We And The Unfinished Story
Sunday night with Mr. Dimas Sudjatmiko

I just found out that there are people who are as quiet and as cute as this Mr. Dimas Sudjatmiko.How can he bear not interacting with others for an hour on the half of our trip from the city of C to the city of R.She just busy with his device, every once in a while he will yawn and close his eyes.Tak I deny the heck from earlier I did pay attention to him.But it was nothing more than my curiosity.

"So mbak Shareen is indeed original from the city of R huh?"Mr. Wiryo the man I assessed was over 40 years old who worked as a company driver tried to break our silence.Such as it is not just me who began to feel bored in this car.

"No sir, I was born and raised in the city of T. Here I live with my brother.Pak Wiryo do not need to call mbak, just call the name sir."I answered the question Mr. Wiryo with a little enthusiasm.It would be foolish if Mr. Dimas Sudjatmiko is disturbed by our conversation.But like him he is not affected at all.

"Oooo, Shareen's sister's house is on the street if I may know?"Sir wiryo continued our conversation.

"In the cypress road there are no fir trees at all sir."I started interspersing the conversation with a little joke.See Mr. Wiryo began to chuckle.How about Mr. Dimas, like his is indeed a human who is minimal expression.

Our conversation just flowed.Starting from discussing my age which is still 18 years old,who is still too young to live independently migrating to the city of people.Kuadai at this age I am indeed still unstable.Proven by my feelings are inconsistent and easily wavering.But I still had time to be amazed by personality and kindness Mr. Dimas Sudjatmiko.And today I until misuh-misuh cuss his.

Remembering the incident this morning only because I forgot to turn on the water machine to fill the water reservoir tank when bathing.Indeed before his Mr. Dimas has been reminded,if the shower water machine is turned on to fill the water stock in the village because the water tank if the morning must be empty.Aticipate in case the power off because the generator engine is still in repair.And I am too fun to enjoy my bathing activities forgot to turn on the water machine.Sialnya not how long the Electricity goes out and the Shame of the water in the bathtub stay a little.Can be guessed dong how the look of Mr. Dimas's face changes, who was forced to shower using refillable drinking water.

"Next time if I tell you to do something directly done do not use it later.You know there is no umbrella term before the rain.Yes for events like this.Can not shadow if if the electricity is off until 4 or 5 clock while our water stock does not exist.Other times do not equate you stay in this Mess with you live in your own home."Mr. Dimas who was originally quiet could stretch so long along the memory lane just because of water problems.

I feel that my mistake is not too fatal to hear this seizure makes my heart slightly melt.Lagian of my mistakes is not to make this company bankrupt.Pak Dimas alone is too much.

After a long time he spoke I just said sorry many times.

Without feeling we have arrived in the city of R.And I remember during this two-hour trip Mr. Dimas only said one sentence, That's also he addressed to Mr. Wiryo."Sir, monday we're kind of leaving huh!"

Mr. Wiryo only answered yes accompanied by a nod of his head.

I stood waiting for public transportation to pass by while replying to a message with a friend Rilla during my High School.Suddenly a motor sport stopped in front of me.Kuliat Mr. Dimas who was driving it.Initially I thought he wanted to offer a ride, he said,it turned out that he only reminded me that Monday morning we left for C city at 6 am. And then passed from before me.

This is the pimcab that he said is the best and has always been glorified in the office.What is it with me only he behaves like this.

It's been almost an hour I stood up but tsj there was a single public transport passing by.Perhaps because it's too late.Because tired of standing, you know,I decided to sit on the sidewalk.It would be foolish if people thought that right now I looked like a five-footed beggar.

My eyes were glazed by the glare of the motor light that was fired at me.See Dimas sir on his motorbike but already with a different outfit than he was wearing earlier.Maybe he has taken a shower, has eaten, has been eating,maybe even had time to sleep.While I still use the shirt and jeans that I was wearing this morning.I immediately stood wagging my jeans.

"From that time we haven't gotten any transport yet?"Mr. Dimas took off his helmet while asking me.

"Not yet."I answered briefly not wanting to get stale with him.

"Yes let me take you."Mr. Dimas offered me a ride while starting his motorbike.There was a smile like that plastered on my face and without a second thought I immediately went up and sat sweetly in the piggy bank.

The road started to be congested by a vehicle dominated by two wheels.I just realized that tonight is night week.

Right at the intersection of four Mr. Dimas turned left.

"Well sir, my brother's house will continue not turn left."I asked a little confused.

"Yes I know, only now I lager we eat first yes."Mr. Dimas spoke then stopped his motorbike in front of a meatball stall that was quite crowded with visitors.

I went down and walked following him from behind.Now every meal of this one menu I always remember the tragedy of meatballs that Mr. Dimas treated yesterday.

"Here the meatballs are delicious, there's a tetelan as well.More delicious than yesterday I ever bought for you."Mr. Dimas is like Bondan Winarno the culinary observer.

We sat in a corner, I saw this place of eating is dominated by young children.What is possible because of Sunday nights, I see that the average meal is a couple.

I just realized that Mr. Dimas and I were like a couple who spent a Sunday night together.

"Pak Dim doesn't go with your boyfriend, is it Sunday night?"I asked, and now I'd rather make a short call for her.

Mr. Dimas did not answer my question, he did not seem to intend to answer and preferred to open his gadget.

I did not continue the discussion because our order has also come.I began to taste the sauce its meatballs.Fresh and taste there sweet-sweet.

"No boy?"Mr. Dimas asked while looking at my face.But this time Mr. Dimas spoke while staring at my face with a long duration.

"Enak, it's better than it was then."I replied while nodding my head enthusiastically.As if I agree that he is a good choice of place to eat.See the smile on the corner of his lips.Yes he is indeed really a man with minimal expression.

After eating meatballs, Pak Dimas did not immediately drive me home.He took me around the city of R. This city looks more alive at night, because it is filled with lights along the way.Finally without planning we spent a week together.