DOWRY 33 THOUSAND
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This morning, the sunlight was already shining into Rara's room with the warmest light. Since night, the hordeng that covers the window of his room was not closed tightly until Rara woke up earlier to perform prayers.
Now his eyes have opened wide and looked towards the ceiling of the room and moved to lie on his side and stared at the window until the warm sunlight hit his face and part of his body until it felt warm.
His tiny hand grabbed the phone that was on the nightstand and opened the phone screen. His fingers automatically open one singing application that several months have become his candlestick. Not to sing or play in the singing room but to open the inbox from Rafli that has made him comfortable in recent weeks.
As usual, a very sweet morning greeting was already in his inbox. Rara's world was above the clouds. Every morning always smiling sweetly with a sense of happiness. Though the content of the chat is simple and ordinary, but this all still considered Rara to be something extraordinary and special.
Not long the phone rang, and the name of Dyah was there.
'Tumben Dyah's phone? What's up, huh?' batin Rara while staring at the screen of her phone to understand the phone connection from Dyah. Rara's feelings are not good, like something is going on with Dyah, her best friend.
Rara's finger gently rubbed the button on her phone screen and connected it to Dyah's phone.
"Assalamualaikum, Yes, Dy? What was? Tumben is still early in the morning? Usually still bother with Cantika and Mas Hendra?" rara asked with no guilt.
"Waalaikumsalam" replied Dyah slowly. His voice trembled and felt sad heartbroken while a mouthful of crying.
"Dy's? You cried? why Dy?" ask Rara worriedly. Rara immediately got up from her sleep and stood towards the window of her room which was translucent directly into the highway.
Dyah simply fell silent and remained bemoaned his grief this morning.
"Dy's? You why? You're okay, right?" ask Rara again who began to feel worried about the state of Dyah.
It's not usually like this. I have never felt sad until I cried like this. Even when Cantika went to the hospital, Dyah was very strong. Do not appear the slightest look of sad, anxious, worried and confused, because Dyah type is a cute woman when the original is very attentive. Cold and tomboyish attitude terjankan she is a woman who does not have a heart, but instead Dyah is a loving and loyal woman with friends. Anything will be done to defend his best friend if bullied or despised.
"Ra .. Where are you?" asked Dyah suddenly in a slow voice and a little hoarse.
"I'm in lembang Dy, but this afternoon it's back to bogor kok," replied Rara innocently and a little anxious with the state of Dyah.
That's a desperate woman. Sometimes his anger is often out of control, if we as friends or people closest to him can not help him to reduce his emotions.
"I'm going to Bogor. I'm maunginep in your house, Ra. Tomorrow I take my leave" said Dyah slowly.
Rara knew, Dyah, her best friend was in a very big trouble. Maybe there is something that Dyah wants to tell Rara as his best friend.Dyah rarely tells about his personal life, not never, ever, because indeed the household with Mas Hendra is so perfect that no maslah appears as a test in the journey of building his household. Dyah's marriage age may have been five years less.
"Yes, Ra. Thank you, I want to walk now," replied Dyah lirih.
"Now? The cantika?" rara asked quickly inquiring about Cantika's situation.
"Let's talk about it, Ra. I want the steering wheel first," said Dyah slowly.
"Yes, Dy. Be careful, yes" said Rara slowly.
The phone was unilaterally broken by Dyah. Rara could only remain silent. Just happy to read the contents of the chat from Rafli. And now, get a less delicious kbar from Dyah. although Dyah has not told the problem, but Rara can already read what is being felt Dyah at this time.
Rara rushed to take a shower and tidied herself up to prepare for duty again. Breakfast pgi was delivered to his room and Rara started eating the morning meal.
Rara's car was parked in front of the old villa opposite the hotel. An hour ago, Rara checked out of the hotel and is now waiting for the family who have hired her services to attend the family gathering. As per the schedule given, they will finish at ten this morning and continue the free event.
Rara waits in a coffee shop in the car park.The place is not too big, but it is quite comfortable to just kongkow and enjoy a glass of coffee or warm chocolate while accompanied by a light snack.
Little by little the hot coffee in the cup was consumed. Occasionally Rara is seen blowing hot coffee nikamt with the aroma of pungent coffee makes Rara's sense of smell more spoiled to taste the pleasure of black coffee typical lembang.
"Rome!!" call someone who suddenly came from the side where Rara was sitting.
Rara turned to the origin of the familiar voice in her ear, slightly forgetting who the owner of the voice was.
"Want?" lirih Rara with both lips that spell the name Cantas, but did not make a sound. Rara does not believe in this accidental meeting, everything is like a dream, but it is real.
Cantas approached Rara who douk himself at the table that memahdap the big road. without shame and without any sin, Cantas was sitting in front of Rara who was still holding the hot coffee cup.
Rara's heart degub beats with a beat. To be honest, Rara was very confused as to what kind of behavior.
His hatred had already gradually disappeared during these nearly three years. Rara tried not to get revenge on cantas, but, to return to communication or just say hello, Rara was lazy. Rara already did not want a lot of pleasantries that would even harm herself.
"Hey, how come you see me like that?" ask Cantas quietly who pretends as if there was never a problem at the center of the two of them.
Rara just stared fixedly at Cantas and placed the coffee cup on the table. His perpendicular body began to lean on the back of the iron chair and find a comfortable position. Both of his eyes continued to look at Cantas' face which looked slightly fussy and less tidy.
