The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 39: Counting the Time

"Sir, try it out!"

With a lazy step, Mesha came out of his room after hearing the mother's call.

In the living room, a middle-aged woman was holding several pieces of cloth on the table. Meanwhile, on the other hand, Mayang felt the fabrics.

Mayang lifted a piece of green leaf-colored cloth. The motif was like a root with a sprinkling of tiny, glittering crystals.

"It must be good if you wear it, Nduk!" Mayang spoke enthusiastically. A big smile was drawn on his lips.

Mesha slams her pant*t into the sofa. Then he sighed.

"Anything, Mom. Echa nurut."

The two middle-aged women in the room looked at each other hearing Mesha's words.

"It's good too, Jeng Mayang. Another trendy motif, rose gold color." The woman with the thick lipstick typical of the mothers held out another piece of cloth. "Actually, there are many other motifs in the store, I came here just bring the best fabric samples. The request of the men," he continued.

Mayang smiled pleasantries. His eyes twitched, giving the code to his daughter. Seeing her mother's gurgle, Mesha received a cloth handed out by the cloth shop owner.

"It's good too, Mom. Echa just wear this, it's okay."

The two middle-aged women earlier, exclaimed happily almost simultaneously.

After selecting some fabric for the wedding day. Mesha was even confused, in the living room. In the heart of the woman, there is still a block. The guy who almost hit him the other day. One of these.

Cell phone ringing daydreams, Mesha. He got up from the sofa, walked to his room. The ringing stopped as the woman grabbed the flat object. Then, he checked who had just called. However, the number was back in contact. The call was immediately called.

"Where, Deck? Have you chosen the color you like?" Sakha's voice sounded from across the street.

"Udah, Mom. Why don't we go for it together, Mas?"

"Truly, I was going to do it. But, I think again .. afraid later you will be exhausted. So ...."

"It's okay, really, Mom."

The conversation between the two men over the phone lasted almost an hour. They discussed anything about the wedding plans. Mesha often just assented. In contrast to Sakha who is very enthusiastic.

Mesha's breath sounded very deep, after turning off the call. He put the phone to the dresser, then sat down on the edge of the bed. A cold wind swept across his neck. By reflex, the woman held the back of the neck. Feeling that someone was watching, he looked around. There's nothing.

"Maybe it's just my feelings" he murmured.

Sunlight began to turn red, as Mesha came out of the room. He just remembered, had not had time to eat lunch because he had fallen asleep. The woman was astonished, the house was so empty. Like there is no life.

Mesha walked towards the kitchen, then opened the leaf-patterned serving hood. There, he did not find his mother. Because of the stomach that had rung again, he decided to immediately take a plate of rice and side dishes.

Just as Mesha sat down, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth, he heard the sound of a motor machine stopping in front of the house. A few minutes later, we heard footsteps approaching.

Mayang pulled out a chair for him to sit on, just as Mesha turned his head.

"Just wake up, Nduk?"

Without speaking, Mesha nodded. A steaming rice was still in his mouth. After a while, Bagas was seen opening the refrigerator door. The sound of glues, heard from the man's throat, then.

"So your mother took your father to the prospective besan house. He said he wanted to discuss the matter of catering, you sleep, so we don't want to wake you, Nduk," said Bagas after wiping the remaining water in his mouth.

Mesha still did not speak, chewing the food in his mouth.

Seeing his daughter's indifferent bums, making Mayang and Bagas look at each other. The two threw codes at each other with facial expressions.

"Nduk ... Are you angry with us over this wedding plan?"

Mesha stopped his hand movements. Spooning rice on a plate. Slowly, he put the thing down. Then he looked at his parents.

"God ...!" yelling Bagas and Mayang simultaneously. Then, they laughed together.

***

Sakha looked at a photo album in her hand. While in front of him, sat a man with an age that was not far away from him.

"So, what kind of concept would you choose, Kha?" ask the man.

"Mmm .. I want something simple. It's just for the drawing on the invitation card, isn't it? Besides, our wedding is getting closer."

The man with the glasses perched on his macaque nose, nodded.

"Then, just like this," he suggested, showing another image in his hand.

"Well, okay this! Fits!"

In the picture, the models dress in a casual style and splash each other's water on the beach. That afternoon, Sakha was visiting her school-age friend who works as a photographer. He was choosing the concept of shooting for prewedding and invitation cards.

"I'm seneng. Finally you want to get married too, Kha."

"Well, I didn't want to get married!"

"So long ago, I've never seen you walk with a girl."

Sakha laughs.

"Never seen, not necessarily never," said Sakha.

Recalling that she had not told him when the shooting time was, Sakha reached into his pocket. Take out a flat object, then type a few words on the screen. At a glance, the man in front of him saw the image in the background of Sakha's phone.

"That's your future wife?"

"Why? Beautiful right?"

"Infantily beautiful. But ... I'm like a stranger look at that face, Kha."

"Then anyway?

"Hmmm ...."

Sakha was silent, looking at the photo of Mesha plastered on her phone screen. Then, he began to speak.

"My guess is, maybe you were his first wedding photographer. Yes, he was married. Not a single girl, even if she's divorced, left for dead." Sakha looked down inside.

"Ah, yes, Kha! I just remembered! At that time I did have a job at a wedding in a village not far from here. I just jumped into the world of photography. I heard that time the groom died before 'that'." The man in front of Sakha bent and straightened his two fingers. Then smile. "That means, she's just a wife on paper. Still as slow as."

Sakha almost grabbed the head of her old friend. Fortunately, he could still hold his hand.

"Don't talk like that about my future wife! Do you want me to make a bump?" threaten Sakha with a small laugh on her lips.

"Yes, yeah. Sorry, Mas Bro! Are you sure you want to marry that girl? Many rumors were circulating after her wedding that time."

Sakha nodded.

"That's her past, it's none of my business" Sakha said sternly.

"Not that. But, the curse ...."

Connect ....