
Gina was still stroking her head. There's a lump in there. It feels painful to the touch. And it made his face manyun from feeling the pain that had not subsided.
"Is it still painful, miss?" Ask Surya while driving. They're on their way home now.
"Why still ask. Of course it hurts a lot." Gina is getting more manyun. Surya smiled at Gina's behavior.
"Oh yeah, what was the name of the kid?"
"Why, Miss? Hasn't he apologized?" Surya felt a bad premonition with Gina's question.
While still in the orphanage, Gina saw Surya from the side she was sitting on. Surya slowly blew the top of Gina's head. Without Gina noticing, she was enjoying it. It feels very comfortable and soothing. Like a child who was in his mother's cradle, Gina seemed to have felt it in the near future. When and where he forgot.
"Sister, I'm sorry." A boy approaches Gina who is still getting inflatable treatment from Surya. The boy who had thrown the ball very hard at him. Gina looked at him straight. The boy looked scared.
"All right." Said Gina while replying to the boy's hand. He looks relieved when Gina is willing to forgive him.
"May heals soon, Brother." Said the boy then while smiling. Gina retaliated.
"I have to see him again." Gina still looked straight ahead at the road they crossed on the way home.
"Miss, it was just an accident. He did not intentionally do it. He's still a kid anyway." Surya's voice looked worried.
"What if he's a kid? The pitch is very fast and also hard. He's very talented."
"Talented?" Now Surya became confused by what Gina said.
"Yes, he's talented at being an athlete."
"Ahh, yes..." Surya laughed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was not what Surya had imagined.
When Gina asks about the boy, Surya thinks that maybe Gina will make a calculation with him and reply later. But it turns out that it was just his worry.
"Who is that talented boy?"
"Andika. Her name is Andika."
"Andika's..." Gina repeated the name of the boy who had made her head go bump.
"It looks like he has to train with a coach to determine the right sport for him. Maybe discus throwing, javelin throwing or basketball maybe? With the power of his throw like that he could score 3 points. Or when he became a volleyball athlete he could make the opposing team kocar kacir with his smash. Oh, badminton can be too. The strength of his hand is terrible." Cerocos Gina eagerly imagined what kind of sports that would be suitable for Andika. Surya couldn't stop smiling seeing Gina's spirit like that.
"You yourself are a great taekwondoin. Why not become an athlete?"
"For what? I don't want to be famous. That would be a lot of trouble." Gina began to self-sacrify.
"Didn't a lot of people want to be famous? Let alone the talented, even the untalented try to be famous." Obviously Surya.
"These are like people vying for popularity. Social media is their mainstay. Their goal in action there is to go viral so that it is known by many."
"I'm too busy to play social media." Gina answered briefly. Then suddenly he remembered something.
"Oh yeah, why is the orphanage named Gina House? Why is it so coincidental that her name is the same as mine?"
"That's probably because Gina's name looks so pretty that the orphanage is called Gina's House." Obviously Surya.
"You really don't know why the orphanage was named after me?" Search Gina.
"Yes Miss, I really don't know and never asked Bu Wati."
"Well, it turns out Papa's not that cool. How could he give me the same name as the name of an Orphanage." Gerricks Gina. Surya who could hear that smiled.
It's already night time. Surya drives his car at a moderate speed. Music always plays every time he drives. Especially when with Gina like this. He knew the woman next to him did not like him so there would not be much conversation between them in every drive. So Surya always plays music in his car audio so that the atmosphere is not too stiff and he hopes Gina feels more comfortable while being with him.
"Kruuuukkk..." On the sidelines of the audio sound in the car Surya singing the song Main Heart by Andra And The Backbone sounded foreign.
"It's dinner time, isn't it?" Gina covered up the shame from her stomach making a sound.
"There's good food in the area."
"What's that?"
"Cracker, Miss."
"Five foot meal?" Gina shuddered. Surya nodded.
"Actually it's not really a street food because the place is a stall. The place is clean, Miss."
"There's a clean fringe stall. I don't want to." Gina still refused.
"The bar's in front, miss." Surya let his car to pull over and then entered into a large parking lot. There are various cars and motorcycles parked there. Looks very crowded.
"Is this the place you mean?" Gina looked at the crowded outdoor state of parked vehicles. And in front of a stall there was a long queue.
"You want me to die before I get food?" Gina turned her head towards Surya and glared at him.
"No Miss." Surya took off the seatbelt and got out of the car. Gina pouted and still remained in her seat. But Surya opened the door for her.
"I told you I didn't want to. You're the one who eats. I'll go somewhere else. You go home in a taxi."
"No Miss, you'd love to eat here."
"Hey, look at the queue. All that time." Omelette Gina.
"We won't queue. I know the owner of this car."
"Oh yeah?" Gina sneered in disbelief.
"Yes Miss."
"Be aware that you're lying."
"I dare not lie to you, Miss."
"good. I'll hold your word." Gina finally came down and followed Surya. Surya seemed to approach a parking attendant at the place.
"Sir Bambang, how are you?" Surya greeting to a man of somewhat stocky body that.
"Oh, Mr. Surya. I'm good." Mr. Bambang shook Surya's hand and nodded his face greeting Gina. Gina replied with a smile.
"It's a lot of people, sir. Dinner hour. I'll tell Mr. Jono you're here." Mr. Bambang was ready to go to the stall but Surya forbade.
"No need, sir. I'll just go in."
"Good Sir."
Surya and Gina left the parking lot and headed inside the stall, passing through the long queue of buyers. I don't know how many people are waiting in line to get a table place to eat. The not-so-extensive stall is already full of visitors who enjoy their angkringan.
When Gina entered the stall, at the buffet table there were various kinds of side dishes lined up tempting. The satay-sateans are there. Chicken satay, intestinal satay, quail egg satay, ampella satay, sausage satay, meatball satay and many other varieties of Gina could not reach with her eyesight. There are various kinds of fried foods as well and I don't know what the name is wrapped with banana leaves.
"Solar, why don't you say you're coming here." Sapa a man that Gina guessed was Mr. Jono the owner of angkringan.
"You're alone? Not with Rangga?" Gina finally finds out that her Papa used to come here with Surya.
"No sir."
"This is your wife?" Guess Mr. Jono while looking at Gina.
"Yes, sir." Then Mr. Jono greeted Gina politely.
"Please go inside, sir. It's too queued up here." Surya was about to follow Mr. Jono and head towards the back of the stall. But Gina who was still amazed by the many side dishes on the buffet table was unaware of Surya's invitation.
"Let's Miss." Take Surya for the second time and finally Gina realized and left the place.
A backyard there is a long bench and a table. There were dim lights hanging on a pole on two sides of the courtyard. Surya sat on the bench and followed Gina.
"The children will bring the angkringan here." Said Mr. Jono.
"Good Sir." Surya did not forget his polite smile.
Gina looked around. This small courtyard is surrounded by buildings. On the right side is the back door of the stall which is also one with the stall kitchen. And on the back side next to the kitchen seems to be a room. Whether it's a warehouse or an employee residence. Because there's a clothesline for men. Gina guessed one of those rooms must be the living room. And Gina's left side is a concrete fence adjacent to a neighboring building.
"Kruuuuukkk..." Gina's stomach is acting up again. Gina looked at Surya straight. Surya held a smile.
"Why they are so long. Let's not let them forget us." Gerricks Gina.
"That's them." Show Surya at the back door of the shop. Gina follows Surya's index finger. Gina rounded her eyes as she looked at the row of shopkeepers with the dishes they were carrying.