THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST
Three Women
Then the passing of the night vehicle and the noise of the vehicle did not make a woman who was drifting in daydreams. The woman's eyes looked towards the street but her mind was fixed on one name and all her stories. The woman did not expect to meet a man from her past.
Pluck up!
A hovering pat, hit the woman's dreamy shoulder. A surprising pat to the point of making the woman aware of the daydream. He turned his head and saw a man smiling at him while sitting on a plastic chair in the area.
"To whomever? The guy who was sitting here?" ask the man.
The woman named Rianti immediately snorted and glanced cynically. "Sokay know!"
"Hahaha .." the man chuckled. "It looks like the guy who recognized you earlier, but why are you so cute?"
"Yes mending cuek right? Let him go right away? Why should it be friendly?"
The man still chuckled even though his voice was not as loud as before. "Are you afraid that the man will tell your parents where you are?"
Rianti fell silent, then his head rolled on the table. "I've been dumped, Mas. My parents don't care about me anymore."
The man was silent. Although the man did not know what happened to Rianti, but the man was sure, the problem that happened to the woman was not a simple matter. The man got up and was about to move.
"Other times do not love carelessly like other guys. Will someone misunderstand me? It could destroy my household," the man murmured and then he moved. While Rianti chuckled for a moment while saying sorry, then fell silent and daydreamed again.
While in other places, precisely in the tent stalls selling fried rice and so on, a woman also seemed to daydream on a chair near the gerobag. Since meeting men from his past, the focus of selling women named Eliza has become scattered and divided. Even when there are buyers, Eliza occasionally looks stuttered.
"Za," call a man who just finished an order for one of the buyers.
"Hum" said Eliza without turning her head.
"Look at the top!"
"Where are you?" the woman looked up.
"On the second floor of the shop opposite the street," Eliza suddenly looked up at the direction the man next to her showed. "Cowok who saw you again."
Eliza let out a snort and glanced sharply at the man. "What the hell? Not funny!" skink.
"Hahaha .. Who else is joking? The other man pointed," the man argued. "But he seems to know you, Za? Did he come from one city with you? Or does he know your parents?"
"Don't lie! Or are you afraid of being found out by the house people if you're here?"
Eliza breathed out roughly. "Even if my parents knew I was here, what would be the effect? Am I not considered a child?"
"No way, they must actually miss you, Za."
Eliza smiled wryly. "If I miss it, maybe I've been sought. They're not even looking for me at all. Don't talk about them anymore, males."
The man fell silent. She knew, Eliza would always be angry when talking about her family.
Still on the same night but in a house, a woman was patting her child's feet softly on a mattress on the front floor of the television. The woman's eyes looked at the face of her son, but her mind wandered to the man who had just visited her house. There was tightness in the chest of the woman named Arimbi when she remembered the figure of the man.
"Who was that man, Mbi? Your friend?" ask the middle-aged lung woman who was sitting on a chair not far from where Arimbi was lying.
"Male guy? Whose man, Mom?" asked an old man who was sitting in the chair next to the woman.
"The man who found Reyhan at the market, sir. He went home" replied the mother.
"Well, how can you?" She knows where our house is?" the old man looked surprised.
"I don't know either, sir, so I asked Arimbi, does he know? It seems he's not here either. Looks like a city guy."
The old man's forehead was wrinkled, while Arimbi was still silenced in his mouth. "Is he your friend, Mbi? Don't don't he's from the city?" terka the old man.
"I thought so too?" sahut the mother. "There is more to it that makes me wonder."
"What, Mom?"
"The face of the man was exactly the same as Reyhan's face."
"Well!"
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