Om Pamungkas
upset

The rain fell since morning, the swift did not play, the sky was really not bright, like the heart of Ratih that was torn apart by Pamungkas.

The woman really can not understand the purpose and desire omnya.

Sometimes indifferent, sometimes caring, sometimes like a jealous lover.

Ratih went nowhere, it was Saturday, but he was not eager to open his cafe.

Iwang also called earlier, offering to pick up Ratih,

but Ratih insisted that he would wait for the rain to subside a little and leave alone.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the rain began to subside,

Ratih is dressed up and ready to go.

He uses a cream-colored dress, making his yellow skin look more prominent and fresh.

His long hair was also in the description so that it covered his slender waist.

" Not picked up your friend?" ask his mother when Ratih is busy choosing shoes,

" no ma, his student has not come home.it is impossible to stay, he can pick it up.. But Ratih pity?" reply Ratih.

" Don't get in Rat's car, aren't you good at driving long distances?"

" Ratih take an online taxi only ma," said Ratih taking one khaki-colored shoes.

As Ratih walks out of the house and reaches the terrace, Hendra's car gets into the garage,

seen Hendra and Pamungkas down, fatigue is clearly visible on the faces of both of them because of shopping tools starting in the morning.

" Where?" asked Hendra to look at her beautiful sister from top to bottom.

" Want to dance school" replied Ratih while wearing his mask.

" Picked up your prince Arjuna?" jejek Hendra's,

" take a taxi online," replied Ratih indifferently,

" this drizzle?" asked Hendra, worried that there was a sister.

" Let me drive," the final voice sounded,

Ratih glanced at the Pamungkas,

" no need to" replied Ratih and walked,

" Uh! om has been in good faith, instead of accepting it even so.. have been obedient?!" Hendra pulled his sister's hand.

" Nih om the key," Hendra handed the key quickly there is the ultimate.

Along the road Pamungkas uncomfortable to see the beautiful Ratih dress.

" Want to dance?" ask Pamungkas with a slightly grim face.

" Yes," replied Ratih calmly, his eyes watching the street in front of him.

" It's so short, it's safe to dance with a skirt like that?"

" short how? sitting just below the knees, right?" Ratih.

Finally mute, it feels very upset, seeing Ratih will meet other men with a look as beautiful as that.

" You should be wearing trousers," Finally still not sincerely let Ratih's legs free at the sight of people.

" Usually wear pants,"

" why not now?"

" om why yes? just last night talking like that? why is this like this again?" Ratih.

He kept silent at the question of Ratih.

" Say she wants to get married too?" added Ratih makes the ultimate expression even more unpleasant.

" It seems like you're happy to hear that this is gonna end her bachelor?"

now it's Ratih's turn to be quiet,

" what are you buying?" Ratih frowned in wonder.

" Buy pants for you,"

" o??!!" Ratih looked at the upset.

" Oms always spark my emotions?!" in particular,

" i've been prepared there, there will be a long cloth that covers my legs, so don't overdo it?!" continue Ratih with a high tone.

" Where can it be overdone?" answer me, focus on the wheel.

" Just take care of the future wife om, wonder..?!"

" my marriage is still discourse, so I can't handle it yet,"

" because it bothers me?"

The end did not answer.

Arriving at the building that resembles a large hall, Ratih told Pamungkas to go home immediately,

but it is not the end of his name if he gives up and goes straight home.

He was intending to wait for Ratih to finish.

" Hey, it's coming..?!" greeting Iwang came down from a place that is commonly used for training and staging.

A dozen of iwang's students passed by, preparing to go home because the day had begun in the afternoon.

" Are you not tired?" ask Ratih to come closer,

Iwang commented on his cheerful smile, he was even happy to see the arrival of Ratih, all his fatigue seemed to disappear.

Iwang's smile disappeared looking at the tall man standing far behind Ratih, his hands folded on his chest and his gaze probed.

" Who is that?" ask Iwang, please,

" my om," replied Ratih lazily without turning his head,

" oops? ah. time? your acquaintance?" Iwang can't believe it because Pamungkas looks young, and not worth calling om.

" Have you told me?!" Ratih took the array that Iwang had prepared, Iwang,

and as usual, Iwang swiftly helped Ratih wear it along with his shawl.

Instantly Iwang felt an unpleasant look from Pamungkas.

" Om you glare constantly." whispered Iwang,

" is that right, om you? how do you look more like your girlfriend who is looking after you?",

" Strade..?!" Ratih hit Iwang's arm, he,

" You are this! he's my papa's brother?!" said Ratih,

" is your father that old, why is his sister still young?" Iwang was curious,

" their age difference is far, therefore papa is old and om young," explained Ratih.

" so yeah.." Iwang nodded, though,

then soon the two began to dance, Rama Sinta dance movement as usual.

Finally looking for a seat, he sat quietly, he watched carefully too.

But when many movements began that demanded Iwang and Ratih touch and look at each other fixedly,

It's just starting to get quiet, though,

the man decided to get up and walk out of the building.

Arriving outside near the parking lot the man burned a cigarette,

" It could be.." he muttered annoyedly,

seeing such a move alone his heart was already upset half to death.