Started In Paris
Men in Cream Jasps

After dawn the man intended to go to the market with his wife to buy meatballs. The meatball business that he had pioneered for decades slowly began to develop, although only a patch of land in front of their house that became a place to stop for a meatball stall, he said, for the mercy of which the Power of Procurement has been bestowed upon them.

Slowly increasing in breadth, until one day the thought of adding a branch of a meatball stall around the city, but I don't know what is in the middle-aged man's mind, but, so he postponed the addition of a meatball stall branch to be built.

The sky was still not fully bright, a sunburst that seemed as if splashes of water colored the sky that was still partly concentrated. Chickens are still unpretentious, trying to combine the sounds they intend to wake the eyes that are still asleep.

"Sir please this will be placed in front of my house only! You go there first, my wife and I will follow, there's still something to buy."

"Oh yes, sir, ready." The rickshawman shouted while showing his thumb.

When he wanted to step foot, there was a heavy voice calling out to the man with the sneeze. He immediately turned to the source of the voice. It looks like people wearing cream-colored suits with matching colored pants are walking a bit quickly towards the guy with the kiss.

"Excuse me sir!" He said when he was right in front of the man.

"Yes? What's the need?"

"I want to talk to you!"

****

Actually tonight there's a plan to have dinner with Mr and Mrs Bill. To celebrate their anniversary, he said. Because there's one thing and another so I need to get home soon. Just had crossed the thought of last flight, but just now when I was about to enter the departure gate my phone rang. There was a soft voice speaking from across there.

The sentence seemed to convince me not to be heavy leaving this Negri, because indeed I have not finished everything here. Since my mind was chaotic, I was confused how I finished my business first here while there was someone waiting for my return. Not to mention the figure of the man who had no idea how long it had not been with me.

I'll be landing soon. With the cloud fog covering the airport face my eyes felt itchy as if I wanted to slightly unravel the fog. Because it is cloudy, it may rain heavily after this.

Immediately I picked up my suitcase, put it on the trolley, then walked while pushing the heavy trolley. Before long I waited, there was a taxi willing to drive me home. I want to hurry up, my body's energy is drained for today. The shadows of the bed and the blanket instantly haunted me as if waving towards me.

Arriving in front of the house, I saw the door of my house open without anything matching it. If Abah were probably sitting in the front door chair but my view is not. Maybe there are guests inside.

With the help of the driver, I dropped both my suitcases and walked by dragging the large suitcases. It was like dragging a closet.

"Assalammu'alaikum, Abah Ummi, Zulfa is home..."

"Vaalaikumsalam. MashaAllah Nduk finally came home too." Ummi cried while coming to hug me.

I miss Ummi's warm embrace so much, as if the rest of the world is just mine. I kissed his hand. The distinctive smell of her body that made me feel hypnotized, Ummi stroked my head gently, I felt the affection there.

Abah walked over and stroked my head, I kissed her hand. This wrinkled skin reminds me of my obligations as a child. The time I have is not long, however I must immediately see her crying happily for being proud of me.

My gaze turned to the figure of a man in a cream suit who was standing from the seat. That face I've never seen it at all before, but somehow it's like I know her. I lowered my head while smiling, greeting her from afar.

"You take a bath first Nduk, clean your body!"

I'm nodding. My body is so tired today. Jet is making my eyes my eyes, very want to close it even for a moment.

I set foot into the room, still dragging my two suitcases. My steps came to a halt as a wet hoarse voice greeted me in a rather high tone.

"Sorry, wait a minute. I want to talk"

I really want to know who this guy is.