Imagery
section 13

After he returned to our table, he pulled out a modern cell phone that I had wanted from a long time ago. I always wanted to see what the person was playing there, although sometimes the owner of the phone was annoyed because my face was too close to the phone because it was too curious.

" w-what are you playing?"

" this?"

He pointed his phone at me to see what I was talking about

" do you have a cell phone like this?"

" you don't I just have something like this"

While thrusting the old man I had, I found danil scrunched his forehead, which made me feel like something was wrong or because he was beginning to realize I was poor.

" is something wrong, nil?"

" no I'm just wondering, why there are still people who have sophisticated cellphones like this. Because toddlers sometimes have their own"

" heye yes, but when can I buy if it is big"

Our conversation came to a halt when a waiter brought us the order we ordered.

A hamburger and a glass of warm orange juice sat in front of me, as well as in front of danil

" wouldn't you be the table? I just ordered a cup of mbak coffee"

" hhhhhhhhhhhhh, really"

" excuse me if there's nothing wrong, enjoy our meal"

Danil smiled at the waiter but still I felt confused instead of just writing coffee on the order paper

" let's eat"

" are you messing with all this?"

" are you gasuka? Or do I order another menu?"

" uh ngga ko nil I was just surprised because I just mesen a cup of coffee only"

" yes, I want to, but this is too bad for women to drink coffee"

" thank you nile"

" just eat first"

I feel very happy, because this stomach has actually asked to be filled since earlier.

I want to eat this food quickly, but unfortunately I can't use this knife and fork.

Sometimes I just glance at how to eat danil, who knows I can imitate it but it's impossible.

This knife seemed not sharp when I tried to cut it until some sound of friction between the fork, knife or plate often clashed.

" are you gabisa makai?"

I smiled and just nodded because it was true

" put your hands on a gapapa kok cit"

" but I'm ashamed nil, if until people see how? You must be ashamed too"

He shook his head while again implying a smile with his teeth that look sweet not look scary anymore as he stood in front of me with his group.

" want to be wrapped? We'll eat somewhere quiet"

" but how do you tell the servant? She'll definitely feel troubled because of me"

" cit already yes, you have to learn to control your excessive thoughts about people's views to you. They are also attractive gabakal to take care of small things rich gini"

" here's the food"

he took over the plate that was served to me. He put aside the dishes he had and started making some cuts on my food

" want me a bribe?"

The question made me feel a little heart-throbbing with the rhythm of the jedug

" no need to make it myself"

He then returned the plate to me

After a few minutes passed finally all the dishes that had been daniil message had expired unceremoniously.

" wait here for a second"

Seen he returned to the place for booking, and brought 2 packs of food no matter what was in it.

" sook!"

His words to me made me realize that he wanted to leave this place, and he would leave me to go home

I just walked right behind her body, following her every step. And this thought while constantly asking me where am I going to go home?

" this is what you eat at your house okay"

" are you gasuka?"

" like it, it's really like it"

" i anterin you go home yuk, gausa afraid I gabakal why do you. I promise"

" i want to go to the nile garden again, you can go home first. Thanks for the food"

" okay see u next time yes cit"

I nodded and returned across the highway to return to where I was before. Although there are already some people who occupy the city park because the rain has subsided, but what is it that I have no choice where else to go.

I left Daniel in the parking lot, there's no way I could have stayed in front of him because the tears were at the end of my eyes

I sat down again the chair is still wet, because this clothes still feels wet actually.

I unwrapped the food she had given me to see what she had given me this time

" fried rice, I love fried rice and I'm so grateful to be able to taste it again this time, thanks nil"

I talk as if someone is listening to me

" same as cit"

Huh danil's voice? Is he back again? I looked back to see if what I thought was right or not

" you're back here again? Is anyone missing? Or you still have to have someone else here"

" yes I have to be with you"

He sat down next to me and looked back at this face

" why do you see my face?"

" i want to know more about your life"

" what do you want to know about nil, what's interesting in my life"

" okay if you don't want to answer my question or tell me what I want to hear, but you have to answer my question on this one"

" what? What do I have to answer?"

I asked with a curious face

" why haven't you been home this late, maybe your parents are ganyariin you"

" do you know what my life is like?"

" that's it, I don't know anything about you so I've forced you to share it with me"

" yes yes well if you want to know, I no longer have a home. I don't have any more parents even if there they won't be that cool until they want to find me where I am"

My anger was released, I could no longer resist saying it because I would be a storyteller who would always want to be heard understandable and could even be that I would be someone who was oversharing.

" let's drink your coffee first"

" coffee?"

" yes before I come here I buy you coffee first, let's add your body's angel"

" while thanks again for all your kindness tonight"

He nodded and implied his smile again

A few minutes seemed awkward again I was with the coffee I was still holding and danil by staring at some crowd of people not far from us

" what are you thinking?"

" you know I've been hiding a lot of wounds all this time?"

" wounds? Can you get hurt too?"

I laughed in front of him to make fun of him who said he was hurt, even though I knew everyone had their own wounds.

" you believe I have a wound?"

" gagitu loh nil, but how is it? You are rich, you have a lot of friends and even then you are very rich popular in school that loh"

" that's how people read it so it continues, they're gor what happens at home"

" what are you?"

" may I tell you? I told my same story because they would definitely consider me weak, but I wanted to divide my grief because I had been gabisa again nahan and even I already felt really cape"

If only I had a friend to share my wounds, maybe this pain wouldn't be this bad right now

" yes, let's say you want a story"

" but promise, don't tell me who's who"

" yes, I promise, I want to know who? I had a gap at school"

" now you have one, me..."