ARETTAS

COFFEE SHOP

That night I left the house on foot. His mind was far away somewhere. He could not imagine what had happened to him. Feelings of guilt, regret and fear, mixed into one.

His steps were shaky, while his hair was a mess. Because from earlier, I was not stopping grabbing her hair.

Suddenly the sound of the motor stopped my father's steps.

"Where are you going Kasim ?" Said the motorized man who stopped right next to Dad.

"I don't know, I'm giddy, pa." Said the father who kept pulling his hair.

"If so, come with me !" Said the motorized man.

Without thinking for a long time, my father immediately boarded the motorcycle of the man who was none other than his coworker.

The motor drove quite fast, down the asphalt road and dark night. Until after passing through several villages that are quite far away, the motorbike stopped at a very closed stall. The lighting is not so bright either.

The father who was not in his mind at that time, immediately followed his friend into the stall.

How wonderful father when found the condition that is inversely proportional to the condition of the stall.

How not, the shop looks from the outside is just an ordinary shop that sells a variety of coffee and snacks to taste.

While on the inside there are various kinds of things that I have never seen before.

A series of alcoholic drinks with various brands, ranging from the cheapest brand to the most expensive brand.

Not to mention the sexy women who are deliberately provided specifically to welcome guests who come.

"Please choose Kasim sir, whatever you want. I was there . . ." Said a father friend who had embraced a sexy woman with her skimpy clothes, and soon passed to a chair located in the corner of the room.

Dad just swallowed his saliva, and still kept thinking.

"This one is !" Father then pointed to a woman who was about twenty years younger than him.

The woman was dressed in tight black, with her cleavage slightly open. His thighs were intentionally left open. Only a little cloth was left covering it. Blazing red lips, with curls left to unravel. Not forgetting the super thick makeup.

I chose a chair not far from my friend.

"Whose name are you ?" The woman opened the conversation.

"Call me, Kasim sir." Said father after sipping black coffee freshly ordered.

Dad's heart dig dug not only because, not only facing the young woman in front of him, but still thinking about the incident at home earlier.

"What job ?" Say that woman again.

"I'm a security in a warehouse. I also have a wife and a daughter." Father say.

"Oh gituu. . . If you have a wife, why are you here ? Is it not the duty of a wife to serve her husband ?" Said the woman.

"That's it, I again have the same problem as my wife. She was angry, seeing that there was a lipstick in my uniform." Said Dad sipping his coffee again.

"That means it's your fault dong, tell me who doesn't look neat." Answer the woman cynically.

"I mean ?" Ask plain dad.

"Yes, try it with me. I'll teach you later to be able to maen neat." Said the woman while bringing her lips closer to father's ear.

I shuddered to hear it. How not, the woman he just met could behave like that. Even the name, I don't know.

"Oh yeah by the way, whose name are you ?" Said Dad switching the conversation.

"Call me Karin." Said the woman who had not removed her eyes from the eyes of the father.

"You have a child ? How can it be in rich gini ?" Ask dad curious.

""I mean ?" Ask me, I'm getting curious.

"I'm divorced from my husband, because my husband is caught playing crazy with other women. And worse, it's all done in my own room." Saying Karin again.

DEG !

Dad's heart was racing hearing Karin's explanation. He did not expect, if the life of the woman beside him was very sad. Father spontaneously grabbed onto Karin's shoulder, and placed Karin's head on her shoulder. Karin slowly starts to shed her tears.

"Please, I'm sure you're a great girl."

Said father while wiping Karin's cheeks that had been wet because of her tears.

"Yes, thank you Mas Kasim." Said Karin with hands that began to wrap around my father's waist.

DEG, DEG

Dad's heart is beating fast. Never before had a new woman known to him done that. Even as he remembered earlier, he had Karin call him 'Pa', why is it now 'mas', he thought that was starting to erratic.

Meanwhile, my father saw the friend sitting right next to him, drinking. Occasionally peppered the woman who was beside him.

Father turned his gaze to Karin who was still hugging her waist spoiled.

"It looks like I'm just going home, maybe my wife's same son is waiting at home." Said father removing Karin's hand from his waist.

"Such a big cepet mas anyway ? Are we talking again ?" Spoiled Karin.

"But I have to go home !" Said father firmly.

Karin tried to understand. Because after all, the person who was beside him was still the husband status of people.

"Yes, if so, to mami first but yah ?"

Saying Karin again.

Karin then waved at the middle-aged woman who was near the entrance.

"What is one cup coffee ?" Said father when the middle-aged woman called Karin was standing before him.

"So it's all two hundred thousand." A woman called Mamih.

"Just one cup of coffee, two hundred thousand ? Very expensive ?" Said Dad while taking out two pieces of money a hundred thousand from his wallet.

"The coffee is ten thousand, the cost of talking is one hundred and ninety thousand." Said Mamih while moving the fan that could not be separated from his hand.

if you know gini, I am whatever Karin. Honey, expensive ga in what-apain

Mind father with his evil thoughts.

Not long after that my father left the coffee shop that some time ago has restored his mood. Her shadow still remembered Karin, a young woman who was willing to do anything for the happiness of her son. Even if he had to sacrifice his own pride.

Suddenly I thought of Aretta, the little girl I love so much. The girl he wanted after a long marriage.

"A, Aretta. You must be sleeping now, son. I'm sorry your father this is what's going on like this, son." Dad's deep in his heart.

Before long, Dad stopped a motorcycle that passed him.

"Pa, ojek ." Said Dad immediately on the motorbike he stopped.

Dad did deliberately go home alone, because he did not want to interfere with the pleasure of his friend.

On the way home, all I thought about was Aretta. Because only her little girl is the only reason to go back home. It doesn't matter if you still berate it. All for Aretta.