Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 30

"Sister Ratri want to be together?" Jesi asked when we were in the parking lot about to go home to Mom.

"You alone Deck, let Ratri hitchhike me," Arga said. I don't know why my heart flowered to hear Arga's words, asking me to shake hands again. Though it could have been, I took Jesi's car.

"Oh, if that's what I am first, brother." Jesi.

"Please Deck." Arga answered and pulled my bike.

Jesi left us, and then I got on the bike. Every time I sit behind Arga it feels so good. Am I in love? Why the hell.I always love men first.

The first is Andhi, my ex-boyfriend when SMK used to be. Uh! Remember Andhi how she is? May she be happy with her parents' choice of woman. Andhi used to leave me because she chose her parents' girl.

And the second is; brother Bima. I have to accept the fact that my love is clapping one hand. Because Bima loves the girl of his parents' choice, Gendis.

And now why do I have feelings for Arga. Nay! I don't love men first. I want to be loved by men like any other girl. But what if the one who loves me is not Arga?

I don't want to be like this either, but somehow love lodged in my heart uninvited.

"Woi! Shady." Arga looked back, as I was already sitting on the bike.

"Heem... Decks. Call her romantic right" Knock me unknowingly.

"Ah, you are this. Naturally I call Dek, He will be much younger than my age." Answer Arga when the bike is running.

"If I'm with Mas Arga, whose parents are you?" Tanyaku. I knew Arga was 28 years old.

"How much are you?" Ask Arga. Even asked back.

"23 years"

"Ahahaha... So you want me to call Dek? Yes Dek Tri." Arga mendertawan my words. I'm ashamed of myself. Why did I talk like that.

"Don't laugh! Your laugh is like Mas Kunti" I said. Arga laughed again. Almost all the way, he kept laughing. Tumben really tuh guys, usually cold like ice cubes.

Doesn't feel like Arga's turned a narrow alley. But I still want to be like this for longer. Duh... Why the hell am I?

"The iron hasn't arrived yet" said Arga, twisting his eyes.

"How do you know that Jesi hasn't reached Mas yet?"

"Yes, look around there's no car, right?"

I scan the surroundings it's true there are no Jesi cars around. "Let's just Mas, later also if it has arrived here it must be directly to the house." My answer.

Scut!

"Slow down what Mas." I was determined because my face hit Arga's body, when there was a motor hole he just broke through. I pretended to be upset when I was happy. Umm... scentedii. I don't think I want to lift my face.

"Down Tri." Arga surprised me. Again, I did not realize that I had reached the front of the house.

"You slept on my body, huh? Don't-don't. drool again." Arga claws while removing the helmet he wears himself.

"Just drool!" My ketus then left Arga, who was pushing the bike into the garage.

"Assynoltom..." I said when I was in front of the door a quiet atmosphere. I faintly heard Dad's reply from inside the room. I went to Mom's room and knocked on the door.

"Already Sir. Where's mom?" I scanned the perimeter of the room, no Mom.

"You are cleaning the warehouse" said Mr. Mother moved the items to the attic, because according to the Father, the room will be occupied by the Goddess.

"Yes Allah... Mom tidied up the warehouse?" Ask surprised. The reason before leaving has been a message for the Goddess to rest in my room.

"Your mother has a plan, son, I'm sorry. You can't help." Sorry Father.

"Let's just calm sir, you don't have to think about it, now you just rest let me help Mom." Entertain me to Father.

"Let me help Mom." Suddenly Arga was behind me. Mas Arga and I have postponed telling stories with you, if Jesi is on his way here.

Arrived at the warehouse in the corner of my room. Mother with the Goddess is pulling things. This warehouse is actually as big as my room. Just because it's not in temporary use for the warehouse.

"Don't Ma'am, let me be, '" Arga quickly took over the cardboard that Mom pulled. The cardboard is Jesi's. Because I put it on in the barn.

"You're home yet?" Ask Mom. With a haggard face then stand slowly while holding the waist, it may feel achy.

"Already Mak, let us clean up, now Mom better rest," I suggested. It's so bad my mom must be tired. "Mommy, I told you. Let the Goddess sleep with me." My words then looked at the Goddess who was tying the books instantly raised her head to look at me.

"Sorry, I'm a hassle." Says the Goddess, maybe she thinks I offended her.

"It's okay, baby, the attic's empty." Mother who answered. We asked Mom to rest, Mom gave up.

The three of us continued to clean up. Me and the Goddess part pack and tie, while the Arga part lifts the stuff move into the attic.

I looked at the man who was lifting the cardboard and put it on his shoulder. The cardboard is heavy. Like carrying a cotton ball he flanks up. That guy was hardworking. Fine and rough work Arga does all.

"Mbak Ratri, Mase is the future Ma'am huh?" The Goddess surprised me.

"Not... He's my Papa's employee in the office." My answer.

"Oh... Agus has a company, right?"

"Papa I'm not Agus." I explained to the Goddess. That Mr. Agus is my stepfather.

"Papa Ratri is the owner of the Daniswara group company that you have sent the job application Wi." Arga answered. Then hold the cardboard.

"Oh sorry," The goddess looked shocked.

"Said Mom, you are native Javanese. Central or west Java?" Away divert.

"I'm from Surabaya Ma'am. Mak Ningrum said, Ma'am also lives there, right?"

I nodded, then looked at Mas Arga who was about to raise the next cardboard. "Mas, these two boxes just stay here. It's Jesi's clothes." I said.

"Did Jesi want to stay here too?" Arga then sat leaning against the wall, he was definitely exhausted.

"Definitely Mas, pity Jesi, so that He can gather with his Mother and Father."

Arga nodded then we went down. Apparently it's noon now. Mbok Sri has called us to have lunch together. Arriving under Jesi already hugged his father. I with Arga stopped letting Jesi and Mr. take advantage of their meeting.

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