Om Pamungkas
workshop

Train down from the stairs, his steps slowly because his body was still feeling weak.

This morning the atmosphere looked a little different, I don't know what.. Ratih is still trying to find him.

Mak Karto greeted her in the kitchen with a bright smile.

" Sugeng enjing ndoro putri.(good morning princess.)" mak Karto slightly teased.

" Ndora ndoro. mak why so happy today, last night what dream?" said Ratih sitting on a chair.

Mak Karto put down a glass of warm tea while answering.

" Ratih's dream to be a bride.."

" yh mak??!" ratih's protest made mak Karto's smile wider.

" It's been a stormy night, mak.. What's wrong?" asked Ratih after sipping his tea.

" wake up, sir??"

" wants to wake up, but my body is limp, my eyes are sticky..

so yeah sleep again.."

" owalah. last night the ultimate mas called Mr. Adi.."

" called in??"

" yes,"

Ratih was silent arrived, his feelings were not good.

" did you hear what papa and om are talking about?" ask Ratih lirih.

" Mak did not want to say, just ask the same mas Hendra. because there was also Hendra mas last night.."

" you know? why ask Hendra? what the hell happened last night??" Train is getting curious.

" Radih should get up and see..

mas Endungkas to rest in front of the father.."

Degs..

Rigid face, stiff,

" I don't know clearly, but after I mas Pamungkas pleaded while crying.." mak Karto really smart digging Ratih worries.

He deliberately said that so that Ratih put pity on Pamungkas.

Ratih who was still a little pale was now back pale.

" What's right, mama??" rati asked almost inaudibly.

" Nggih mbak.. saestu. (right.)"

Ratih got up, got up,

" Lho? breakfast first mbak? where you going??" mak Karto pursues Ratih's steps.

" Just take the breakfast to the mother's room" said Ratih walking up the stairs.

Adi and Ana do not waste time, they come to the parents to count and look for a good day.

After getting a good day both immediately go into fabric and array materials.

" Ratih has not been told pa, how come we have just the origin of shopping?" ask Ana when she is on her way home.

" if the day is near, if now he is afraid to run away?" answer Adi while driving the car heart.

" Why did he have to run away? said Hendra both already have closeness?" Ana, who doesn't know what it is, is confused.

" His name is only a young man, it is difficult to understand." murmured Adi.

" But.is there no need to find the real father?"

" for what?" asked Adi in an unhappy voice.

" He has thrown away the whole thing, let alone sent him to school, fed him not!"

Ana was silent to see her husband was suddenly upset, it seemed like he had spoken wrongly.

Arga just got off the picket, he accidentally played to a sniffer dog training ground.

There was a crowd of people cooking.

" Wah, muduh picket nemu wong cook iki. (wah, get off the picket nemu cook this.)" said Arga sitting next to the fireplace that was deliberately made to burn fish caught from the pond next to the K-9 office.

" Well, come and eat." chirped one of the members who was still in the pond combing fish.

" Owalah mas. arep do not perforate me yo sek bag muduh piket iii. (owalah mas. lha I also just dropped picket iii.)" Arga grimaced, not many people like him, because he tends to be alone.

" Do you know Mr. Ar?" ask one of the people there.

Hearing the name of Pamungkas Arga clucked in annoyance.

" Just talk about something else, my appetite is gone this way." she got up.

" Lha, your answer is ra timidu ngunu? kui dulure your ex tho? (lha, what answer do you think is not so good? that's your ex-wife's brother, right?)"

" gossip ae... understand your end teapot? (do you know where you are?)" ask Arga annoyed.

He is still in complete uniform.

" Where's your brother Hen?!" ask the worried.

" In the room until om." replied Hendra who was busy under the car.

Finally no longer waiting, he went into the workshop, to the room that was used by the ultimate to work.

The sound of his PDH shoes was heard knocking on the floor quite hard because he was walking in a hurry.

Let alone take off his shoes, take off his helmet even he forgot.

Arriving in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief but also worried.

" It hurts even?!" the ultimate affirmation to the woman who is sitting in the Chair of the Ultimate Work.

He wears brown trousers and matching colored sweaters, and

his hair just broke.

His pale face was given a little powder to make it look fresher.

" What did you come here with?" Finally approaching,

" taxi online." replied Ratih did not look at him instead staring out the window, looking at the boisterous highway.

" You're so happy to confuse people, aren't you?" Finally take off his helmet and put it on a wooden cabinet located not far from him.

" Of the confusion?" ask Ratih flatly,

" of course?! are you the one who's sick suddenly calling me and asking me to meet at the workshop?

there's gotta be something you wanna say until you've had a hard time meeting me?" he said, sitting in front of Ratih.

" Tell me now, and then I'll take you home.."

" i haven't even spoken yet, but I'm taking me home.."

" of course, you still haven't recovered right?"

Trained was silent, she looked back at the window.

Seeing that softened his voice.

" Alright. speak, I'll listen." said Pamungkas more calmly.

" What happened last night to you?" ask Ratih then,

" nothing happened to Ratih.." said Pamungkas calm down.

" Oh lie.. Papa scolded om right?"

Just a little smile, though,

" mboten cah ayu." replied Pamungkas while taking off his shoes.

" Have you eaten?"

" m I switched the conversation?"

" no, I haven't eaten yet,

it's lunchtime, but I'm heading straight here, have mercy on me Rat. at least let me eat first..".

After the two ate chicken noodles beside the workshop, Pamungkas sat quietly and took out his cigarette pack.

The understanding coach opens the window,

Finally arrived to realize that Ratih was still not healthy,

so he broke his intention.

" Smoking alone, Ratih is okay." said Ratih slowly, his eyes unceasingly staring.

" No." replied Pamungkas take a bottle of mineral water and drink it.

" Papa didn't hit you, did he?" ask Ratih directly,

" hit me? why?"

" why? because you know about me and om??" strict Ratih.

" So you rushed here to ask that?" Finally again, a sweet smile.

" just answer me?"

" your father didn't hit me, did I have to beat him?"

Ratih looked annoyed with the ultimate answer.

" It's my turn." The heavy voice suddenly made Ratih alert.

" the turn means?" ask Ratih.

" it's my turn to ask, when can you ask?" Relax and rest your back on the chair.

" Wound on your lower lip, who caused it?" ask Pamungkas even though he already knows who is the culprit.