Mantans
Chapter 22: Secuil the story of Mamat

This morning Mamat decided to be a stalker, after all day yesterday, eh errat a few weeks to be exact, Mamat could not concentrate on his work, even his sleep was disturbed by one shadow of a beautiful face of someone.

Lavita Aurora, a beautiful woman who is unpretentious and simple was able to knock on the door of the heart of Mamat who had long been closed to all people of the female sex.

Here, across the street a small cafe, more accurately called the actual store, Mamat stared at the place with a mixed feeling.

This half Vita has arrived at his place of business, assisted by Retno lowering some food for his cafe.

Before Mamat withdrew, the man was given the task to take the groceries in the market Gede, but because suddenly he disappeared as a result Vita himself intervened to go there.

Mamat still stared intensely at the place, from here he could still see Vita going back and forth from the front room to the kitchen handle all the work deftly.

Then a young woman of Retno's age knocked on the glass door, looking Retno who opened the door, then shortly Vita came out and sat opposite the girl.

It did not take long the conversation of the two was finished, and Vita looked out of the cafe, raised her phone with a huffed face, predictably Bima who contacted the woman.

A few months with Vita, Mamat little know the story that is being experienced by Vita.

Devote yourself to the husband in the name of love and loyalty, but all must run aground because of one named betrayal.

Until accidentally the eyes of the two met, Vita seemed dumbstruck looking at Mamat, then reflexively Mamat pressed the button to raise the glass of his car.

Vita just shrugged, then went back inside the cafe, Mamat let out a long sigh, almost revealing his disguise.

During this time Mamat deliberately isolated himself to this small town, leaving the family business and starting his own business by building resorts and agro-tourism, changing the identity of a Mathew Alexandrio Praja to Mamat the motorcycle taxi driver.

Buried deeply all the wounds that even still felt pain in his chest.

***

Next day.

The sound of bells rang out, a sign that Vita deliberately installed at the entrance of his cafe, to welcome customers who came.

Mama is standing at the door." Hello, Vita, how are you?" sapa Mamat slightly nodded his head, clumsy and groggy of course.

Vita smiled as she greeted Mamat. "Eh Mamat, sit down Matt." Vita comes out from inside the bulkhead that separates the area for customers and employees.

Mamat pulled a chair and sat there, Vita sat in front of Mamat blocked by the table.

"Where are you Mat? I came to mind the same you you know." said Vita looking at Mamat's face that looks different, em.

"I have a job outside the city mbak, mbak Vita how are you?" repeat Mamat because there has been no answer from Vita to his previous question.

"Good Mat, well, how are you?" Vita smiled answering Mamat's question.

"I'm good too."

"Thank God, I've been thinking the same way about you" said Vita sounding sincere.

"But Matt, I asked the kids to drink first." Vita stood up and left Mamat and walked into the kitchen.

Not long ago Vita returned already with a tray containing orange ice.

"Diminished Mat." Vita sat back down after putting the tray on the table.

"Thank you mbak."

"I thought yesterday about you, Matt."

"Where's mbak?" mamat asked with a ticking chest, afraid that Vita knew that she was behind the wheel of a car parked across from the Vita cafe.

"Away across the street." replied Vita.