Under the Black Umbrella
Could SHE?!

Upon his return from Jakarta, Ghavi immediately asked Aksan for help to deliver him to the place where Om Rudi now lives in the Dieng Plateau, which entered the Wonosobo Regency.

" You be careful, Nduk!" Eyang Sosro gave a message as his grandson said goodbye.

" Yes, Eyang. Don't worry. Me and Aksan will be careful as per Eyang's message. There was also Risa who accompanied me. I allowed the pitcher this morning."

" Thank God, then."

At ten in the morning Ghavi, Risa and Aksan left. They left a little afternoon because it was raining early this morning.

" Huh, it's cold, too" Risa chirped as soon as they entered Wonosobo County.

" It's the first time in my life I've ever set foot in a DTD. Don't forget to stop by the color lake, yeah. I want to see, is the water really like a rainbow?" his great-grandson.

" Have you never been there? Ck, ck, ck ... ." Ghavi.

" Have you been there before?!" Risa curious.

" Yes, of course not yet!" reply Ghavi flat.

" Huuu .., kirain." Risa also shone. Ghavi's arm was beaten up, irritated to feel bullied.

" Hehe ... " Ghavi grinned to stroke his arm that Risa hit using a bottle of mineral water.

" So, you two have never come to a DTD?? It's a pity," chirped Aksan who had just been a listener babbling two girls behind him.

" Eeh, did Mas Aksan ever come here??!" ghavi asked.

" Yes, not yet. It's the first time. Haha ... " Aksan smiled with satisfaction at being able to prank them.

" Huuu ..., basic!" the two girls were compact.

" Cahaha ... "

Finally the three of them laughed cheerfully with their jokes.

Not felt they finally arrived at the DTD after covering a distance of approximately 92km with about three and a half hours.

Ghavi got out of the car and started asking for the address he had brought to a vegetable farmer who seemed to have just returned from the garden.

" I'm sorry, Father, interrupt for a moment. Do you know this address?" Ghavi handed a piece of paper to the father.

" Why, Mba'e is so pundi, nggih?" ask the father with a chromo language that is still valid.

(I'm sorry, where's the mama from, huh?)

Ngapak is a regional language commonly used for residents of the Banyumas Raya community, which includes several districts namely Barlingmascakeb (Banjarnegara, Purbalingga, Banyumas, Cilacap and Kebumen).

Ghavi also frowned because he did not understand the meaning of the father's words.

" I'm sorry, you said what, yes I don't understand" Ghavi said confusedly.

" I'm sorry, don't you speak Indonesian?" tanyakanya.

" Sawed, saged!" answer the Father again.

(Yes, I can.)

" Oh, I mean, I can. She asked for an address, right? I keep answering, Where did he come from, huh? I see," said the Father smiling.

" I'm sorry, Sir. I was born and raised in Jakarta. Just a few months ago I moved to Jogja. Actually, if the Javanese language is subtle I understand a little. But if my Ngapak language does not understand," Ghavi replied with a shy smile.

" It's actually the same. What distinguishes Jogja - Solo and its surroundings using the suffix o. For example, if here sega, there sego. DiJogja loro here lara. It means the same, that is, sega and sego mean rice. Loro and lara mean sick. Like that." explained the long father like a regional language teacher who was teaching.

" Oh, yes, sir. So what, do you know this address or not?" ask Ghavi back to address.

" Yes I know. Lha wong is a role model here. Who does not know Mr. Rudi Darmawan. It's pinter, it likes donating. As the name implies."

knock the middle-aged man.

"Let me deliver. If you walk from here for ten minutes."

" But I was with two of my friends in the car, sir" Ghavi said hesitating between Jan and the father or taking the car.

" Oh, look, you come with us in the car how about, okay?!" tawal Ghavi's.

"But my body is dirty, Ma'am," he seemed.

"It's okay, sir. Come!"

While Risa and Aksan are in the car waiting saturated.

" It's a long time, it's a boy." said Aksan.

" Keep, tuh, chat what the hell," said Risa.

" Viii, it's not yet, hunt for the evening hunt, we have to find lodging!" remember Risa.

Ghavi finally managed to persuade the father and succumbed to enter the car. After the car had run for several hundred meters, he told Aksan to stop the car.

Designated a house whose yard is quite spacious and beautiful filled with ornamental plants that are viral disocial media.

After Ghavi thanked him, he went home.

Ghavi stepped slowly into the room followed by Risa. While Aksan parked the new car then caught up with the two of them.

The door was pushed up to three times. On the count of four, the door finally opened from the inside and a half-century woman appeared in a knee-length negligee. Even so, it still looks the remnants of beauty on a plain face without make-up.

" I'm sorry, who are you and what's the matter, huh?" asked the woman was surprised to see a guest who was not known and did not seem to be from the surrounding residents.

" I'm sorry, Auntie, is this really Om Rudi's residence?"

" Who are you looking for my husband?!"

Ghavi replied, Someone came from behind the woman.

" Who's coming, Mom?" ask the woman who is called mother.

His eyes were rubbing against the two girls in front of him.

" You?!" That fellow.

" You?!" Ghani.

" Sir?!" Risa's.

The three of them were both surprised. Ghavi and Risa did not expect that the house he went to was the home of Harry, their lecturer.

While Harry was surprised to see the little girl he teased on the bus at that time.

" So, you're Om Rudi's son?!" ghavi asked spontaneously without frills. Especially considering their less than good meetings.

Somehow, after knowing Harry's son Om Rudi, Ghavi's feelings began to unsettle. What is this feeling? Could SHE?!