like to visit a zoo or gardens filled with flowers blooming, but this weekend must be a very crowded place. The crowd makes me dizzy, instead of enjoying the holidays even dizzy.

“All tourist attractions are crowded, Mas. Where ya?” Close my mouth, knock my phone on my temple. Thinking of determining a suitable place as a ngedate place this time.

“We have come this far, you know.”

Yeah, that's right too. Tens of kilos of meters have passed, huh. I scratched my neck in confusion.

“Where is this?” Again, he asked the same thing.

“Hem, it's up to Mas deh. I'm just coming with.” I replied, too confused to decide the location. Finally, we are both silent.

1,

2,

3,

4,

5, ..... A second without sound.

“Where ya? Dufan?”

“Hemm..No.” Just like a kid.

“Mall?”

“Huh, don't want ah. Crowded.”

“Regard?”

I'm shaking.

“Pantai?”

“Bored, hot too.”

“Where to go?

“Terex...” Answer.

Really, am I a normal woman? My mouth says ‘so’ when I can't decide, but I also disagree with the proposal he put forward. Don't blame a woman for the word ‘, as far as’ is spoken from her mouth. Indeed, it is a response when the mouth is no longer able to answer. Than not to answer at all, right? Better said ‘terasern’ weeee.

The man next to me was blown away after the last word came out of my mouth. To be honest, I wanted a place that was peaceful, quiet, without any commotion, or that was jostling. My goal for the weekend was not to just meet a girlfriend, but to clear my mind. Refreshing, you know?

“Where ya? Just go home?” Finally, I knew he was as depressed as I was confused looking for a stopover.

“Dih, home! Just got out of time to go home?” Can't, can't accept if the storyline is like this.

“Ke monas only yuh?” My proposal, I see him nod.

“Wherever you want, as long as the answer is not up to.” Reciprocity.

Monas, this Saturday looks lonely. We parked the car, then we got in on foot. Take a selfie, and buy a ticket at the purchase slot. Although I saw a lot of teenagers and families visiting there, but this vast place did not look so crowded, the scenery was different when I was a child, or maybe people are tired of visiting one of these historic sites.

At the top of the monument monas (National Monument), do not forget again we take pictures. Yes yes yes, for some people who want to choose a place to come here is a boring thing, it is, even for people like me who have come here hundreds of times, do not ask again the layout of every detail of the objects in this place. But, there's no boss for me and the guy I'm with, we enjoy this togetherness. Not to be outdone by the romance of the teenagers, we also joined hands and stepped happily.

Ended us stopping by at the meatball and soto stalls ‘Ibunda’. Ordering the mainstay menu is a special curry sauce lava meatball, believe you not? The meat is as big as the head of a three-month-old boy, not to mention the small meatball bonus, and additional tets, vegetables, and others. Worse, the price of a serving of this meatball is only fifty-two thousand five hundred rupiah, clearly cheaper than ordinary meatballs for fifteen thousand in other meatball stalls. When compared, it is worth it. The meat is the size of a jumbo, and do not forget the stuffing of cayenne pepper that has been installed.

A serving of meatballs for both of us to eat, not exhausted (Excuse me yes). Outside of the rain, waiting for it to subside we just kept silent without saying. Speaking was also not useful, because his voice collided with the sound of heavy rain dripping onto the roof and highway.

Enjoy the twilight at the meatball stall, not even counted how many glasses of warm tea we have spent. It's cold, just enjoying the rush of rain in this patch of tavern, I think it's the longest time we've had in eight years. The more afternoon, my mother has called many times asking for my whereabouts.

“Mas, looks like I have to go home. I've been outside for too long.”

“Hem, okay. Come.” answer.

In front of the place my steps stopped.

“Why?”

“We want to rain-rain?” Saw his car parked across the street. Do I have to run there? Imagining the cold of the heavy drops of rain water alone has made me cold creeps.

“Hem, yes let me.” He said, he's smarter than me. Borrowing an umbrella from the shopkeeper then approached his car. The car came out of the parker area and approached before my eyes, descending with the same umbrella. Stupid again, I ran to get into that car. Why not just wait for an umbrella if you are afraid of the rain? You idiot!

“Cold no?” He said when we were in the same place.

“Lumayan, hihihi.” Shivered.

“Go home wash your head with warm water huh? Drink ginger water as well.” He said while stroking my head.

For some reason, my lips and teeth continued to shake uncontrollably. Is the stomach filled? All along the way just shut up without saying, it was hard to speak. It's not good to be found out that I'm shivering in the cold.

“It's up.” He said, he drove me to the same place at the bus stop.

“Dys, Dysa direct home Yes Mas.” My lips kept on shaking.

“You're cold?”

“No,”

“Cock my lips turn blue so?” I close my lips straight.

“Come, delivery time to your home.” He ransacked the contents of his car looking for something, not knowing what it was.

“Ca... ca. find what?”

“Rain jas.”

“Oh this is it. Wear it.” Small light blue light. Only a drizzle left.

“Dysa home alone only, Mas.”

“There's my Papa, I don't have to go down?”

“If Mas goes that way, isn't that a man's name irresponsible?” His word.

I'm getting shivering, between cold and afraid if mama sees me coming home delivered ‘someone’ will definitely be a longer business. My fear happened, Mama was there too. Wearing a different umbrella, Mama and Papa approached me who was being held by Mas Dika.

“Dysa? Where have you been?”

“This who? Dysa's girlfriend?” Mom concluded, even if it was true.

“Not, Ma.” My first lie for today.

“Come, let's quickly log in.” Arriving at my doorstep.

“Log in first, son. Let aunt make warm drinks.” That's a long thing. Mama will certainly ask a lot of questions to Dika.

“No, mom. With a lot of work, he can't linger. Just wanted to nganterin Dysa.” I rolled my eyes at Mas Dika so that he would think the same as me.

“Tante..”.

“Hus, don't listen to Dysa. What kind of work is done when it rains like this? Wouldn't it be better to spend it at home and warm yourself up with family? Yuk, boys. Login.” Okay, this is the first time Mas Dika has visited my house.

Mampus me….

“Dysa, quickly dry your body first. Wash with warm water, then drink the vitamins.”

“Iya, ma.”

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Below, papa's mama looks engrossed in their conversation. Although Dika mas looks ordinary, but different from mama who looks happy. The highlight of happiness that mama emits is really contrasting, maybe mama like that because she did not expect if I turned out to have a friend as handsome as him.

“Ma, Pa.”

“Hei, this is drunk first the milk of ya.” Said Mama. Ginger milk with a mixture of cardamom and cinnamon powder, the mainstay drink made by mama means of warming the body.

Silent….

“Tante, om, then Dika pay first.” Said Mas Dika after sipping his ginger milk.

“Oh, later only. Still drizzling, Nak.” Sergey mama.

“Hem, hehehe. My mom must be waiting, it's late afternoon also aunty.” Mas Dika has already straightened his body, packing a shirt that began to tangle attached to his body.

“Well, it's a pity to stop by for just a minute huh? Aunt thank you very much, Dysa has been delivered home. Sorry troublesome. Wait, Son. A minute.” Mama went inside.

“Be careful on the road huh? Do not speed, go straight home and rest mas Dika.” Papa said by patting Dika's shoulder.

“Iya, om.”

“This, son. For the family yes. Greetings to your parents?” Mama handed me a big parcel.

“Sorry Aunt, what is this? No need to bother.”

“Hus.. Here's some cake, don't hesitate, son. Aunt is sad if you reject her.” Persuade Mama. Mas Dika looked at me, without a sound I thanked him and in reply smile by him.

“Thank you, Auntie, Om. Mari..” How polite his attitude.

“Yes, be careful Nak.”

Mama and I drove him to the front of the house until his car was not seen and left the front road of my house.

“Huft.. Pleasant heart, huh, Dys? He was handsome, polite, well educated. But dear...” Mama shook her head slowly.

“Sweet why, Ma?”

“She already has a fiancee.”

Jeder!

Whahuh?

A fiancee?

Wh who?

With who?

“Means Mama?” Mama turned her head against me.

“You don't know? She was engaged two months ago.” Mama says.

That right?

What the hell does this mean?

He claimed to be my girlfriend, but why tell my mom he has a fiancee?

Is this a way to avoid my question?

“You are jealous or keep the same feeling?” Ask mama. Riled up, I tried to cover it up.

“Hem, no ma. Why should we be jealous, we have no relationship.” The second lie.

“Oh, yes already. Because it was already my mother said also that you will also be proposed.”

“What?!!!!”

“What, Ma? Why did Mom say that? Who will propose to Dysa? Once my mama spoke like that.” I was angry, he deserved to say he had a fiancee. I know why she just kept quiet, and Mom laughed and looked happy.

“Tega? Why did you say mommy got to?” Without answering, I stomped my feet and left the place.