Go home

With you I found my world

Renzana Alcatraz

Our steps were light headed to the parking lot. The woman traveled nearly four hours alone. When I asked why not get the driver, he answered so we could enjoy the time together more freely.

"Enjoying freely what does this mean?" my God made the woman's cheeks meet red.

"It's not a strange thing, Mom. It means we can talk more relaxed. More open. No need to be embarrassed or awkward as if escorted by Mr. Ratno."

A faint smile on the corner of my lips. I looked at Kanya's face who looked down in embarrassment as she said that sentence. The woman, at one time looks pretentious to challenge life, sometimes slumped weakly on the ground, more looks stupid and indifferent to the surrounding environment, he said, and will choose to be silent when you are angry or injured, but more shame if you talk about things that are a little offensive about his life.

The various expressions he showed always made me anxious. Especially when he looks down shy when talking about his feelings. Like at the moment. I couldn't bear to not kiss her red cheeks. So without the woman's consent, I hugged Kanya and kissed her cheeks after pinching her in anxiety.

"Mas Araz," he protested with a surprised look as if unprepared for my sudden action. I laugh. Just this time I saw Kanya was shocked by a different matter.

"Why, Honey? Hmmm ... ?" tanyaku make the cheeks Kanya more reddened.

"Ihh .. I'm not a child."

Laughter breaks. Kanya does not want to be considered if she is cute and adorable, but her attitude always makes me want to pinch her cheek.

"It must be a little boy who can be pinched by his cheek."

"Ihh .. even if a child is not allowed. It's good to play pinch-pinch cheek."

"Hemm ... can't be yes, but if it's adorable who doesn't want to pinch anyway?" I flirted with Kanya by pinching her cheek again. The woman scowled and threw her face the other way.

"Not funny, Mom."

Really, teasing Kanya is the most fun thing. Especially if he has started to frown and cringe. I think I just want to tease her more.

"But you're so funny, how's dong?"

Kanya turned her head towards me with a fierce look. This attitude made my smile wider.

"Where is anyone so cute? Araz made it too late."

"You are funny, Kanya. Gemesin. Don't you realize?"

Kanya's gaze grew increasingly fierce. "No. People are not funny" he said, sticking out his tongue.

"Well, don't you want to say funny?"

"Ah, youknow. Back yuk, later in the parking lot thought we were again perverted again. It's not funny that media people appear as news headlines because they are caught perverted," Kanya said while frowning. He looks upset because I've been flirting since.

"Let's say, there's no one here."

"Mas Araz, don't be weird!"

Laughter breaks. How tempting Kanya is now a new habit that is exciting for me. Moreover, the response of the woman always makes me laugh. With him I found a world that had only looked white gray.

"Not weird, Him. What are we doing again? Hayoo ... ."

Kanya. Hiding his reddened face. I-i know. Even though it was dark, I could see it clearly. Her face grew even more adorable as she blushed.

"Yes, go home yuk! But before that, where are we going to eat?" bargain me while starting the car and leave the airport parking area.

"So soon, I have a place I want to go."

Deftly Kanya took the device and opened the map application. Then show a cafe around the Ketintang area. It is quite far away from Juanda. Almost half an hour. But seeing her suddenly hopeful face, made me unable to resist. Though I'm sure, Kanya's stomach must have been revolted asking to be filled.

"No other choice?"

Kanya shook her head in response.

"Why do you want to go there?"

"See the review in medsos nice-nice anyway. Then, I have a mission" Kanya said as she turned her body to face me.

"Mission?"

"Yes, when Mas Araz invited me to the place of Mas Altar with Mbak Senjani, I saw a painting made not the same Mas Altar."

"Yes, and?"

"Well, the answer is in the cafe we want to visit."

"What is the concept?" I focused on the streets and Kanya took turns.

The woman seemed to ponder for a moment before answering my question.

"Hemm, so the cafe is designed at the same time as the painting gallery. I just don't have the Altar."

"Well, the same painting that's in Mas Altar's place, is in this cafe, Mas Araz. It's not the same, but it's the same person. There are some even. That's why I'm curious."

"The painter?"

"No, it's the same painting."

I must have heard Kanya's explanation. I never knew before if she had any interest in painting. Even when I went to the gallery of the Adhyaksa Altar - the famous and rising young painter - Kanya was more enthusiastic about meeting Senjani. Altar's wife is also a novelist. And now, Kanya suddenly took to a cafe far from where we are today just to see the painting intended.

"Okay, we could have gone there, but aren't you hungry? Very good trip. Almost 30 minutes. Can hold?"

"So when I was waiting for Mas Araz, I had time to eat. Well, even though I'm hungry now, but I can still hold it."

"Hemm. Deal yes, we're going there."

"okay."

She smiled when she heard my answer. The smile of the woman is contagious. The corner of my lips is expanding. Kanya's smiling eyes made me fall even deeper. Anything as long as it made the laughter continue to be etched on his lips, I would do it. For with him I found the world I had been searching for.

***

The neon box read Omah Kayoe greeted us as we got out of the car. The building is 100 percent wood. Even if the cafe usually has glass bulkheads, not with Omah Kayoe. Including the cafe floor.

Next to the entrance was a small pond with a gurgling of water. Colorful koi swim quietly in their homes made of natural rocks. The interior of the cafe looks simple with a circular chair table. There is also a rectangular shape with a long chair. Even so, the cafe still looks crowded. Maybe because the place reminds us of a comfortable home.

When we first entered the cafe, we could catch a painting that was installed behind the cashier table. I can recognize who is the creator of the painting entitled Rest with his distinctive style in playing pastel colors.

"This, Mas Altar's painting?" ask Kanya who is now walking beside me. The woman also seemed to easily guess who the painting maker was displayed behind the cashier table.

"Yes, it looks from the color play" I said, holding Kanya's hand to find the remaining seat.

We chose a chair on the outside of the cafe overlooking the garden. However, before that, Kanya walked around the cafe displaying some paintings of women with slightly severed heads. If not decapitated, surely the face of a female figure depicted only half and from his head described the noise of the city, the forest burned, or the vast turbulent ocean. All are female and only half are depicted.

He remained silent for a long time in front of each painting. As if dragged into the imagination of the painter. There are seven paintings with the same feel. I just saw it this time and escaped my observation if the same painting is also in the Altar's place.

Scroll the corner of the signature-embedded canvas. Rinjani. The name was familiar, but I forgot where I had found it.

"Good night, Brother. Can we help you?"

A woman in a cafe uniform greeted us. His laugh was tall and skinny. Although not as tall as Kanya. Her hair was long wavy and her skin was rather exotic. He wore a bandana that matched the color of his uniform. A face that is not foreign. It's just that I still don't remember where we've met before.

"Hmm, we want to see the painting for a while, Ma'am," Kanya replied with a smile from the woman.

"Yes, please enjoy, brother. This cafe is also used as a showroom. I can call you if you want a message."

When she almost walked away, I remembered who she was.

"Do you want to know the painter?" I asked Kanya who was still busy staring at the painting in front of her. The woman looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"Can he really be here?"

Back to asking. It was obvious that he was so enthusiastic. I smiled in response to Kanya's question and called the employee in the cafe uniform who had just passed from before us.

"Sir, sorry to interrupt the timing. Can I have a chat for a second?" I asked the woman to turn her head and frown.

"Yes, how can I help you, Mom?"

"My girlfriend wants to see Rinjani. He was interested in the same painting that was made by Mrs Rinjani. Ma'am, is there time?" I said to surprise him. However, immediately reviewed a friendly smile.

"So, I happen to be a bit loose, too" he replied, taking us to the cafe bench outside and facing directly towards the park.

"Bak Rinjani is the painter?" tanya Kanya was excited without further ado. While the woman who was three years older than Kanya was reviewing a smile while shaking our hands alternately.

"Yes, I paint most of the paintings here."

"Well, how can I, I admire two people at once with almost the same name. Only painter, only novelist" Kanya's comment made me smile.

He did not know, if two people who have almost the same name and admired it, also have a love story with the same person. Adhyaksa Altar. I feel like I am no stranger. It turns out that Rinjani was one of the early painters whose appearance was published by the Altar and I had written his profile for La Fammes.

While Rinjani looks wrong to respond to Kanya's statement about a name. Clearly he knew who the novelist Kanya had mentioned was.

"Yes, maybe it was just a coincidence" Rinjani replied in the end. It seemed like he was covering up the fact that he knew the figure Kanya meant.

"Oh yes Ma'am, I can wonder a little bit about the process of painting Mbak Rinjani?"

"May I be. Just go ahead."

The two women were already close to each other. And, I was just a spectator among them. Even so, I still enjoy my world in which there is Kanya.