Fistfuls

Doubt

"Ndra wants to go to lunch with you?" Ms. Salsa, the only woman in their division, approached Indra who was still busy with her work when lunch break arrived.

"Ah yes Ma'am, follow dong, just two more minutes." Indra turned his head for a while towards Mbak Salsa, not forgetting to present her sweet smile.

"Ndra, actually you are very sweet, especially if you smile. Plus dimples your cheeks that you know, if I had not married would have had a crush on you Ndra," Indra was not surprised to hear the praise of Mbak Salsa, Indra, every day she always said the same thing.

"But dear Jones," Reza who had just returned from the toilet also replied. Salsa's thunderous laughter filled the room.

"Mending my jones, rather than macarin the boy who just entered High School, will be mistaken for pe dofil." Indra approached the two co-workers.

Reza clucked, because he is currently in a relationship with a girl who has just entered High School.

"Don't you guys, it's always. Kasian Adi has been waiting too long in the lobby. Let's go now." Salsa's brother preceded the two young men who continued to argue until they reached the bottom floor.

It is no secret that the private affairs of the four of them, precisely the three of them, because Mbak Salsa is more closed than the three young men who became his colleagues. Even the matter of Indra's love for her step-sister they all know. Of course it starts from the manager's joke and makes Indra forced to tell stories.

It is not like they choose to eat out of the office. The reason for that was because they had only received a salary two days ago and occasionally wanted to enjoy a more tempting lunch.

It did not take long they had arrived at a cafe recommended by elders, who else if not Mbak Salsa of course.

Just as they entered the cafe, Indra's forehead creased when she found someone she knew, sitting pensively alone, even the face implying a sadness.

"You guys order first, I want nyamperin temen." Indra passed by leaving the three of them towards someone he knew so well. The mature-skinned young man first noticed and confirmed back if what he saw was a person he knew. After being sure, he immediately greeted the person.

"Meta?" sapana.

And the man in the greeting turned towards the source of the voice, "Indra? What's here?" tanya Meta was astonished by Indra's sudden presence.

"I should ask you why are you here? With that pathetic face?" Indra sat in front of Meta, the girl forced a smile, of course Indra realized that.

"Nothing Ndra, again want to find fresh air," he said still with a forced smile.

"Alright, I won't make Lo for the story. But I also can not nemenin Lo here continue, I have to work again, how.." not yet Indra finish the sentence Meta first interjected.

"No need to bother Ndra, I'm fine. You do not have to worry," said Meta assured Indra.

Of course Indra did not believe Meta's words, he also could not bear to see the girl like a missing person. He knew exactly that Meta had no brothers in the city, because his parents were from outside the island.

"As a friend, I'm certainly worried about seeing Lo rich gini, where alone again. Now Lo come with me home, at least Lo can tell the same Gita, if you don't want to tell me the same story. He must have been seneng if Lo came." Indra had stood up even before ordering food or drinks, he had forgotten his worms who were playing music in his stomach.

"This time I maksa. Come." he said again after seeing the eyes of Meta who seemed to reject his wishes

Finally Meta agreed to the young man's request, maybe true what Indra said, he better tell what he felt to his best friend Gita.

"Mbak Salsa, let's come late. And ask tong pasapin one take to the office. I want to fuck him." Indra pointed at Meta with her eyes.

"Sorry Ma'am Salsa later together with Adi, let the pe dofil take a taxi." Reza looked at Indra full of frustration, he also regretted why he had not brought his own vehicle.

"Be careful with Ndra's child" said Sister Salsa, as if she knew what was going on with the girl.

The two left the cafe, after thanking Ms. Salsa. Indra rode his motorcycle at more speed, because it took a little while to get to his house. Don't want to come to the office too late of course.

"Lo just went into Gita's room, waiting for her to come home. Gita said she'd come home soon." Indra escorted Meta to the front door of the girl's room.

"Udah is nothing, Gita would have no objection. I have to go to the office again, if you need anything there's Miss Yuni downstairs, I'll go first." Indra leaves Meta after making sure the girl goes inside Gita's room.

Although in doubt, Meta entered the room and lay down on the soft mattress inside. This is the second time he has entered the room of Gita in this house.

The young man with a height of one hundred and seventy-three centimeters again darted through the streets of the city that was a little slow, he breathed a little relieved because Meta was already in his house. He knew a little about the girl's life.

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"Sister, have lunch first. It's past lunchtime, surely Brother is hungry, right? I do too" said Gita when she opened the car door. They had just arrived at Gita's house, after traveling for over an hour.

"All right, I'm down and I'm having lunch here,"

Both of them entered the house together, but the house looked as quiet as when they left earlier.

"So don't wait in the dining room, I'd like to call my friend in the room." Gita leaves Salman still standing in the living room.

Salman did not go straight to the dining room, he preferred to sit on the sofa in the room. More comfortable than in the dining room.

Gita went into the room, found Meta sleeping with his peace. He also stopped waking up his friend, and chose to go outside the room again after putting the bag he had brought.

"Where are you friends?" salman asked when he found Gita coming down from the second floor without his friend.

"He's sleeping, I can't make you wake up. Let's have lunch first." The gita goes into the dining room first, prepares the food first. Because if during the day like this, food is not directly served on the dining table, because rarely there is lunch at home, except holidays.

Salman noticed that Gita was pacing back and forth preparing food for the two of them, imagining that if they were married, he would see the scene every day at home.

"Do you want to use Sis?" the question that was thrown from the lips of Gita made Salman wake up from his delusion.

"The same as fried fish" replied Salman.

"This is mushroom SOP, Brother want?" the question is to make sure because he does not like plants that are not chlorophyll when it has become food, according to him the texture of the fungus is strange and the taste is also strange, he was surprised by people who liked the cuisine of processed mushrooms, such as the Mama.

Salman nodded.

Both of them enjoy the food is calm, without any jokes there is only a little chat.

After the meal, Salman accompanied Gita first, and he said goodbye when Gita's best friend came down from the second floor. Make room for them both to talk.

"Where are you going after this?" ask Gita when she takes Salman to the front of the house.

"Go home, but later tonight I think I have to go to the hospital, at least until the hour as clear as it is. I'll call you when I get home" replied Salman.

"I'm home, baby." Salman hugged Gita briefly and landed a kiss on the top of the girl's head.

"Be careful, brother." Gita waved her hand as Salman's car started to run.

The girl sighed since after Salman's car disappeared behind the gate of her house. Somehow the doubt re-emerged maybe after the incident a few days ago. Though he was already convinced by the young man after they got engaged. But somehow the doubt returned to the taste.

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