Romans & histoires Thirty But Seventeen

Makan malam yang begitu tidak nikmat di sebuah ruang makan keluarga kaya di Kota Suro. Sebut saja keluarga Anarta. Di antara mereka yang paling berwajah enggan untuk mendengarkan perdebatan papa dan mamanya adalah Wahyu. Seorang laki-laki dengan usia yang sudah menginjak 30 tahun itu tampak malas mendengarkan obrolan mengenai siapa yang akan menjadi pimpinan di perusahaan keluarganya.

Tala tidak pernah menyukai Geza. Yang ia tahu, Geza adalah adik dari kakak iparnya yang menjauhi keluarganya mati-matian. Sampai sebuah kecelakaan merenggut kakak mereka sekaligus, meninggalkan Sansaya—anak kecil yang belum genap dua tahun—tanpa orang tua. Demi hak asuh, Tala dan Geza terpaksa tinggal serumah. Namun keadaan menjadi semakin rumit ketika mereka dipaksa membangun “keluarga” agar bisa tetap mempertahankan anak itu dengan—menikah. "Tiga Tahun, Tala. Kita jalani ini selama tiga tahun sampai status Sansa aman. Setelah itu, kita berpisah."

Sahut Rama memandang lekat. Selina tersenyum manis. "Mari berbulan madu, tapi hanya tiga hari. Aku nggak sanggup berpisah dengan putriku." "Permintaan diterima. Mari kita berbulan madu!" Rama bersorak dalam hatinya.

Doon kasi siya nakapwesto sa lamesa malapit sa bar area kung saan ang daan papuntang rest room. Habang papalapit ang bawat hakbang ko patungo sa direksyon niya ay mas naaaninag ko ang napakagwapo niyang mukha. For the past three years his features matured. There were slightly grown stubbles on his jaw. His clothing was a bit cocky, he wore a dark blue long sleeve; sleeves were folded up to his elbows. It was paired with a dark pants. The solid muscles on his forearms justified why he landed a career in Calvin Pane.

"Tingin ko walang planong lumagay sa tahimik 'yon. Hindi naman siya aabot ng single sa edad na thirty-seven kung plano niyang lumagay sa tahimik 'di ba?" Thirty-seven pa lang si Anzel? Ibig sabihin ay naging ninong ito ni Victor noong thirteen years old pa lang ito? Maaga kasi nakabuntis ang biyenan kong lalaki. Ayon sa kwento sa akin ni Victor ay trese pa lang ang biyenan ko noong nabuntis nito ang biyenan kong babae na noong panahon na 'yon ay nasa sixteen na.

Sa tindi ng hiyang nararamdaman ko ay halos lamukusin ko na ang newspaper pero hindi ko yun itinuloy dahil imbes na pagdiskitahan ko yun ay binasa ko na lang. The Return of the Heir. Yun ang title ng artikolo at may isang grupo ng mga lalaki doon na picture pero hindi ko sila kilala lahat. Pero lahat ng mga ito ay mga gwapo. Magkakaiba din ang kanilang mga estilo. May nakapormal, may nakarugged style, may nakabadboy style. They are mix and they are all tall and some of them are bulky na feeling mo ay mga modelo ang mga ito ng calvin klein. They look like around late 20's so basically mas matanda sila sa amin ni Jopay.

I gently stroked her rough, weathered face as a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. "Ruby." For the first time in thirty years, Ruby heard the voice she had longed for. A sob escaped her lips. "I'm here, Dad." I gently patted her head. "You're so much older now." She had grown old, too, but I kept those words to myself. From the looks of it, life had not been easy on her. Whether it was guilt that had haunted her for decades or the hardships she had endured along the way, the years had clearly left their mark.

The pain in his chest was real. The thirty days were almost over. And everything was becoming more complicated.

"Earlier." "I can smell it on you from here." She sits. Wraps both hands around her own cup. "I'm not going to tell you to stop. You're thirty four years old and you'll do what you want. I'll simply look at you the way I'm looking at you now every time I smell it." She looks at me. Well, It is a very specific look. I became immune to most human expressions of disappointment approximately fifteen years ago. My mother's is the exception.