The Macau Love Story
Knitting yarn

"Outhora?" my question is complete with sharp nosediving eyebrows.

"Yes, father's son with his second wife"

"He's in Macau too?"

"Hmm" said mas Pandu while rising from above my body. "I just believe the world is this narrow" he continued. "What do you do for breakfast?"

"I was full, and I drank milk the same as eating bread"

"But pregnant women should eat a lot. Now get changed, put on some warm clothes, we go yam cha"

Almost three months of living in Hong Kong, making me gradually understand the language here, of course, helped by Nuri who is already proficient. Like yam cha, which means drinking tea, it already implies eating breakfast.

"But it's cold outside, pity mom, right?"

"We go alone, don't have to take mom" he replied, wearing long pants, he turned to me for a moment.

"What's wrong?" ask Mas Pandu when I just keep quiet while watching him wear a t-shirt. "You must think I lied about Delita, right?"

My head reflexes.

"Then?"

"When do you go back to Macau?"

Frowning, Pandu stared at me with squinting eyes. And I'm not at all afraid let alone stubborn, not like before, let alone talk, face to face my heart like it's going to explode.

"Why?" ask her while wrapping the watch.

"I'm coming"

"Don't" he said briefly.

"Come"

"Aren't you going to hear what my husband said?" the end pisses me off.

"Quick change clothes, I wait outside, want to kill mom first, last night had not had time to greet her"

"I want to go back to Macau anyway"

After hearing my words, he paused his intention to turn the door knob. She turned around to get to me, and I chose to get up from the bed, and then to the dresser.

I heard heavy breathing from Mas Pandu.

"The general explanation of Delita is still not acceptable to me with my common sense" I said with a fixed look at my own reflection in the mirror.

"Why?" ask mas Pandu.

I fell silent while rubbing lipbalm on my lips.

"Why Nayla?" repeat the Pandu mas with his typical flat tone.

"Me," My words stopped as my pair of eyes caught Pandu standing behind me. With two hands in his pants pocket. Through the reflection of the mirror, our gaze met. His gaze seemed to intimidate me, making me swallow my own saliva for a split second.

"Because it was sudden"

Mas Pandu looked smiling at me, I knew that he realized my increasingly nervous behavior and that smile, igniting my frustration became more and more.

For a few minutes there was a silent action between us, so we knew we were standing facing each other.

"You want to be angry, just angry, don't hold it that way" he said this time while wearing a jacket.

Well, I think Pandu besides gamblers, and businessmen, he is also a psychic, he knows very well what is in my head.

"I just want to go back to Macau"

"OK but not now" said mas Pandu, and I immediately raised my head.

"When?" many make sure

"I'll negotiate with Clara and Rondy first"

"What's the deal with them?" I ask as if I do not accept.

Instead of responding to me, mas Pandu actually shifted the topic.

"We eat first, pregnant women have been drained of energy because of earlier held back furious" he said while holding my hand.

I don't know mas Pandu today is really annoying.

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"Cou san mom" said mas Pandu who was nodding his head by the mother.

Until this second, the mother was not able to speak, but both hands were able to move even slowly. Because of the effects of therapy on a regular basis, make the mother slowly show changes very rapidly.

While mas Pandu greeted mother, and said goodbye to her, I walked towards the kitchen to meet Nuri who was cooking porridge for mother.

"Nur, I'm the same as Pandu want yam cha, you want to bring what later"

"Anything Non"

"Don't anything, you just tell me what to eat"

"Yi lau pao can be deh non, from Mc donald2"

"Well, that's clear"

"Mother's pregnant, let's go, mother order in buyin knitting yarn"

I frowned as soon as I heard the words of Mas Pandu. I wonder mixed confused how mas Pandu know that mother asked to buyin the yarn.

We walked together to the restaurant owned by Mas Pandu, because the distance between the house and the restaurant is not so far away. With the condition of the hand never separated from the grasp of mas Pandu.

"Kok mas know you asked to buy in knitting yarn?" manya curious.

"Yes, it was the hands of the mother's movements such as knitting movements, used to love making crafts with knitting yarn"

"What craft?"

"Sort of" replied Mas Pandu making me want to know more.

"Make anything?"

"Bikin cardigan, handkerchief, knit hat, especially if the winter like this, love to make a prayer"

"Oh"

Seriate