Kiss Me
Arkansas

The man rushed down from the Pajero Sport car in metallic black, closed the door of his car and ran small as if avoiding the rain that began to subside to the earth. Opening the door of his cafe accidentally collided with a curly-haired girl, round eyeballs, pliable eyelashes, a pointed nose, with a height that was only a canoe of the man.

"Ups, sorry, please," he said apologetically, staring at the back of the girl standing in front of the cafe terrace as if looking for something and waving her hand at a passing bajaj, then ran away to avoid the rain.

"Still like it here, girl?" ask Dion, the cashier and barista who works at his cafe.

"Still, I'm like his boss, sometimes he cries, sometimes he smiles, but his gaze pans out the window, sometimes he writes in a small book and continues to cry again," explained Dion, "I feel like I want to get the boss, keep wiping away his tears,"

"Elaaaah, why don't you go samperin?"

"No boss, I'm afraid to bother you,"

"Where's ria?"

"In the boss room," he said, "if I pay attention to the boss, the Ria seems to have the same heart as the boss,"

"Well, if there's no heart, he's dead,"

"Ish, this boss,"

"Gue stay first, I can check the financial statements this month, just be careful until down," he threatened and the person he talked to could only scratch his head that did not feel itchy.

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His name is Arkana Putra Fajar, the son of a BUMN official, since the age of 19 years Arkana has been in the culinary business world, inheriting one of the restaurants owned by his late grandfather. Arkana learned a lot from her aunt, her father's sister. Because of the cleverness he has, one western restaurant that developed into several branches, counted in ten provinces in Indonesia every branch must exist, including Bali, Lombok and Labuan Bajo, among others, and the cafe in the Tebet area is one of the cafes of the other three cafes. Wanted the last education at one of the public universities in the capital as a Bachelor of Communication graduate. Handsome paras with a high posture of 180 cm. White people like a descendant of Dutch blood flowing from his father, making Arkana in the puja of many women. At the age of 25 years Arkana was crowned as one of the successful young entrepreneurs.

Entering his office that has been waiting for by the financial staff who take care of the cafe. Every month Arkana will always go around visiting his place of business, be it in Jakarta or outside the city.

"Report this month" he said, throwing his body on the chair behind his desk.

"Here Sir," the tall woman with black hair draped in a white shirt, revealing a black bra inside, paired with cream pencil trousers.

Arkana noticed the movements of the woman who had been working for almost three years and believed in managing three cafes at once.

"So far do you think, what cafe we are in Bandung, if seen from the financial statements of the last three months?"

"In my opinion, keep operating as usual, we see three more months if there is no change then we stop the operation, because I think this situation is only because of the impact of what is happening now, hopefully the future is even better, sir," he said giving input to Arkana.

Arkana still refused to turn the papers in front of him. Indeed there are some that must be updated in the management of the company that he runs this.

"Yes, you can go, and don't forget to tell Dion, make me Latte.em and let me fries," he said, still not looking at the girl, "oh yeah, yeah, Ria..."

"Yes sir," Ria turned her body.

"Thank you" said Arkana, looking at the girl for a moment and smiling.

Ria also only replied with a smile.

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"Gue behind Yon, ati-ati lo pas close yes, in check all do not forget,"

"Every boss, safe," said Dion rounded his index finger and thumb sign that the answer was OK.

Arkana left the cafe at about nine p.m., an hour before the cafe closed. After saying goodbye to some of his staff, he drove his car splitting the night.

"Arkan.." the mother's soft voice shocked her as she walked into the living room.

"Mr. belom sleeps?" he then sat down next to the woman who still looked very beautiful for an age of almost fifty years.

"Belom, still waiting in your Papa,"

"Veasy?"

Arkan just rounded his lips, though,

"Sleep Ma, let Arkan wait for Papa,"

"Mama belom sleepy," answered the mother, "who is the same girl you are now? it's been a long time like Mama never heard you tell me about your girlfriends,"

"There is no Ma, but if you do a lot," he smiled.

"It's so rich," Mama ruffled her son's hair, "you look so much like Sky when you were young,"

"Didi?"

"Yes, there are so many girls who sucked on him, just as Mama used to be overwhelmed to help him," recalled the memories with Sky husband from his sister-in-law who was a friend during ABG, "but once in love, "but once in love, I fell in love, I remember, it's not playing,"

"Same Mima?"

"Yes, their sacrifice and journey of love is incredible,"

"Yes, Arkan can see, their eyes filled with love even though their marriage is almost 25 years old yes Ma,"

"Yes, I was amazed by them,"

"Emang Mama is not impressed with Papa? don't tell me Papa's not loyal,"

"The father is the type of loyal man, your Papa family holds firm loyalty, it's just that Papa is a person who can not express his feelings directly, more on his treatment to Mama,"

"But Mama is happy, right?"

"Have you, Annaya and there's Papa in Mama's life that's sure to make Mama happy, no one can change that,"

"I love you Ma,"

"I love you too my son" kissed the boy's forehead.

"Annaya when to go home? not a semester break, yeah,"

"The beginning of the month he said,"

"At home he's in Jogja,"

"And there's Arumi's aunty there, she must be at home,"

The sound of the roar of the car stopped their chatter, The dawn of the father entered the room carrying several paper bags. Approaching the wife gives a kiss on the woman's cheek, while extending the back of her hand to be kissed by the child.

"What's the matter Pa?"

"It's customary to take the first lady,"

Mama Cha Cha smiled, opened the first paper bag, a piece of batik cloth worth millions was spread wide, then open the second paper bag of a batik cloth again this time patterned puppetry that is in, how many meters make Mama Cha Cha give a kiss back for the husband.

"Thank you, Pa,"

"Pantesan from just waiting, told to sleep do not want to turn out waiting for this.Mode really yes Ma," Arkan blurted his lips, "already, Arkan go up first, do not forget Ma... Papa's in love gifts too,"

The married couple no longer care about the words of their children because now they have been chatting with each other.

***so you're old and still romantic

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