I'm the One You're wasting
Meet at the Cafe

Tiit .. tiit .. tiit, car parking horn sound in Witma's yard. "Who's coming? Is that maybe Mom's friend?" Witma wondered in her mind.

Tok .. tok .. tok, someone knocked on the door.

"Let's wait a minute" said Witma from the inside, walking towards the door but after opening the door, it was a surprise to see who was standing at the door, a man about 45 years old but still looks handsome.Witma has been avoiding because Witma hates him so much. The two still looked at each other.

"Who are you looking for? My mother is not home." For the first time Witma spoke. He wanted to close the door again, but the man held him back.

"Witma, I hear you have become a widow" said the man named Baron. "About now you may propose to you, even if you are a widow, it does not matter.

Witma did not want to reply to Baron's words he could only be silent. Because he knew how the true nature of the Baron who turned out all this time still wanted him to be a wife. Drizzle began to wet the earth but Witma seemed reluctant to tell Baron to just sit on the rattan chair near the door.

"Witma, Abang promised to make you happy" said Baron, the richest man in the village who has been infatuated with Witma.

"Sir Baron, throw away your wishes. Because I'm not interested in being the wife you want to be up to that time." Witma was actually timid when she said that. "I became a new widow for a few days, now you come to invite me to get married." Witma looked calm even though in her mind she prayed for Ratih to come home quickly. "You'd better keep that goodwill."

"Witma, will be until whenever Brother will always wait for you until you are really ready to be Brother's wife." Baron apparently did not accept Witma's refusal.

"Father better go home, I'm afraid there will be slander. Because right now we're just two here." Witma expelled the Baron subtly. "I want to cook first, Assalamualaikum." Witma quickly entered and locked the door without waiting for Baron's reply.

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The day passed so quickly that now it has been two months Witma lived the status of a widow who did not have children. And since then Witma never met again with Reka.

"Good morning, ma'am," said Witma greeting the seated Ratih.

Ratih smiled because now Witma has returned cheerful even though he is still often daydreaming. "Where is this beautiful mother's daughter getting this neat in the morning?" tanyakanya.

"Mom forgot this right, the first day Witma will work Mom," replied Witma.

"Geez, I was senile, then you had breakfast just left." Train quickly to move. Witma's hand led her to the kitchen.

As usual Witma would ask about what was cooked by Ratih. "What are you cooking today?"

Ratih looked at Witma and he replied, "Mother cooks Witma's favorite cow shawl, if you want to bring it as a stock is also okay," Ratih bargained.

"Don't ma'am, today isn't it, the first time Witma's been working."

Ratih nodded his head in affirming Witma.

A few minutes after finishing breakfast Witma said goodbye to leave for work. "Witma left first, ma'am" she said. While kissing Ratih's hand. "Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam, you be careful on the road." exclaimed Ratih who saw Witma was gone.

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By noon, Witma was resting in a small garden next to the cafe. One of the cafe waiters approached him.

Witma smiled as she took the drinking water. "Thank you."

"You're the new waitress at this cafe, Btw my name is Dina if your name is what?" ask it directly without stale bases.

"Yes, I'm Dina's new waitress, and introduce my name to Witma" Witma replied kindly.

"From today onwards we'll be friends, you don't mind right?" Dina looked at Witma as she asked so.

Witma said, "I don't mind," she said happily accepting Dina as her friend, as she had no friends. "Okay, from now on" he said again.

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Afternoon towards night but Witma is still working and can not go home because currently cafe visitors are crowded.

It looks like a luxury car stopped right in front of the cafe. "You're not wrong, it's a small cafe" he said.

"If you don't want to go down, just stay here!" answer Reka ketus.

"If only I didn't need the treasure and the future Papa for my son, I wouldn't be a beggar of love like this, Reka" Lisa murmured in her heart. Lisa was not a miscarriage at the time.

"Why are we still daydreaming? Comeondown!" exclamation Design.

"Yes, wait a minute." Lisa looks difficult to get down because of her already very large stomach.

The designer and Lisa go together into the caffe, they choose the last seat and soon a waitress comes up to them directly to ask what they want to order.

While being cool to choose the menu accidentally Lisa saw Witma who was delivering drinks to one of the other visitors. He then said, "It turns out that barren woman, works here now."

The designer suddenly stood up. "I'm going to the toilet for a second, you wait here."

"Yes, but what do you want to order first?"

"As far as you are, Lisa." The design has now started to change it is not like it used to be that always flatters Lisa. He also now looks more ordinary to Lisa.

"All right." Lisa then ordered some food and drinks. While continuing to think about how to get Witma fired from the cafe. "This is all Mbk, but I want to be served the same that brings that establishment." He pointed it towards Witma.

"Well Madam, your order will be delivered soon." The waiter left after saying that.

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When Witma will deliver drinks to one of the cafe visitors he even accidentally hit a man. Craang .. The glass underneath that spilled on the man's suit without seeing who Witma hit quickly picked up the broken glass. "Sorry sir, I was wrong for not being careful." Witma bowed Then she ran to pick up the tissue unconsciously the man who was Reka.

Witma returned with a tissue in her trembling hand. "Once again I apologize Sir." Witma really felt guilty. When his hands will touch the suit Reka wet because of the juice spill earlier. The voice of the designer made him undo his intentions.

"No need, get rid of your hands!" snapped Design.

Deng .... "The voice is like no stranger" inner Witma. He slowly looked at who the man was, and said, "Mas Reka," he called slowly.