
Rehan is still twirling his spoon in a glass containing ginger wedang still warm, his favorite drink since childhood was spread the fragrant aroma of grilled ginger and sweetness of milk into one.
It did not feel like time was so fast, like the whirring of a bullet fired by an unknown sniper would pass in front of him, without warning, seconds, minutes, hours, hours, passed stringing days into months and unwittingly turning into years.
And it has not felt almost three months, since his last meeting with Rena as well as his departure when he spoke will be edited by the man of his parents' choice, he said, but no matter the span of time spread the distance and increasingly far, even though the memories he had tried to bury deeply, but the memories were sometimes always sticking back, even his love did not decrease in the slightest, even though the pain is still felt.
"Hey Kang has been waiting for a long time?" zahra just arrived.
"Ah not just ten minutes ago, what message would you like?" tymphal Rehan.
"Hmw... Sweet tea angel only dech,"
"Mom... The sweet tea is one," cried Rehan to the mother of the vendor of drinks and the various wet cakes. Indeed, since the last time Zahra visited his temple, Rehan was curious about the woman's speech at the end of their conversation.
So by gathering courage, Rehan asks to meet the next night, and he deliberately makes the scenario as if met accidentally when Zahra was on duty at the village hall posyandu, and now here he met at one of the angkringan near the town of the sub-district, to speak with the midwife.
"So please start the interrogation?" zahra smiled after sipping some sweet tea.
"Huh?" the young man in front of him was shocked.
"Didn't Kang Rehan want to ask about that last speech two days ago right?" said the woman who always wears a blue-colored hijab, while supporting her chin with her two hands, whether she likes blue, I don't know only she and God who know, as the intent of her speech just now.
"How did Teh Zahra know that I was going to ask that question?" rehan said in a slow tone.
"Hmw... Since the Zahra Tea has already guessed it, so I just get to the point, who exactly is the Zahra Tea and what does it have to do with Rena?" rehan asked curiously.
"Well I'll be honest, I'm her best friend Rena and I also know the relationship you two have with her, I also saw what happened to Kang Rehan at Rena's birthday party a few months ago" Zahra explained.
"So what is the real purpose of Zahra Tea? was that Zahra Tea told by her extended family Rena to keep an eye on me?" timpal Rehan began to accuse.
"No, I've never even known Rena before, because Rena never told me that she came from the Wijaya family and we just found out that Rena came from the capital's noble family, when he invited us to his birthday a few months ago,"
"Rena herself told me to stay here, she was worried about Kang Rehan's situation after he left someone who loved her so much" Zahra said.
"Why, does he want to know? isn't she happy with someone she's equal with?" rehan asked curiously.
Zahra just sighed softly, "Ah feeling is still a feeling, that feeling will not be easily eliminated right? you are the ones who know the most, but you two are too much into concocting uncertain prejudices, Rena for example she is too anxious and hesitant when she wants to reveal the reason, as well as Kang Rehan himself, he said, seems afraid to ask Rena, afraid of hearing something painful? you met before the wedding, right?"
"Yes, but I realized something, it turned out that I was chasing after Rona at dusk, I had not been able to reach hope to reach it, but the wild wrapped it with the darkness of the night," said Rehan Lirih.
"Kang Rehan knows, what is most beautiful when the moon is about to shine? Praying for the full moon, when the colors of Lembayung Dusk begin to dim swallowed by the dark of the night, as well as Rena, she always wishes Kang Rehan to remain happy, even though you are no longer together," zahra said while still looking at the moonlit sky almost perfectly on this 14th night.
Rehan was only silent to hear the words of the woman who turned out to be a friend of his former lover.
The more the night, the more crowded the visitors, many young people who chat with each other enjoy a Sunday night that is said to be a long night.