Escape Soul Raga
Gebetan Brain

Gheya still remembered Kha'an, his first love. Kha'an and Gheya are nothing, can not be called friends but loving. It cannot be called a friend. It cannot be said of lovers. There is only one-sided love.

Plastic fried Gheya give to the little children who ordered earlier. Now he replaces the mother frying bakwan.

"Gheya, why do I see you're so quiet. Any issues?" ask the boss's mom.

"It's okay, ma'am." replied Gheya.

"If there's a problem, don't keep it to yourself" he said.

"Heheh, ma'am." replied Gheya.

This time comes Darmawan, a man who has long been a subscription to his boss. Put out a red sheet of money, which is unusual looking.

"Tumben, you brought so much money. Usually money is green, or light purple." Asti ledek.

"Yes, today I want to bring fried food to work." replied Darmawan.

"Gheya, serve this one nagging buyer" Asti said.

"Good ma'am." replied Gheya.

Asti went for a while, to eat at the tavern. It looks like he hasn't had breakfast from home, so he's very hungry. Had not eaten lontong for a long time, making her feel homesick.

"New employee yes?" ask Darmawan.

"Yes sir." replied Gheya.

"Where to stay?" ask again.

Gheya was silent for a moment, wanting to feel like she was crying. He doesn't want to, there are people who know his origin. The burdens seemed to dance back, in his mind.

Gheya was silent for a long time, until Mr. Darmawan repeated his question again. His eyes blinked, then he replied with a single word.

"Jambi." replied Gheya.

"You're from Jambi here? From your habits, like a Javanese child." he said.

"Yes, the point is that I live in one part of Jambi" replied Gheya.

Suddenly Bilim came, and opened his mouth wide. It seemed that he was surprised by Darmawan's presence, until it gawked like that.

"I was here just a few minutes ago" replied Darmawan.

"Oh yes, I guess from earlier." said Bilim.

"Ah no, where it might be early in the morning" replied Darmawan.

"It's been a long time, not seeing Uncle." said Bilim.

"Uncle has been busy lately" replied Darmawan.

"Don't you want to see Aunt for a moment?" ask Bilim.

"No, no, Uncle has to go right away." Darmawan put his foot through.

While spinning around to get away from the tavern, she accidentally bumped into Aina. The fried plastic that Darmawan carried, floated up into the air. Darmawan and Aina were in a hurry, to catch him simultaneously.

For a long time the two looked, but soon stopped after hearing deheman from Bilim's mouth. Feeling bad, after a fierce fight a few years ago.

"Oh, why did it suddenly appear." grumbled Darmawan.

"I want to buy fried food, to take to work." replied Aina.

"Usually, you don't like eating fried foods early in the morning" said Darmawan.

"That's how it used to be, now my taste has changed." Aina answered flatly.

Gheya could see that there was a cold war between them. But not too eager to find out, because it is not his business either. He chose to stay focused, serving increasingly crowded buyers.

"Dik, the fried food is six yes" said Aina.

"Yes, sister." replied Gheya.

Aina immediately left after paying the fried purchase money. It was Bilim's turn and a buyer, who put fried food in plastic.

"Gheya, I bought twenty to bring to campus." said Bilim.

"Oh well." replied Gheya.