The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 35: Gundah Gulana.

The sun had already started to set behind the horizon line. His gentle ringing rays, struck the leaves that were waving in the wind. The seats and tables of the remnants of the party had just finished tidying up.

Meanwhile, in a minimalist room with pastel-colored wall paint, sat a girl with blank eyes. Every now and then, the girl sighed and then exhaled loudly.

Mesha still doubts whether his decision to accept Sakha's proposal is correct. After the incident that befell his late first husband, he increasingly distanced himself from such things. However, he relented with his ridiculous thoughts back then. Displeasure on the man who has protected his honor and his family.

Arguably, Mesha's heart still hasn't been beating fast when dealing with Sakha. Even at the proposal event this afternoon.

Unknowingly, a pair of eyes observed Mesha from a distance. A loving look and worry mixed into one.

Mesha turned his head when he felt that someone was sitting next to him. The woman who always supports the girl's decisions.

"If you have any doubts, you can just cancel, Cha. Before it's too late."

The girl with beautiful eyes took a deep breath and smiled bitterly.

"Echa doesn't feel good about their family, ma'am. There's no harm in trying again either."

"Are you sure, Nduk?"

Mesha plays a beaded bracelet on her wrist.

"You have another guy you like, just tell mom, Nduk."

"Nothing, Mom." A doubtful pitched answer emerged from those pink lips.

Mayang gave up, he did not want to add to his daughter's worries. The woman patted her daughter's shoulder gently.

"Yes already. I appreciate all your decisions. Whatever it is, if there is any doubt. Just step back, it's nothing."

After finishing the sentence, Mayang left from Mesha's room.

"Zay ... How should I?" muttered Mesha while continuing to play the beaded bracelet in her hand.

***

"Marisa's? Why are you here?"

Sakha was shocked when she saw the figure of the woman she had once known. The girl in the casual suit was embarrassed. Then, he stole a glance for a moment and then looked down again.

"I want to say goodbye to my friends, Mom. Move in."

"Oh ...."

"Congratulations, Mom. May the marriage last."

"I just got a proposal."

"Yes, I know, Mas."

Marisa walked over to Sakha. Although his heart was broken, he dared to look at the man he loved.

"I've heard bad things about Mas Sakha's candidate. She ...."

"You better not talk about the ugliness of others who have nothing to do with you!"

Marisa nodded and looked down deeper.

"Alright, Mas. I hope Mas Sakha is okay. Stay alive until Grandma and Grandpa are with him."

Then the young woman passed away leaving Sakha.

Sakha frowned when she heard Marisa's last sentence.

"What does he mean to say that?" muttered. Trying not to think about it anymore, Sakha returned to her desk.

At lunchtime, Sakha was still sitting behind her desk. His office friend was out for lunch. The man pulls out his cell phone from inside his pants pocket. He called someone.

"Was lunch, Dek?"

"Why is that? I don't want to be the next day, you look thinner!"

The light laughter of a girl was heard from across.

After persuading Mesha to eat, Sakha goes to her regular food stall to fill her stomach. Unintentionally, he heard the talk of someone inside the stall.

"Sakha's future, that woman? That's .. I've been horrified by strange rumors. He said my grandfather, his neighbor, the girl's husband, died on her wedding night. Mysterious anyway." The shop owner was heard to comment when some people talked about it.

Sakha paused her intention to enter the stall. He stood there, listening to people talking about his future wife. His hands clenched when he heard someone bring up the past of the girl he loved.

"Lho, Kha? Not in?" Radit had just come out of the stall after finishing his meal. The entire shop looked in the same direction. Suddenly all was silent, the atmosphere became silent.

"Don't think of their words, Kha. You focus on your marriage preparation." The man patted Sakha's shoulder gently. Meanwhile, Sakha smiled wryly. He turned his back to look for another food stall.

The chatter of people in the stall earlier, long ago disturbed Sakha's mind. All this time, he had not known Mesha. All he knew, his heart had stolen the girl from the first sight. While enjoying his meal, the man still kept thinking.

"Ah, yes! Isn't Zafia Mesha's best friend, why don't I just ask him?" Sakha spoke with the bowl in front of her. After returning home from work, the man intended to call his cousin.

***

"Would we talk now by phone or wait for me to come home tomorrow, Mom?"

"If you don't take nicotine, we'll see you all right, Fi."

"Huh! No, Mas. Every weekend, I go home. I'll stop by the house first. Nothing, I miss Bulek's cooking too."

"OK, wait!"

Sakha smiled with relief when she contacted her cousin after work hours. He turned to the place where Mesha's desk used to be. The man smiled back. Even though there was a slight hiccup, he was still impatient to wait for that happy day.

After clearing some files, Sakha exited the office. He nodded politely as he passed Paijo, a gardener who worked in his office.

The next day, at Sakha's house, a girl was already sitting chatting with Ningsih. Sakha had just finished taking a bath, then walked over to the young woman.

"You told Zafia to come here, Le?" ask Ningsih.

"Yes, Mom."

"What's wrong?"

Sakha was silent, she took a seat in front of her mother.

"There are a few things that are stuck in Sakha's heart, Mom. Incidentally, Zafia is Dek Mesha's friend."

"Oalah .. That's it, to?"

Zafia nodded, agreeing with her cousin's statement.

"But is it okay, Bulek is horrified too, Mas?"

"Yes .. is it okay, To? Later, mother will also be the mother of Dek Mesha as well."

"What the hell is this, Le? How serious is it?"

"There's nothing, Mom. Sakha said that."

"Oh, youkes. I'll just listen."

Sakha begins to tell her the chronology of why she was curious about something. Especially about Mesha's past. Carefully, he began to ask Zafia. What makes the image of his future wife ugly in the eyes of others.

Ningsih stroked his chest when he heard Zafia's words. As a mother, she started to worry.

"You're still sure of your choice, Le?"

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