Before 365 Days
62. Bitter Coffee Rose

Ruman was stunned as Rose shook his arm.

"Oh yeah, you ask me what, son?" tanya Ruman glanced at the Rose at a glance.

The rose was a little upset by Ruman's disregarding attitude earlier.

"Bapa sama bi Minah why the hell really? It's strange! Whose shaman is that baby, sir!" ask Roses.

"The witch doctor, the man who helped your mother give birth. But never mind, don't discuss it. Any word from Marsel, no, son?" tanya Ruman switched the conversation.

"Not yet, sir! Yesterday, Marsel called, but Roses didn't know" replied Rose, looking at the view from the windshield.

"Oh, try later you ask, when will you go home? Mom and Dad are ready at any time,"

"Yes, I'll be home later. Hape Roses have also died out of batreys" replied the Rose.

"Yes fine," replied Ruman flatly.

Ruman knows, if the rose is upset because it does not get the answer he wants. Ruman felt, not yet in time to tell the problem to his son.

***

Bambang felt bad because there were no friends to chat with. He sipped one more cigarette on the terrace, while enjoying a cup of coffee and pastries given by Bu Saras.

Bambang looks forward to the return of Mr. Ruman who is still on his way to pick up Bi Minah.

While busy enjoying a cigarette and listening to the music of his hape, Bambang saw a woman open the fence of the house. Bambang immediately woke up from his seat and immediately approached the woman.

Bambang slowly approached towards the woman. When she turned around, she was a rose.

"Well, Mommy Rose anyway? Koq's alone, mbak? What father and aunt?" bambang asked while scratching his head.

"Oh, my Auntie's father stopped by the stall. Don't know what to buy. Koq you're still here?" ask the Rose to Bambang.

Bambang sipped his cigarette again while walking hand in hand with the Rose.

"Mr ask me to stand guard at home, madam!" answer Bambang flat.

The rose was silent as it continued to walk. Bambang watched the rose from top to bottom. The clothes that Roses wore were all black, even the circumference of his eyes were also black like panda eyes. His face was a little pale.

The rose did not enter immediately, he chose to sit on the terrace bench. Bambang then sat down on the bench next to the table.

"Bak Roses, why not just go in and rest! The face of the Rose is very high, his eyes are also black. Did Rose not sleep in the hospital?" bambang asked while observing the Roses.

"really?" said the rose while touching her own face.

Bambang nodded.

"Oh, I barely sleep every day,"

Bambang frowned upon hearing the sentence that had just been thrown by his young master. Suddenly, the cold began to be felt around him.

"What is the Rose? Time never sleeps. Is it strong, huh?" bambang asked with a smile.

"Yes of course I can, every night I always monitor this house" replied the Rose, looking up.

Bambang goosebumps hearing the narration of Roses. He began to feel something was wrong with the Rose next to him. The feathers of Bambang bristles. He touched his neck with his right hand.

The cigarette that was still burning was suddenly extinguished. Bambang screwed coffee in his cup. But strangely, the coffee is still hot suddenly cold like ice, until Bambang's teeth slightly grate when the coffee hit his graham teeth.

"Eh, Mbak Roses want no coffee? I make it," asked Bambang who held back the fear.

"May, but don't give sugar yes, I don't like it!"

"Aren't they bitter, huh?" ask Bambang.

"Maybe to you, coffee without sugar is bitter, but to me, coffee is delicious! Already hunted there make, I am also thirsty," said Mawar while looking at Bambang.

"That kentel yes, Bang!" the rose from outside.

"Well, Ma'am!" exclaimed Bambang who just stepped on the living room.

The smiling rose grinned. Saras who happened to be in the kitchen was shocked when Bambang came in a hurry and picked up the glass.

Bambang immediately took two spoons of coffee from the jar. He almost poured sugar but did not.

Saras patted Bambang's shoulder. "But! You why?"

"Eh, mom! Since when is Mom here?" ask Bambang who is shocked.

"From before you came in, I've been here, too, Bang! You're nervous so why? To the point of not seeing me! Who is coffee for? Make you again?" tanya Saras then drank a glass of warm water.

"Ouh, I'm sorry, Mom! I don't see ... This is coffee for mbak Roses," said Bambang.

"Roses? The rose has gone home?"

"Already, Mom! It's on the porch," replied Bambang then cook a little water in the pot.

Saras who was curious then left Bambang who was waiting for boiling water.

"Home home? Why even outside! Mas Ruman also did not hear his voice," murmured Saras while continuing to walk to the terrace with a glass of warm water in his right hand.

Saras darted and scratched his head.

"Where? He said there was a rose! Whoa, Bambang ngawur only! He must have been sleepy. Make coffee for himself out of embarrassment, so he said to the Roses. That kid, that,"

Saras shook his own head. He decided to rest again in his room.

The clock had already shown at half-twelfth, but Ruman had yet to return home. He left at seven o'clock.

Bambang returned to the terrace while carrying a cup of bitter coffee. He put it on the table.

"This is mbak, coffee. But it's still hot!" bambang said then sat back on the bench.

Despite being afraid, Bambang still sat there accompanying the Rose. I don't know what Bambang is thinking. He seemed to want to pry information from the Rose sitting next to him.

"Thank you, Bang! You're so nice. I drink now!" Roses ask permission to Bambang accompanied by a smile.

"May be mbak, but watch the heat hlo," Bambang warned Rose again.

However, his warning was not heeded. The rose took the cup and immediately drank it down.

Bambang more creepy and shudder in horror.

Bambang can not imagine hot coffee that goes directly into the esophagus, into the stomach through the intestines are coiled in the stomach. What's it feel like?

"It's so fresh! I haven't had coffee in a long time" said Rose, smiling.

"Rose mothers are thirsty? Uh, all the cookies are eaten, ma'am! Maybe the Rose is hungry too, I'll get you some food,"

"Bitter coffee is enough for me. But if you have chicken cemani, you can bring it here,"

"Well, I don't have a mbak. Besides, I also can not cook," replied Bambang who already felt that the person he called the Rose, it is not the original Rose.

"It's even better to eat alive, Bang!"

"Ah, if I like to cook. Especially in coconut milk. Savory ma'am!" bambang replied, livened by a smile.

"When I'll try it,"

"Hehehehe!" Bambang laughed at the Rose's reply.

Bambang already knew that woman might be demit. Just from his request it makes no sense. But Bambang even happy to serve him. Maybe because the demit was grapeyak(easy going).