
As per Marlo's advice, I'll just go to Mas Ramdan at his workplace. Because our relationship is still known to some people. Mas Ramdan asked not to publish first. It took a good time to introduce me to his family. I'll agree. If for my mother from the beginning I never covered anything from the family. However, if there is anything, my mother will also be troubled.
It's been a week since Ramdan became a cold person. It didn't feel right, so tonight I'm going to go to work.
Go back to work, I'll call Mas Ramdan.
[Working What?]
[Yes]
That's how the answer is short. I don't need to ask anymore. I immediately wiped my body from sweat. Order food via ojek online. Deliberately ordering food rather a lot, in order to be strong in the face of reality. Hi.hi.hi.hl.
After the magrib, I booked an ojek online to take me to Ramdan's workplace. Not too far anyway, only if the walk can get there I'm kuel.
Not long after, the ojek has arrived at the front door of Ramdan's office.
Meet the clerk for a moment and tell me my needs are coming. Only then did I realize, if I am happy that he is rich, he is ashamed, right?
Forging ahead like this, not possibly retreating. I lost time and was curious constantly. Should be resolved soon.
I was escorted to Mas Ramdan's room by an officer. There was a mother who was as short as my memory, she who helped me when I fainted here. Ah that bad experience..
While waiting, I had a brief conversation with an officer named Widyasari. Ask to be called only Wid, he said.
"And there's something coming"
"Someone misses ya"
"I want to be rich too. Wanted girl"
Me and Ms. Wid compactly laughed at their jokes. Then Mas Ramdan walked into the room. Wid stepped down, maybe feel uncomfortable between these two lovebirds.
Once I feel safe I start the conversation.
"Bag.."
"Why are you here, Bag?"
My forehead winches. Let's just say he's changed. He called my name.
"I'm bothering you, huh Mas?"
He folded his lips inward. Sort of confused, distraught.
"I'm actually here to talk about our relationship. But it seems you don't want to" I stood up. "I'd better just go home. Excuse me"
When I turned around, Mas Ramdan blocked my hand.
"Don't be here"
I looked up, staring at his face.
"I'll permit you first. Wait here"
Mas Ramdan exited the room. I don't know if he wants to do anything. Isn't work hours almost done?
"Look" suddenly he was in front of me.
"Why?" tanyakanya.
"what's not"
Then me and Mas Ramdan left the room together. Pamit briefly to mbak Wid.
"Just talk here"
I was invited to a grilled corn stall near Ramdan's office. The place is far away compared to the surrounding stalls. But it seems comfortable enough for us to talk about the continuation of our relationship.
A grilled corn seller, a mother who was already in her twilight years asked me what message did the corn taste?
I don't know what, poking mas Ramdan to seek help.he he
"Salt taste one bu, spicy sweet one"
After ordering, Ramdan took 2 bottles of tea. He handed me the opened tea bottle.
"Thank you"
"What are you here for?"
'My inner 'plane fix. Ah this guy.
"Mas object. I don't have a motorbike here"
He was mangosteen after chugging the tea bottle.
"Er..."
The mother of the seller's mother served us grilled corn.
"Good food definitely ends with good talk" the mother said with a smile on her face.
Ah.. The mother knew too it seemed like we were upset.
"Mom can" I smiled back at her.
"So why are we doing this?" I looked at Ramdan. He looked at me and looked at me deeply.
"I'm just a low-paying worker" he lowered his head
"Then?" I still put on my stupid face.
"Aren't you ashamed?"
I laughed hearing it too. He knitted his brows. I thought I was crazy maybe.
"If I'm ashamed, there's no way I'm going to chase you rich?"
"Your parents?" continued without Spirit.
"They are fine"
"You sure?"
"Related. Why the hell are you really? uh?" I patted his arm. "You've been cold since I got home"
I breathe in deep breaths.
"I was wrong? or you've met someone else"
Looks like he's down again. Then look at the sky filled with starlight.
"I'm hesitant to continue this relationship"