Love of the Adjutant
Eating In The Stall

"Would you eat here, what do you bring home??" A middle-aged mother asked Kinan.

"Eat here, Mom." Answer Kinan.

"What do you want to eat??"

Kinan looked at the food lined up in the storefront.

"Hmmm... This one, this same one." Kinan pointed to vegetable lodeh, omelet and corn omelet.

"Om what do you want to eat??" Ask Kinan to Indra.

"I want to......" Indra's word was cut off.

"Ehhh, the army anyway. Kirain who was that?? I'm sampling pangling." Sapa the seller's mother on Indra.

"Yes, Mom."

"Kok lama didn't come here mas?? Always stopping by mom's shop??"

"Yes, there are many more activities. So I didn't get to stop by here. It's just stopping by because it's out of the airport." Answer Indra.

The seller's mother turned to Kinan.

"For so long, the army never brought a girl here. Is this the girl??" The mother's chirps pointed at Kinan.

"Ohh, ma'am.bu.not Mom." Indra was surprised by the mother's question. "He's this....."

"I'm a friend of Om Indra Bu." Kinan cut the word Indra. He does not want his identity to be revealed. He just wants to live like everyone else.

"Ohh his friend anyway. But if friends are usually long time can be a demen loh." Joking the mother.

They could only smile at the joke.

They brought their own food, and sat back by the window.

"Sorry, Mother." Indra feels bad.

"Sorry why Om?"

"I'm sorry that I was talking a little sloppy."

"Not what, his name is also joking Om." Answer Kinan while eating his food. "Sometimes come here, Om, until the mother knew."

"Yes, I used to be here a lot. But because the end of this is a lot of activities and no events to the airport, so never stop by again."

"Oh." Answer Kinan briefly.

They ate the food together.

("The girls are different from the others. Beautiful and very simple.") thought Indra.

While eating food, Kinan's phone rang. The latest output phone with an apple logo was discharging the Kinan meal.

"Assalamu'allaikum Pa."

"Wa'allaikumsalam Ki's. Where are you getting?"

"It's still stopping by to eat Pa."

"Ohh still eating. Eat where? Do you need Papa to reserve a place?"

"No need Pa, this is Kinan already eating. It's over."

"Ohh yeah that's it. You went straight home, didn't you, baby??"

"Yes Pa, I'm going straight home."

"Soal from earlier Mama with your grandmother back and forth ask you when to come."

"Say I'm still on my way."

"Yes, Papa will tell them." The answer that followed his favorite girl. "So you didn't wait in the city for long?"

"Not really Pa, even Om who picked up waiting."

"Omm?? Om who??"

"Yes Om, Om who said he told Papa to pick Kinan up."

"Oh yes, Battalion people ******. Papa told his Command to send a driver to pick you up. He's not ugly, is he?" Ask the General to worry.

"No, Kinan is comfortable being a sopiri." Praise Kinan.

"Good enough then. Whose name?"

"Eh, Om. Whose name?" Ask Kinan to Indra. Indra was surprised because he suddenly asked his name.

"Ready, Indra Mbak."

"The Indra Pa." Kinan Sahut. "Why Pa?"

"No, it's okay. Just ask me." Answer the suspicious Papa. "Yes, will you come home with a heart? If there's anything, call Papa."

"Yes Pa." Answer Kinan. He hung up the phone and continued eating.

"A call from Papa."

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Kinan briefly.

"What's wrong, Ma'am?" Indra's worried.

"What's wrong, just ask me which way it is."

Indra just nodded.

"Oh yes from earlier chatting until not acquaintance. My name is Kinan." Kinan.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm Indra."

"He knew it, he said it." Canda Kinan's.

Indra only replied with a smile.

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After the meal, Kinan approached the seller's table to pay.

"How much is all Mom?" ask Kinan politely.

"No need Ma'am, I will pay for it myself." declined Indra.

"No need Om, who can't eat it so I should have paid."

"But Ma.........."

"Stttt. Already, diem. I pay." said Kinan firmly. The senses can only remain silent.

When you are in the car.

"I don't feel good when I get paid."

"Udah, in enakin aja Om. It's nothing." Answer Kinan casually. Another is with Indra.

"Yes, consider that I've been buying. When will Om be able to buy me back."

"Tractier??" Indra curious.

"Yes, so you don't have to feel bad anymore. How's it??"

"Yes Ma'am." replied Indra smiling. Kinan smiled too.

Indra forgets that Kinan is no ordinary girl, she is the son of a High Officer. It must have been very difficult to meet him, especially just to treat him to a meal. You could say that's very unlikely.

"Oh yes Om, later if there is a mosque we stop by prayer first huh??" Kinan Pinta.

"Yes Ma'am." replied Indra politely.

During the trip many things they talk about, about work, what kind of school abroad, even the type of society there that is different from the country itself. Although new to know, but Kinan felt relaxed chatting with Indra. Kind of like a girl who is good at socializing.

"So that's where she went to medical school??"

"Actually when I graduated from college 2 years ago, but I still want to live there and have a lot of experience at Central Hospital."

Indra just nodded.

"Om himself is not Papa's aide, is he??"

"Not Ma'am, I'm from Battalion *****. I just got an order from my Commander to pick up Mbak Kinan."

"But in Battalion******Why are adjutants or field soldiers??"

"I'm Mbak's aide, Commander's aide."

"A long time adjutant??"

"It has been quite a long time, Ma'am, from the beginning I graduated Tammama education I have been placed in Battalion **** and ordered to serve the Commander."

"Hemm that's it." Kinan just answered. "So every day you have to go wherever the commander goes."

"Yes, Mother."

"Keep the family no one protested if Omnya often go??"

"family?? You mean Ma'am, my parents??" Indra.

"No, his wife's son Om." Kinan replied clearly.

Indra immediately smiled at Kinan's words.

("So he thinks I'm family??") inner Indra while holding back laughter.

"Why Om?? Is something wrong??"

"Sorry Ma'am, I'm not married" replied Indra embarrassed.

"Ohh, sorry sorry Om. I thought I was married." said Kinan feeling bad.

"Yes, it's okay." Indra smile.

Kinan also tried to divert the conversation.