FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

PART 140 "Chore Two Cafe"

*Hafizah Palace

"Yuk, we're eating. Let's not spaneng. What do you want to eat? Any other satay wants? I've never eaten a chick, Iz."

As soon as Gus Fakhar opened the car glass, saw a small two-story cafe whose building was luxurious glass-walled, also not crowded enough, the car pulled over slowly. No need to cross the road.

I opened the car door.

I swept away the night view that I had not been able to enjoy for a long time. It's true that Gus Fakhar brought me here. Parked motors lined up. A security guard in uniform sat while coolly blowing smoke into the air. Jedum-jedum pop music is heard all the way out. Asik. I feel like I haven't had a century like this. Blissfully. Without fret.

I see the upper floor is quieter. The seats visible from the outside were all empty. I thought it would be cool to eat there while looking at the vehicle. Also free to look at people who go back and forth from the shopping place, right in front of this cafe.

"Eater eat above?"

I'm looking. I'm lip smacking.

"Under what above?"

"Maybe the above is more comfortable, Gus."

"okay." Gus Fakhar precedes the step.

I watched my clothes for a moment. I matched it to a veiled girl who had just come out with a boy, maybe a boyfriend or a husband. So contrast. Just this time I suddenly noticed my appearance. Why do I feel so tacky aka ndeso once? Gus Fakhar's clothes were finally given to me, but I had never worn them.

"Maybe I'm prettier the next time, huh, if I wear that robe?" my thinking.

My footwear is also just flip-flops. I never cared about my appearance.

"Cock-awkwardly?"

"Oh."

I step.

"Why?"

I'm shaking.

"Tempo?"

"No, Gus."

Gus watched me for a moment. Creasing eyebrows. "You should've worn a robe from me back then."

Gus Fakhar stepped back.

I can't choose which menu is good. The best seller I've never eaten. All the menus are in English. I'm manut. Gus Fakhar ordered the same two menus. Two servings of food, two drinks, and two desserts with different variants. We climbed the stairs to form a L-leter made of teak wood. My left side wall was on handcraft and some abstract paintings. At the top end of the stairs, there are two indoor plants grown in wooden pots. Then, one imitation cherry tree was in the middle of the room. One big fan is on. Spreading perfume room barbau orange. Peace. Only three visitors remained. Two women who had just finished eating passed me, saying hello.

Gus Fakhar steps to the edge of the cafe window that is still open. We sit. Actually without a fan the temperature is cold enough. The wind is pretty tight. Slapping my worried and sad face. There is always a message the wind wants to send me. Told me not to disturb anything. Just enjoy the last night stuff. Someone is trying to make me happy. He now looks at me like he's staring at a favorite. Not as a lover, not as a sister. But, I don't know who. God left her to care for me while I was here.

"Unfortunately the sky went out, yes."

"It's over, Gus."

"Take another shirt, yeah. That shop is still open. I'm still three pairs of pairs."

"Thank you, Gus."

"Don't you call me that?"

I think that sounds disrespectful.

"It's normal, Iz. Santri call his gusah mas. You just aren't used to it. Yes santri here no one calls that."

I just smiled thinly. I don't have any talking materials. Still sad to balance. Sometimes the style of speech is cool, it can also be suddenly spoiled, and even sometimes tempting.

I looked at Gus Fakhar's face. Then, I threw my gaze back on the highway. Not so handsome indeed. But, his skin was very clean for a man's face. No pimples and black spots. A few inches of his pony fell on his forehead. She's got a split hair style in two. The hairline on the right shows a healthy and clean scalp. It's only natural that Ning Ulya is jealous of me. Because the person in front of me has quite an alluring charm. Have a shady look. And, after I noticed it again, her eyelashes were also curved like those of women.

"What was Yazeed talking about?"

"Just write some, Gus."

I better just tell him.

"He said he liked me, Gus." I lowered my voice.

"Where? Like?"

I'm nodding. I turned my face. I'm afraid he can read my face.

"That means he can wait for you for the next few years?"

I looked back at him. "I don't really know either."

"But, Iz, you need to know first who your real father is. He's your walim."

"Yes, Gus. Ning Ulya was such a nice person, huh, Gus?" I was going to lure him. I want Gus Fakhar to think more about his future wife.

"He is good."

"Help of his own?"

"I give the same to YangKuar. The heart of God's business."

"Ooooo." I'm nodding.

Gus Fakhar put both his hands on the table. "I'll give you a gift. I can't wait to see the test results. More precisely can not wait to see the happy expression of Ummik and Abah. And the whole santri's here."

"If I ask for the best, Gus."

"Yes that must be. What God loves is best."

Gus Fakhar was still reluctant to linger discussing his relationship with Ning Ulya.

"Before getting married. Many breakups are sure, Gus." I was going to joke a little. It also intends to restore Gus Fakhar's interest in this theme.

"No. Says who. The next day I'll take you to the convection. Let me introduce you to all the employees." Trying to divert again.

"Ning Ulya together?"

"Ehmm.yes as long as she wants."

"If the njenengan who asked for it would, Gus. If I were, I wouldn't."

"Why is that?"

"It looks like it, Gus."

"She seems like that's why?"

"The agent should probably get even closer to Ning Ulya, Gus."

"You're an experience, huh?"

"That's, Gus?"

She smiles. "Tumben nasehatin love?"

"Hehe."

Food has arrived. Kusruput first warm drink. Feels sensational. I started eating after Gus Fakhar scooped up one meal.

"Eating with family should be immediately scheduled," he said. Swallowed the food, then continued talking, "Here the food is good. I'm just first, Iz, come here."

"I'm not at all, Gus."

"Obviously I'm very fond of you, Iz."

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