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Risma Nabila's.

In addition to icecream, there is another food that I like the most is meatballs. Mama said, when she was pregnant with me, she always craved to eat ice cream and meatballs every day. Because today I want to eat meatballs so I went to Kadipolo meatball cafe. In this cafe the meatballs are large and many are about 10 seeds. The delicacy of the meat cannot be described by words. Anyway delicious tiled.

“Mbak, the meatball as usual huh?” I said order meatballs to the waitress of this cafe.

One more advantage of this cafe, the service is fast. I just ordered, the waiter came to me with my meatballs. Worms in the stomach are impatient to taste the delicacy of this meatball. 

My right hand scoops the noodles and the suun while my left hand stabs the meatball pentol using a fork. I bribe in turn. Hmmm .. yummy. In the midst of enjoying meatball dishes, I felt someone touch my shoulder.

“What the hell is makeup. Disturb people eating meatballs only.” I started nagging. No answer from him. There he poked me again. I don't want to look to the side. 

Now I'm next to a guy who seems to be no longer sing in my eyes. The guy has white skin characteristics, tall, sturdy, his eyebrows thick but unfortunately his face is glowing.

This is the second time I've met this guy. First meeting in a dream last night. I still remember in the dream he had time to say, “I will appear again in front of you at the right time.”

“Eh, yesterday did you say ma I was in a dream that if you appear again in front of me then you will say who you really are.”

“Yes, I showed up again because I wanted to tell you that this is the right time for you to know who I really am.”

“Then so fast katakana. I can't wait to hear it.”

“Actually I was...” the sentence stopped. I'm getting curious, let's dong continue the sentence. 

Suddenly the earth I was walking on at the moment swayed violently. One by one things were in front of me: bottles of sauce, soy sauce, chili fell off the table. Oh, my God, it's an earthquake. Mount Slamet is about to erupt. Screams and cries were heard everywhere. The people in this kace are running to and fro, of course they are busy saving themselves. 

My eyes opened wide. I was dumbfounded when I found myself in bed. And in front of me there was Felis standing with a waistline. “Finally you wake up too. It's been half an hour I bangin lo, but you don't get up-wake.”

Only then did I realize, the great sway was not an earthquake other than Felis who shook the body to wake up quickly. “Eh? That one was just a dream? Wonderful me why try he really likes to appear in my dreams,” I said slowly.

Felis has a special advantage that lies in the senses of the listener. Whatever his closest friend said must still be heard in his ears. “Lo dreamy guy? Sakep is not the guy? What's his name?”

“His face is glowing. So radiant, his face did not look too clear in mat ague.”

“Don't the guys who are in your dream that your soul mate. Grandma said, if we dream of an unknown guy up to twice means he is our soul mate.”

Yeah, I hope that the guy in my dream is my soul mate. He was able to treat the wound of my heart, which was inscribed by Bastian.

“Eh, you yourself why come here early in the morning? Not now it's lo's turn to the morning shift.”

I switched the conversation, not wanting to talk about the guy in the dream anymore. The more I talk about it, the more I wonder about it. 

Felis and I work together in a food product marketing company. Shift I alternated with Felis. If I'm on the morning shift, it means Felis is on the day shift. 

Felis patted his own eel. “Oh yes I forgot to tell you my purpose here. I deliberately leave the office because I want to ngajakin lo come to the seminar.”

“What seminar try?”

“Wait.” Felis was busy tearing through her bag. A second later he pulled out a piece of paper from the bag. A piece of paper was given to me. 

Be present!

Writing seminar at the Mayor Building Solo with speaker Prince Cinta, author of novel Broken Hearts Angel. 

There will be a door and a great gift too! The event took place on Friday’at, March 27, 2015 at 09.00-11.00 WIB.

I rubbed my eyes many times, not believing what was written in this brochure. “Yes, Risma lo is not mistaken. The mysterious writer held a seminar today. Would you like me to go to the seminar?”

The guy in my cheek said that now is the right time to know who he is. What if the guy in my dream was actually the author of the novel Heartbroken Angel. 

To find the answer, I had to come to the seminar.

***

  “Woy, shower don't take long. I'm waiting outside!” shouted Felis.

I grinned the horse, Felis knows that I took a long bath about two days. But for the sake of the mysterious author, I was willing to hasten the bath. I'll make sure fifteen minutes have finished the shower.

***

Being stuck in traffic is the most boring thing in my life after accompanying Felis creambath at the salon. Why is Makai jammed all the way? Don't you know I'm in a time hunt? Tumben-tumbenan Solo city jammed, lest in front there happen something.

When stuck like this, it becomes a sustenance for buskers, beggars, hawkers and Newspapers. Cross the newspaperman to the right of my car. I opened the car glass. “Mas, there is what is ok so stuck?” ask the paperboy.

“There's an accident ahead, Ma'am. His head until it breaks.”

Awake already the cause of this traffic jam. I shuddered in horror when I heard the head of the accident person break. “Yes, God. Hopefully the ambulance car will come soon so the accident victims can be taken to the hospital and not jammed again.” I pray in my heart.

“Mas, one newspaper huh? How much?”

As my gratitude for the newsman giving me info about the accident up ahead, I also bought the merchandise newspaper. “Just five thousand rupiah, Ma'am.”

Then there was a transaction of buying and selling newspapers. “Still, Mbak.” 

The paperboy passed by, I closed the windshield. Huft, boring. What good is it? Felis, who knows he can take this boredom off. “Fel, memenin I chat dong. I was right,” I said. But there was no answer from him.

The feeling from the beginning I was driving the car he didn't make any sound? What's wrong with her? In a car, his mouth never stops talking.

I turned to the side to make sure Felis was alive or not. And it turns out he's sleeping well again. I lost my hope to invite him to chat so as not to get bored. Yeah, I can't wake her up. 

I'm looking for another way to get rid of this boredom. Music, one word that came to my mind. Yes, indeed music does have magic power that can relieve fatigue and boredom.

I grabbed a smartphone, then fiddled with the smartphone to choose what song is good to hear right now. After a long time fiddling with smartphones, finally my choice was the same Malaysian songs. I haven't listened to trendy Malaysian songs in the nineties. I touched Play's writing, on her screen and then put on a headset. 

Lestari's song Tears on your Match Day is singing beautifully in my ears. That song was the first song I listened to.  The music of the song is very mellow, sedu-dayu, the lyrics also touch the heart. 

I don't know why I chose this song. Maybe because the lyrics of the song are exactly the same as I feel, married to someone I love. Ah, I'm upset again. There was always something that made me remember him again. 

I tapped on the steering wheel. Then I glanced at the clock on my right wrist. The hour hand has shown at half-ten in the morning. That means I'm half an hour late for the mysterious writer's seminar.

“Yes, God's blessing I met the mysterious author. I beg you to make this road not to be jammed again.” I pray again in my heart.  

God is loving, loving, and merciful. Because he granted my prayers in an instant. The car in front of me is starting again. I also gas launched the car. “Alhamdulillah, finally no longer stuck. Mystery writer, wait for me. I'll be here soon.”

Just five minutes later my car was on the road again, I increased the speed. Of course to arrive quickly. One more turn. I'll find out who the mysterious author is. As soon as I meet him I'll ask for his autograph and a photo with him.

Suddenly my phone rings. It's a little complicated to take a call while driving a car. I had to wake Felis. "Fel, wake!"

He blinked his eyes. "Why? Is it nyampe?"

"HP I sound tuh. I can't pick up the phone. It's a little complicated while driving."

"Okay, where's your HP?"

"Tuh, in the bag.  The bag's on the dashboard."

"Ris, from nyokap lo. Hello, Auntie. Yes, we are on the road again. There is a seminar event. Huh huh? Mas Bima accident? Okay, we'll be there right away."

I snuck up at Felis. "Seriously Mas Bima accident?"

"Yes, nyokap you said it yourself. Come on, let's go there."

"But it's gonna be a little while longer nyampe his show."

"Lo's more anxious than your own cousin?"

I'm speechless. His words right slapped my heart. I wonder who the mysterious writer is. However, Mas Bima is my cousin's sister. He's been helping me plow PR, comforting me when I'm sad, and always there when I need help. Yesterday I was more concerned with others than Mas Bima?

When the car can move. I'm heading back. "Fel, please text my Mama, ask Mas Bima who is hospitalized.