
Ms. Salma was in shock, getting word from Setiawan half an hour before they went to their residence.
"You are Kinan? you bastard! what do you want, a star? mom's been dressed for three hours, but you're out of wedlock!" salak Mom throws her cell phone rough onto the sofa next to her.
The stars do not sound. What can he answer? he himself also did not understand, why Kinan cut off their engagement.
But it's not important. The point is she's null and void with the girl, and for her that's very good news.
"Star, answered mother. Kinan why? why cancel tonight's show?" mother urges her to pick out the Star's ears.
"Oh, it hurts Mom. I reported to KPAI yes"
"Now, taxi fare, let's report!" the mother had already put a piece of red money on the table, as a form of her annoyance.
"You know, I like Kinan? I want her to be my mother's daughter-in-law"
And an hour ahead, the Star thickened her ears to listen to the scolding of mother's anger. Especially when he admitted that he said he had no feelings for Kinan.
"Empet's mom look at your face. Gih there far away. Don't come here if you don't ask" she said, going up to the room.
Still with his bloon look, the pensive Star looked at his phone screen while taking a heavy breath.
***
The next day, Bee appears to be playing with Saga. Her eyes were swollen, from crying all night. Eight o'clock last night was the day of Bintang's engagement with Kinan, as well as a time when his hope was broken like a piece of his heart that is now out of shape.
This morning he woke up, immediately hugging Saga, because it is likely that Saga will soon have two mamas. Which means he will rarely be with the boy later.
In his face, Saga's laughter is running in the park chasing the ball with Mira. Unknowingly her tears fell on her cheeks. Too bad his life story.
The ringtone tone of her phone resuscitated Bee, pulling the girl back into her consciousness.
The call was just left. Bee was not arrogant or disrespectful to the caller, but honestly for now he did not want to deal with Kinan.
"Sorry Kinan, I can't pick up the phone. My heart is not ready to hear the story about last night's proposal" he said monologue.
But as if the caller was not desperate, the ring continued to ring in the ear, until Bee gave up and raised the call.
"Ha-hello mbak?"
"Bee..where are you? I'm gonna go see you. I want to tell you the same story" said Kinan heard hunting. Bee was just astonished, since when were they that close until Kinan always looked for her every want to tell a story?
"I'm.I'm at home" Bee replied without a second thought.
"If so, I'll go to your house. There's something I want to tell you. It's important"
The sound of Saga's laughter in the distance was heard resuscitating Bee again. "Eh, don't mbak. We meet outside. This is me going outside too. Going to the supermarket" he said improvise. There was no way he would entertain Kinan in his house, as he would definitely ask about Saga.
But if you think again, why should Bee be afraid Kinan knows about Saga, anyway soon he should also know that he is married to Bintang. Unless he wants to hide Saga's whereabouts from his wife.
Agree to meet at a cafe with the name of Cafe Tatiana love, coffee and cake. There were only a few visitors back then, probably because it was too early to hang out late in the afternoon or hang out for the night.
"Hi, welcome" said a woman welcoming Bee. He could have guessed that the woman was not a cafe waitress from her appearance who did not wear a work uniform.
"Thank you mbak. I picked on the sofa near the window" Bee pointed to the red sofa.
The woman simply nodded with a smile, taking Bee to her seat.
"You want to order something? or still want to wait for his friend maybe?" ask her back. The woman was so friendly and had a beautiful smile on her beautiful face.
"I want a latte one mbak with the cheese cake slide"
"OKs. Just a minute"
Bee stared at the parking lot. There was no sign of Kinan's arrival. To kill his sense of boredom, Bee brained Atik galery his phone, looking at the adorable looking Saga photos.
"Duh, his gumush, whose son?" bee's phone was almost thrown because he was shocked to hear a voice from behind his body. Suddenly twisting his body, then all he saw was Kinan's face smiling at him.
"Mbak Kinan" he said, turning off the screen light of his phone.
"Long time Bee?" Kinan sat down in front of Bee, placed his bag and leaned his back against the sofa. The heavy breathing was caught Bee sign that the girl was in a bad state.
Why is the fiancee so moody? why are Kinan's eyes swollen?
Bee's order was delivered by the waiter, not the woman who had recorded the order. "what message did Kinan take?" bee asked still looking at Kinan's chaotic-looking face.
"Espresso aja Bee.ga need to use sugar yes mbak" said his towards the waiter.
"Related mbak? it's really bitter, where it doesn't add sugar anymore" asked Bee. Kinan just nodded, then the waiter left.
They are still discussing about their work and products that sell in the market. After Kinan's order came, the girl immediately sipped the bitter coffee, expressionless. As if to show that even the most bitter thing is now common to him.
"Sir.is everything all right?" ask Bee slowly. Kinan did not answer, looking down at the white cup. One point of tears falling near the tread of the cup, Bee could see her.
Bee's concerns grew, and he chose to move to Kinan's side.
"Mbak.tori dong.jangan nangis gini" said Bee thrusting tissue picked up Kinan.
For a moment Kinan took a breath, then wiped away the trace of tears on his cheek before turning his head towards Bee.
"I broke off my fiancee with Star Bee." she said maintaining a calm countenance. His heart was certainly hurt.
Bee's mouth opened involuntarily, then the girl closed with her hands. The news Kinan had told him was never expected.
"Why mbak? wasn't she last night supposed to be your engagement?"
"I canceled Bee"
"Reason?" unconsciously Bee's intonation sounded very curious.
"He doesn't love me. He married me only to obey the wishes of his mother and the woman he loved" Bee's face was pale. How far the stars tell their problems.