Him, Feronika
Who Is He the Same?

The air was getting colder just before night, several four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicles filled the road. The roadside lights shimmered behind the twigs of leaves swinging in the wind.

Nan is seen parking the motor near Renji's big motorbike and then goes into the cafe. Outside, he saw Reva and another unnamed person.

"Nan! Where is aja from?" asked Renji who had just come out of the kitchen while carrying the fries.

"There's important business. There's Reva, where's the Feronikan trus?"

"Well, there's nothing outside, ta?" Renji looked outside the cafe. "Why didn't you ask those girls? Or come home, call me first."

Nan swept a glance at every corner of the cafe, a venture she took with Renji. Of course the beginning of pioneering requires a fairly large fund from Rindu—sang mama. However, the profit earned during these three years can cover the capital received.

Walnut Cafe is not just an ordinary hangout, Nan also provides a special reading room upstairs. Inevitably, many young people are fond of meditating to find inspiration.

"Hello," said Renji, looking out of the cafe, apparently Feronika's phone was left behind. And, now Reva is waving.

"Where?" nan asked hurriedly as soon as Renji turned off the connection without much talking.

"His phone left, you asked yourself to ask Reva, I bothered," replied Renji passed.

Finally, Nan went outside to meet the friends of Feronika although lazy more domineering.

"Hi, Mr. Perfect?"greet Reva.

"Gue was flattered," Sambar Nan before sitting on the old seat of Feronika earlier, so without asking even know where the person who was being searched for.

Why is that girl there, and who are those three guys? inner Nan, observing from a distance. The upheaval in yourself occurs, should you approach or choose to sit waiting here? He had never felt so much of a dilemma all along.

"Mrs. Perfect, hello," Reva's long-pitched reprimand. "Lu see what, anyway?" While following the direction of Pandagan Nan.

"His, you samperin Nik, gih, long time really there!" pinta Reva because almost—she herself does not know for sure how long her friend has been with the three young men.

"Why should I?"

"The blue jacket is Irham, Bi Syahiddah's son. Keep the two guys I don't know sia—Eh, why also I jelasi to you!"

Nan's lips covered a thin smile for three decades, otherwise the jelly was clearly invisible. "Trims infonya, I'm in first."

"Just ask that."

Nan continued to scan faithfully the movements of Feronika from a distance as well as the three youths who were with her. Quite a tickle of the heart and there was something pulsating pain, but he chose to busy himself. Deftly install a black apron with a tanned strap with a picture of coffee beans.

"Where?"

"Anjrite!" Renji's appearance made Nan caught, then replied by raising his chin towards the Feronika, "Tuh sama— again"

"Oh," Renji's response was simply that.

Not that— Nan approached the big window of the cafe to make sure of something. After recognizing both the motorbike and one of them he rushed off his apron.

"Not wrong anymore. That's the guy," Nan murmured.

"Why do you know them?"

"No."

"Trus?"

"Later on, I'll go there first. It's more important—more than life and death."

"Gue tagged along then," Renji dropped out, about to take off his apron as well, fearing Nan needed help just in case there was a commotion. Despite the suspicion, that the friend harbored feelings for Feronika from the first encounter.

"No need!"