Om Pamungkas
that's Ratih

Ratih looked at the man who had been coming to his cafe for a week.

He kept ordering the same menu and reading old books.

Ratih looked at him until he didn't realize that the person he was looking at turned around to look at him.

Train misbehaving because the man threw a smile at him.

" What is the good-looking Rat?" ria's voice shocked him.

" Ehhh..!" Train awkwardly,

" it's okay tho mbak. I also like to see handsome people.." continued Ria with a smile, continued,

" that's see, mbak, the mas came here?!" ria said backwards and disappeared into the kitchen.

Sure enough, the man who was looking at Ratih from earlier walked towards Ratih who was sitting at the cashier table.

" Ratih's mother." Call that shoulder-haired man friendly.

" do you know my name?" ask Ratih quickly, please,

" i hear about that high school kid who comes here every day.."

" hear what?"

" yeah hear them call you by the name of Ratih." the cheeked man on the left and right smiled.

Ratih threw away his gaze for a moment, because Ratih felt that sweet smile was very dangerous.

" that's it.." replied Ratih potluck,

" why keep looking at me? is there anything that makes Ratih uncomfortable with me here?" ask the man politely.

" Of course not." replied Ratih a little embarrassed for getting caught red-handed.

The man just kept throwing smiles, though,

" I will be a regular visitor because I feel this place offers something different..

I can sit quietly while drinking coffee and reading an old book,"

" just go ahead. as long as you don't ruin the book and disturb other visitors." replied Ratih,

The man smiled again, this time his dimples were clearly visible to Ratih's eyes, there was no time to dodge.

" I am Iwang. Please call me Iwang mbak Ratih.." the man introduced himself, and there was the beginning of the familiarity of the two.

Iwang is a dance art teacher, it happens that the dance school is not so far from the cafe Ratih, therefore Iwang often ordered coffee and sat reading during the afternoon break.

" Worthy gondrong.I guess where work.." commented Ratih when the two are really familiar.

Iwang doesn't look easy to get along with, but somehow he likes to talk to Ratih.

" why? don't like shaggy hair?"

" it's actually a lack of like, but after seeing you my judgment changed,"

" changed?"

" yes, there is a handsome gondrong man.." Train laughing,

" take it that way" said Ratih.

" When do you go to school.."

" want to teach me to dance?" kanda Ratih's,

" if you're willing, we're always staging every semester..

it just so happens to be one more month..

if you want to join me, I'll be very happy.."

" me? a dance? I usually just volley.." again Ratih joking, joking,

" everyone can dance as long as there is a desire.."

I look like I'm thinking, though,

" i can't leave cafe Wang..?" said,

" Aren't you open for half a day on Saturdays and holidays on Sundays?"

Train nodded, though,

" think first.I don't want you to be exhausted either, but if you want new things out of the ordinary.dance art is quite interesting.." Iwang picked up the rubber beside Ratih's hand,

" this is your rubber? I'll give it back tomorrow.." Iwang pulled his hair.

" How about in the pigtail?"

" remain handsome." replied Ratih smiling widely.

" you're hot or you want to take my hair rubber..",

it was Iwang's turn to laugh,

" just know that I want to have one of your things, even if it's just rubber hair.."

" don't joke..?!"

" hahahahaaa.. I'm not the bad guy Ratih.", Iwang reassured Ratih while laughing crisply.

Put the backpack on the room table.

Time has shown ten o'clock at night.

It's been over a year thinking, Pamungkas,

he stood by the window of the room as usual,

looking at the back yard.

He was supposed to come last week, but because there was business he could not delay, he was forced to go home two weeks later.

about 10 minutes later, a motorbike entered the yard,

Finally, stand by the window and watch who enters the house at this hour last night.

that's Ratih, yes Ratih. where he came from, why came home this night.., various questions arise in the mind of the ultimate.