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Finding Warmth

Renjana Kanya's

During dinner, so much conversation happened. Starting Mas Hanung who suddenly melow because Mbak Sinta who works as a pilot, must be a flight abroad when the world is shocked by the discovery of a new virus, the world, up to Araz's uneasiness about the working women he met while covering batik in my area. Their chatter was so warm that I who was just a listener did not feel bored.

Sometimes they ask my opinion about what they are saying. Like how I think about working women, to cases that have been trending lately. Not spared the issues that began to spread about the implementation of the Oscar and who is about the winner candidate. Also the films are due for release this year and are still dominated by the face of one of the country's best actors. Who else if not Reza Rahardian.

Yeah, well, that's our random chat about a lot of things. Including the problem of flooding that is always a subscription to the capital every year, until the social gap that occurs between the rich and the poor when the hydrometeorological disaster hit a special area of the capital. Now even some areas in Jakarta are still flooded and make the work of the journalist more piled up.

"The city's mother has moved to Kaltim, Nya. Move on dong lo" commented Mas Hanung suddenly as I called Jakarta the capital. I just laughed.

Ah, it's strange to know the fact that the capital was moved to Borneo. Although the transfer of the capital has been officially decided and the design of development has been determined by the concept of Nagara Rimba Nusa through the results of the competition, I still think Jakarta with all its contents remains the center of the solar system in this country. Yeah, some kind of sun.

After dinner, Mas Hanung invited to move places in front of the television. Abi began to get sleepy after dinner and heard the chatter of three adults - or maybe two (because I was not as mature as it seemed), who talked about the country with all its polemics. While Araz was busy with his dough making churros. When I offered to help, the man kicked me out of his kitchen.

"Don't look, I use magic when cooking. Later my magic tells me if it gets caught," joked Araz with a warm smile. He pushed my body out of the kitchen.

"Well, what spell do you use? There's magic for your ex lupain isn't there?" godaku turned back, but it made Araz's face turn sad.

"There, you need a cyanide spell or something" said Araz Jutek, no longer as warm as before. He was busy with his churros.

"Huh, dead dong?"

"Yes that's what the ex is for, having to die in the mind if it's just painful memories."

"That's Pram's words, Mas. A learned man must have done justice since in the mind, what else is done. Human Earth. Why be an ex?"

"That's what I asked first."

Instead of complying with Araz's request, I sat in the man's front dining room chair and watched him make churros. His white face, but not likely to pale look charming when focusing on his kitchen utensils. I subconsciously smiled as I observed the dazzling creation of God.

Could it be that he was happy when he created Araz? Why is all form of perfection almost attached to it? How not, his face is beautiful, his attitude is so warm, smart, kitchen affairs are okay, and when reading the book can thrill people who hear it. A kind of special package in the choice of food stall menu. What else is lacking?

"Boyfriend Mas Araz must be seneng yes, can every time masakin. Five-star feeling anyway," my chirps made the man's focus distracted. A smile spread across his face.

"Where do you want to try to be my girlfriend so I can make it every day?" araz asked without the slightest burden when saying it.

"Eh?"

"Haha... You're funny, every time asked a rather serious thing must be immediately clumsy. I'm joking with him, but the first invitation was serious. If you want to know."

Take the tempo first? Which does that mean? Ah...

My face was hot when I realized Araz's intentions. Unfortunately, the man just smiled while looking at me. How could everything he said be so casual as if it was without a burden? I can only misbehave and not know what to do.

"Haha... I swear, you are funny. 'And I told you that time, there was still plenty of time to think about my invitation. Just relax. We don't know each other yet, do we? So relax a few times."

"Eh, how does Mas Araz love to cook?" I asked to divert the suddenly awkward atmosphere. The man is still busy with his churros dough which is now starting to be put into the frying pan.

"Udah habit since college for living alone. Papa same Ama moved to Bandung when I was third semester. Yes, you don't want to be able to dong if you want to save."

"Hmmm... Didn't Mas Araz ever tell you that his parents live in Solo?"

"Eh, you remember?" araz asked while looking at me. I just nodded in response to her question. "I don't think you're interested when I tell you. I used to live in Solo, but I didn't live with Papa and Ama. Papa is always moving his duties. So I was entrusted to the house of Uncle - his sister Papa, until Junior High. I don't want to move around the trus."

Araz looked at me who was focusing on his movements frying churros. Araz's hands were so deftly scissoring the dough of the Spanish cake in a frying pan. Then continue the story.

"Papa Mas Araz the cop?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Hemm, isn't it a lot of debate when Mas Araz is still in the daily newspaper?"

The man laughed. Like remembering a funny thing when I asked him about his relationship with his father.

"Every day. Even before the work in the newspaper also every day must be a debate. What else was it when I was a student. Biasa, young people who pretended to be activists."

"Well, how about a demo? Araz wasn't told to go home with his papa?"

"Haha... Once dong, the demo happened to be Papa came to the field for security. We're facing each other. He was an officer and I was a student who voiced the screams of the people. When things started to go wrong, I was the first person Papa had arrested and taken to a police station. He's also the one who interrogated me by military means."

"Wow, I can't imagine that. Trus now, Papa Mas Araz is still on duty?"

"No, Papa is retired now, and they live in Bandung. Closer to my sister's grave, too."

"Oh, sori, I don't know that." I stopped when I saw Araz's face turn cloudy when I told him about his sister.

But the man immediately returned a smile and held out a plate filled with churros to me after offering a refined sugar topping or chocolate jam. I chose chocolate jam.

"Where, good?"

"If I say it's good, can anything else do for me?" I asked by showing a hopeful face.

"Take all gih. I'll give you a jar for a place."

"Seriously? Thanks to Araz."

Araz laughing. His eyes narrowed even more and made him so mesmerizing in my eyes. What's more, the fine lines around his eyes are increasingly visible when he laughs. Suddenly I remembered Almira's words and the man's offer while at D'caffe some time ago. Am I ready to hand over the keys of my heart to someone else and allow him to see how shapeless my heart is?

Quickly I threw that thought out of my mind. I don't even know Araz much closer. If that man is the one who can heal the wounds in my heart, I don't want him to be just an escape. Because there's still one name I have to get rid of permanently.

"You are getting more familiar, until you forget that there are still others. Where's my part?" Mas Hanung's voice made us simultaneously turn towards him. "Eh buset, even noleh already compact lo on. How did he, pantes did he become your future husband? I assure you that none of the track records are flawed. Well most when he was rejected in High School until he had the nickname Aldo anyway."

"Eh Monkey, I need to make the same calculation. How wonderful you tell me about Aldo's call."

"Lah lo own bodo, acquaintance instead of calling the name even call the nickname. Is it my fault that Kanya called you Aldo?"

I laughed at the quarrel between Araz and Mas Hanung. I enjoyed the churros more. Occasionally laughing as their feud grew more intense.

"You too, why not confirm to me the truth of the story first? It's going to be spread to other people" Araz's protest almost choked me.

"Kok I followed the target too anyway?"

"Yes you're a journalist, the time can not be confirmed first, but it's been trusted that way," said Araz grumbling. Obviously if he is upset when reminded of the annoying events of the origin of Aldo's call. Her expression was so adorable when she pouted. Instead of feeling guilty, I laughed. "Eh even laugh at the boy. Lo gini's men really Nung. Not much different from the boss."

Araz's grunts were greeted with a hug by Mas Hanung who was immediately pushed by the man.

"Far away from me" said Araz increasingly upset. Mas Hanung laughed a lot.

I smile at the smile. Being between these two men made me feel a warmth. It quietly became a positive energy that made me want to keep moving forward. Even the remnants of regret and lara that yesterday had strengthened, began to erode little by little.