Under the Black Umbrella
You, you're weird, man.

Ghavi just woke up when the clock on the wall of the treatment room Om Rudi already showed at three in the afternoon. Apparently the girl was asleep for about two hours.

"You awake?" handy's voice resuscitated him back to the real world.

"Eh, yes," he answered nervously.

"Sorry, I slept too long" he said.

"It's okay!"

Handy who just came out of the bathroom was fresh with disheveled hair that added to her good looks.

"Bandah! After that we will eat. We missed our lunch. I'm hungry" he ordered, reminding them of their missed lunch.

"Oh, okay! But ..."

" Why?"

"If we go, who will take care of Om Rudi?!"

"Harry's on his way here. He'll take care of you."

"Oh!"

Ghavi went to the bathroom after picking up a change of clothes in his backpack.

Fifteen minutes later the girl came out of the bathroom dressed in pink sleeveless flowers slightly above the knee. His hair looked wet.

"Eh, when will Harry arrive?!" ghavi asked a little surprised because he realized Harry was there.

The man sat in a chair beside Om Rudi, so it was not immediately visible to him because of the location of the bathroom that turned his back on the bed.

While Handy was sitting on the sofa bed where she was sleeping. His hands were busy pressing his smartphone screen.

"just now. You just had a shower?" ask him just a pleasantry.

"Yes!" ghavi replied.

The girl stepped closer to Handy and sat down beside him.

His hand grabbed the backpack and took the make-up spot to dress up and tidy up the hair.

The fragrant smell of shampoo poured out into the nose of Handy who was sitting near it immediately turned his head.

Ghavi was combing his half-wet hair.

"Have you?!" tanyanya is impatient.

The inclusion of a cellphone in his pants and moved closer to Harry.

"Eh, yes. A minute!"

Ghavi hurriedly combed his hair and immediately kept the comb in its original place.

He also stood up to Handy after grabbing the phone.

"What message do you want, let it be brought by you."

Handy asked Harry.

"Brown-nut martabak is just as bitter coffee if there is," he replied while giving the car keys to his brother.

"OK!" sahut Handy brief.

Ghavi and Handy left the room, leaving Harry staring at Ghavi's back and disappearing from view.

If I had gotten you, how lucky I would have been.

"ah! Think what, the hell I am," he murmured softly.

"Conscious, Har, he's your brother's match. Eliminate your feelings of joy for him before it's too late" he continued.

"You why?"

Harry stammered at his father's sudden question.

"Eh, Father, are you awake?!" I asked a little nervous.

"When did you wake up?!" tanyanya was afraid her father heard her mutter just now.

"Just now! Where's your brother?!" the question is a little slurred due to the stroke he is suffering from.

"Just come out, sir! Ghavi is eating. Mas Handy said from noon had not eaten," he was relieved because his father was not suspicious.

"What message do you want, let me pass it to Mas Han later" Harry said.

His father just shook slowly.

" You want to have a drink" he replied, glancing at the glass on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Oh, fine!"

Harry immediately grabbed a glass and killed it to his father using a straw.

Meanwhile, Ghavi and Handy are arguing in the car where they are going to eat.

"I want to try the noodles typical of the area here. Yesterday when I was here with Risa and Mas Aksan did not have time to taste it" said Ghavi.

Ghavi also told me that yesterday Harry had caught Risa and Aksan eating Wonosobo's special food after returning from the streets. Ghavi did not come because he was sick and had just fainted.

"Kata Mas Harry said the noodles are lai with noodles in other cities because the noodles here use peanut seasoning," explained Ghavi spirit.

"But I want to eat rice now," Handy won't lose.

His tone sounded quite high.

"I want to eat that anyway. I'm curious about the noodle soup with the cabbage and the peanut sauce."

Ghavi has been googling about some typical food Wonosobo area one of which is the noodle ongklok, which is cooked noodles placed in a bamboo basket called ongklok.

Usually, congklok noodles are equipped with goat satay and kemul tempe, which is tempe covered with flour. Or known as tempe mendoan if in the area of Banyumas.

" But I don't like noodles very much" Handy protested.

"Whatever!"

Ghavi pursed his lips. His hands were placed on both sides.

They stayed silent in the car on the side of the road. The sound of the horn shocked both of them.

"Hey, if you stop don't be careless, dong. We want to pass by, nih," grumbled another road user behind their car.

"Please car! We want to turn this," shouted the others.

"Eh, sorry! The car was dead" Handy said nervously.

Hurriedly he revived his car and slowly advanced.

Apparently Handy had unknowingly stopped in the third while arguing about the dinner menu.

Faintly still they heard the swearing of the car owner behind him who was upset because his trip was interrupted.

"Cool car, on strike."

"Huihi ...!!"

Ghavi giggled at it.

"It's nice of you to look like, '" Grumbled Handy annoyed.

"You want me to put it down here now" he threatened.

"I can order a taxi online from this phone."

He picked up and shook his cell phone.

"Do you have money?!"

"Gee!"

Ghavi just realized it turns out he forgot to take the wallet because of the rush earlier.

"Eee, I forgot my wallet," she said.

Bite her lower lip in panic.

"Not having money just want to go alone. What will you pay for?!" cibir Handy's.

"That's easy! Stay the taxi driver I love a sweet smile just let him melt and ..."

Ciiit!!!

"Appa??!!" handy shouted in shock.

He braked suddenly hearing Ghavi's statement.

His face was red. He held both hands of Ghavi strong, then growled.

"You want to give up your body to replace it with money?!" angry angry.

He gripped the girl's arm until he grimaced in pain.

"Nobody can touch you. No online taxi driver, no Harry, no one else but ME!" threaten her.

"Sss-sick!" great-grandson Ghavi.

Handy had just realized that she had been pinning Ghavi's body with both hands.

"Eh, sorry!" he said while releasing the pitingan.

"Eat him next time talk real," he softened.

The second time the car stopped suddenly and was shouted at by a horn from another car behind it.

"Some of you, it's weird, man. I mean I was smiling sweetly, let the driver melt and continue to want to go home. Newly, given the money taken from the house."

Ghavi continued his sentence.

"Ngapain carries someone else's name. Bring the name Mas Hari all. What's the connection, try," he grumbled.

"Eee, i-iya, sorry! It has nothing to do, you!" handy answered nervously.

His face slightly turned sad considering the incident before they left the hospital.

Yep! Handy went back to his father's room to ask if his father needed anything or not so he bought a mumpung want to go out to eat.

Handy had not been able to enter, her steps stopped. He was stunned for a moment in front of that slightly opened door.

She heard Harry's voice.

"ah! Think what, the hell I am," he murmured softly.

"Aware Har, he's your brother's match. Eliminate your feelings of joy for him before it's too late" he continued.

Handy took two steps back to hear it.

He stepped back to meet Ghavi who was waiting below without intending to enter again.

Mind raging. Apparently his younger brother also secretly likes Ghavi. The natural thing is actually because the routine in the campus is very possible for the two to meet and like each other.

For some reason, realizing that his heart was twitching in pain. Could it?!

Ah, no!

Handy shook her head to throw away all the possibilities that occurred in her mind.

"Mas Handy why?" ask Ghavi.

The girl felt strange because she saw Handy's hand gripping the steering wheel.

" ah! No, that's okay" Handy replied nervously.

Ghavi's question breaks his daydream.

"Mas Handy is sick?!"

"No! Why ask like that?!"

"No! It's just that I saw you clutching the wheel so tight like you were holding something back" Ghavi shook his head.

"Eh! That, I was thinking, where are we going to eat?! From there just keep on muter-muter," he said trying to cover his nervousness.

"really?! But it looks like you're holding back on the frustration."

"That's because I'm just upset. Because I argued with you, I got scolded by people and charged my car with being a strikeman. Uh! Never mind. It's been half an hour since we debated muters for food. Whatever you want to eat. My stomach is very hungry" he said annoyed.

Handy decided to park his car in the food stall of the city's famous noodle coke.

"You don't like noodles, why stop here?!" ask Ghavi wonder.

"Don't protest too much, let's go down!" ketus Handy got off the car a little slamming the door.

Ghavi was surprised to see Handy's behavior felt a little strange since she was discharged from the hospital. Everything was connected to Harry.

Why her? Ghavi himself was dizzy thinking about it. The huft! Bodo. What is important this time is that his desire to eat the typical food of the city was realized.

With wide strides, Ghavi caught up with Handy who was already sitting on a bench by the window of the food stall. He couldn't wait to taste it.

"Mom, the noodle is one, the one is two servings, and the kepe is one portion."

Handy started ordering when Ghavi arrived.

"Oh, yeah! Ask for a plate of white rice, yes, give a little fried onion" he added.

Ghavi turned his back on hearing Handy order white rice. Isn't it here selling noodles, why ask for rice?!

Not yet he had a voice, the owner of the stall came with an employee carrying an order.

"Kok, how fast?!" ask Handy astonished.

"Usually like long grunts."

"Hmmm!" The shop owner smiled.

"It just so happens to be the order of the man who was fouled, sir. So quick. Please, enjoyed. Just pick it up, you know, sir, Deck!" The owner of the shop let both of them enjoy the order.

"If you know there's a rice here, why did you have to debate first, weird!" gerutu Ghavi is upset.

"Know this, it did not have to argue and be swearing people."

"Cerewet, let's eat!" handy's orders immediately feed the white rice and satay kemulutnya with pleasure.

Ghavi stopped protesting again as soon as his tongue touched the noodle sauce.

"Wow! Um, yummy!" pekiknya joy.

Finally it was achieved that he had eaten super duper delicious noodles like Risa's story used to be. Now he was no longer curious.

The girl plans to include the food in the list of foods that must be enjoyed if you return to the city someday.