The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 65: Walking into the Past

Mesha could not wake up refreshed this morning. Last night, he couldn't sleep well. The words that Zayan said and his smile yesterday, managed to make the woman cheesy. His body felt heavy to wake up. In fact, during the call to prayer at dawn. His steps were like being dragged into the bathroom, ablution.

Breathing was heard many times when Mesha ate breakfast. Make Mayang, his mother, laugh.

"What's wrong with you, Cha? I think there's a serious problem. Keep on going from that."

"It's okay, Mom. Echa just sleeps less."

"Now to read another novel?"

Mesha grimaced, neither denied, nor assented. After finishing his meal, he said goodbye to go to the stall.

Arriving at the stall, Mesha tried to work professionally as usual. Until lunch hour. Zayan came with two other people. He was surprised to see a girl who came with Zayan.

The girl's face was very familiar to Mesha. But he kept thinking about who the girl was. One thing came to her head, only Yumna, her ex-husband's sister. However, the girl was different, there were no minus glasses with a full circle-shaped frame or a round fan in her hand. His face also looks mature. Not wanting to get dizzy, he turned around and walked in the other direction.

"Mother Mesha, is it?"

Mesha turned towards the voice from behind his body. I can't believe what's in front of him. A girl stood up with a beautiful smile, gray eyeballs and an office worker's suit that had come with Zayan.

"Do I know you?"

The girl smiled.

"It's me, Ma'am. Yuyum!" The beautiful girl blinked her eyes then acted as if there was a fan in her hand.

"Gusty God! Pangling me. It's beautiful now!" Mesha pulled Yumna into his arms. Then glanced at the man who was also standing beside Zayan. Zayan was no less surprised when he saw the incident. Mesha turned his eyes.

"So ... 'cause that guy, Dek?"

Yumna bowed in embarrassment and nodded.

"Pillotent. How's college?"

"Morning an internship at the office too, Ma'am. Not far from here, huh."

"At Bentala Swarga?"

"No, Ma'am."

Yumna dragged Mesha to sit with her. But subtly, he refused. He pointed at the apron he was wearing.

"Oh, sorry, Ma'am. Then, Yuyum won't interfere with work, Ma'am. But if you want to order food, you can go directly to Mbak Sha, right?"

"Yes, I can."

Yumna ordered some food after asking the two men who were with her. Every now and then, Zayan steals a glance at the girl with the blemish. And vice versa.

As Zayan and his two friends say goodbye to the shop owner, Yumna waves at Mesha. That still serves customers in another corner of the stall. The three of them crossed paths with a middle-aged woman who called out to someone loudly, "Echa!"

Yumna was shocked, when she found out who the woman who had just entered the stall. Steps ceased.

He called, "Bude Mayang!"

Mayang turned his face toward the voice that called out to him and said, "Eh, uh! Fatty, who is it?"

"Yumna, Bud!"

"Eah, you. Pangling me, have you met Echa?"

"Here you go, Bude."

Zayan was glued to where he stood. He was convinced by the voice and the nickname. Staring with all the questions in his head at the middle-aged woman who was talking to Yumna at the door. He knew the face of the woman. Although there was a bit of gray hair and wrinkles on that face.

Karman's gentle pull, made Zayan leave the stall. Yumna was already standing not far behind him, taking them back to the office. His mouth murmured, "Could it? That's ...."

But shocking things also happened, his eyes caught the figure of a man all black not far from where he stood. Grins.

"Don't do that, my son here is working for me, Mbakyu. I came here to buy food. It was a little busy, so no time to cook."

"Mom why didn't you say? I'll get Echa to bring home, food." Mesha spoke softly as he thrust the package in his hand.

"Sir, you'll have trouble coming home."

"Huh! Not to, Mom."

After chatting for a while, Mayang said goodbye to Sri. Gently patted his daughter's shoulder and walked out of the stall.

Zayan sat behind his desk in an agitated motion. His mind was out of focus with the computer screen flashing before him. He repeatedly twirled the bead bracelet he was wearing. Remembering what Yumna said this afternoon before the girl and her friend said goodbye.

"That's Ms. Mesha, Mas Zay. My late brother's ex-wife, Mas Sakha."

"So you really know him? Isn't his name Indy, why Mesha?"

"It was actually also a wound for my Yuyum, Mas Bro."

"Cieeeee ... 'Yuyumku', it turns out you guys are already that close." Zayan smiled at his friend.

"Well you're the best for us, Mas Bro."

"Some, maybe that's another name. Kasian, Ms. Mesha, Mas Zay. All I hear is that she also died her first husband until he was depressed. Then he had run away on his first night when married to Mas Kha. Rumors are circulating, Ma'am Sha got a curse."

Zayan frowned, while listening to the last sentence Yumna said.

"What kind of curse?"

A pat on Zayan's shoulder, made the man wake up from the daydream.

"Sir Director called you, Zay. Later after office hours, he told me to come to his room with you."

"Oh, yes, I'm saying, thank you."

Zayan resumed his work even though his head was filled with all sorts of questions and thoughts about the woman who was the waiter at the food stall.

It was dark when Zayan got home, he said. After cleaning and worshiping. The man came to the grandfather who was sitting in the recliner. Read a book about spirituality.

Zayan reached out and kissed the back of the old man's hand.

"Mahkungs. Can Nirwasita's grandfather be asked for help to find out about something?"

Arsyanendra dropped the book in hand. Looking at the grandson from behind his glasses. Smilingly.

"Just ask directly to the concerned to, Le."

"Is it not a hassle, Mbahkung?"

Arsyanendra shrugged both his shoulders. Both of his eyes traced the writings in the book he was holding.

"There's nothing troublesome for a creature like him. It's just, he wants it or not."

Zayan nodded, then said goodbye to enter his room. He stared at the ceiling of the room as he laid his body on the bed.

"What am I supposed to do? Why does that girl really make me curious every day?" Zayan continued muttering.

The next day, Zayan decides to come to Kindergarten where he used to go to school. It took a few minutes for him to get to that place. All the memories as a child were milling around in his head as he passed the streets there. He also stopped at his old house which had been inhabited by other families.

Zayan again spurred the speed of his motorbike and stopped when he saw the figure of a girl who had just pulled out the motorbike from inside the house.

"Withy?" muttered.

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