Duren Palm

you are beautiful (Revision)

The clock showed at 4pm.

Five of them changed shifts with other employees. Shasa, Mini, and Kelly had gone home first, while Rianti and Shinta chose to sit in the chair in front of the store.

"That's a tape, yeah. It felt like all the screws in my body were starting to fall out," complained Rianti as he stroked his shoulders and shook his ankles.

Shinta gave a quick glance, astonished at Rianti's sudden remark. "It's a machine" Shinta said. Even a slight rarity came out from his thin lips. Making both ends of Rianti's lips also interested. His friend who is somewhat coquettish is good at improving his mood. Whether it's foggy, dusty even a storm. Shinta is always there to treat it.

"Hehehe .. end I'm tired, Shinta. A day of standing that makes my calf on the widen." Rianti said as he pinched his leg slowly below his knee. Proof that his words are true.

"Thankfully our body was created by God, try if it is made of a machine, we must have been the end for a long time" he said again. Exhaling a soft breath. "It turns out money is hard."

Shinta stopped her activity that had hit her shoulder earlier. Staring at Rianti with a look of disbelief. You are also good at complaining. We've been working for six months, and only this time I hear you like this. Shinta smiled bitterly.

"Everything, anyway. Though in the beginning of our cooperation, the boss is not like gini. But, since the boss is in control .. begh, the store is so rame use really." Shinta pulled the second half of the lip. The boss' handsome face flooded the memories. Makes him unable to hold a smile. Brushed, inflate perfectly.

Rianti shook his head, knowing the head of his best friend. Must be halu again. Present, Neng ... do not look for disease why?" Rianti sat in, told like anything Shinta's stay would not change. And when he wanted to advise Shinta, suddenly Rianti's phone vibrated and the name 'busy' was written there.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am," said Rianti.

Roxnat, Ri. How are you, son. The voice of the Goddess was heard quietly across the phone.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy" replied Rianti.

Oh yes, Ri. Sunday can be back tomorrow, right? The plan is to make a small event for you. How, can?

Rianti was silent for a moment. Pressing his lower lip. Confused about whether or not. "Tomorrow Riri try permission same boss first yes, Buk. Riri will be back."

Oh, yeah. I will be told Ibuk. You're fine there. Take care of your health and do not macem.

Hearing the mother's advice made Rianti slightly miss that figure. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Yes ... I also take care of my health, greetings to my father. Assalamualaikum."

Rianti immediately disconnected the call, stuffing his phone back into the backpack.

"Why?" asked Shinta who was astonished to see Rianti's slightly changed face.

"Mom told us to go home, Shin. He said he wanted to do a small show for my birthday. About the same permission, haikal, right?" Rianti returned moody.

"Ease ajalah. We've never asked for a day off" Shinta replied expectantly.

Both of them went back to silence until Haikal finally came out of the store and threw a smile at them. The smile that made Shinta seem to forget status and age.

"Eyes, eyes .. please conditioned." Rianti said as he pinched Shinta's shoulder. Trying to resuscitate his best friend who is like a hypnotist.

"Eh, yes .. yes ...." Shinta chuckled lightly.

"What do you like about Haikal?" ask Rianti full of investigation. Though with the beautiful face of Shinta, he can date any man. Recently, a student declared her love. But unfortunately rejected by Shinta.

"Keep, what are you doing? Don't you not like guys?" Shinta's gaze was full of searching.

"What the hell. Who doesn't like cute guys. My heart's eyes are still normal. Just, which guy wants to be the same ugly girl and short rich me." Rianti returned moody. Subjecting his gaze while squeezing his black backpack.

"Hust! Can't say that. It's called not grateful, even though we are created short, but still we are given health with a complete body," said Shinta, patting his best friend's shoulder slowly.

"At the same time you are beautiful. You rarely smile. Try it, life is not too stiff, smile often, because the smile also includes worship" explained Shinta again. Pulling both ends of his lips. Stand up and hold the two little shoulders of his best friend. "Inget no, when we were in school you were shot by a classmate, it proves that you have a special attraction" Shinta said while trying to remember their past.

Rianti exhaled violently, staring at the orange-colored afternoon sky. "Shot was shot, but there was no continuation. They are all like swallowed up by the earth, even Amir ...." Rianti said with a trembling voice. His eyes began to glaze over and before long the chunks of the waterfall freely from his eye fertilizers. Rianti nodded, covering his face with the palm of his hand.

"Don't insult dong. Please ..." sorry Shinta. He did not expect his words to open up the bitter memories of Rianti. He hugged the skinny body of his best friend, patting him slowly. "I'm sorry ...."

"Where to go to the Mall." Shinta said after Rianti's stuffing subsided.

Rianti just nodded, took the helmet and immediately put it on.

****

On the other hand, Semarang City. Two men were sitting in the dining room. They are Mahendra Abbas and his son, Ardi.

"Dad set a date for you later this afternoon. I hope you like the candidate you chose." Mahendra said after downing the water in the glass. Staring intensely at his only puppet son who was enjoying his food.

"No dad, I don't want to" said Ardi briefly. Put down the spoon and reach for the glass that is nearby. Encourage the leftover food that is still in the mouth.

"When do you want to live alone?" Mahendra looks disappointed, his bead eyes that I love imply sadness because of the rejection that his son always wilted. "Forget Stella and get on with your life" Mahendra added.

"Didn't Dad all this time by himself. So leave me alone, Dad." Ardi. Putting on a flat face, looking into his father's shady eyes.

"But, I used to have you, Ardi.

So as much as possible I tried hard for you ...." Mahendra took a long breath. "You, yes," Mahendra persuaded, making Ardi so unwell and finally nodding in agreement. All right, this is just an ordinary meeting, Inner Ardi.

Before long Ardi's phone rang, there was an incoming message and there were also some photos there. A message that made him thin his lips.

Mahendra who saw the rare incident also smiled, not because Ardi agreed to a blind date that he arranged, but because he had seen back the smile on the face of his long-lost son.

"Okay Dad, I'll go home first. Then just send me the address," said Ardi jembil grabbed the key of his car on the dining table.

Ardi went to the exit while occasionally looking at the photos on his phone. For some reason he was unceasingly smiling, making the servants and gardeners wonder.

"That's why, Jum? How to walk with a smile?" ask Minah to Juminten, her professional friend.

Juminten shrugged both of his shoulders, shaking his head. "Don't know."

"Yes, yuk. We continue to clean up in the kitchen, big master and young den also finished eating," Juminten asked Minah.