Gondo Flower

Chapter 3: The new resident

The highway boisterous, vehicles passing None of them want to budge, The sound of engines Mutually creating noise in the morning. That year Indonesia first commemorated the Lunar New Year as a national holiday, some areas held a very lively Lunar parade.

Zainal stood on the sidewalk staring at the Hordes of Teens who were making a living at the red light. Every now and then he glanced at his watch while snorting annoyed, It has been an hour passed from what Syarif promised through the telephone line, Zainal began to lose his patience.

A Nokia mobile phone that was trending at his time rang loudly, Zainal connect the call coming from Sharif, They talk like a businessman who is agreeing on the price.

Shortly after his Syarif came, the yellow-skinned young man with a thin mustache greeted Zainal from the top of the Vespa motorbike . Zainal did not respond and immediately climbed onto the still smoky motorbike.

...***...

"Jek nesu Kowe?" (still angry with you) said Sharif who compensated for Zainal's path.

"Jare an hour, tibak e sedino Asu," (It was an hour, apparently a day)

"Yo ora sedino also Nal"(Yes not a day also Nal)

They headed to a coffee shop on the side of the road that is not too crowded, Sharif's subscription place since the beginning he lived in this student city.

"Wes is manganese sek ,awak mu iki asline luwe misuh misuh wae ket want , I zinc treatir" (have eaten first, you were actually hungry from earlier angry continue , I'm the deal)

He smiled embracing his little friend, they stepped into the stall that serves a variety of traditional snacks ranging from fried fried food, to cakes steamed wrapped in banana leaves.

Zainal looked around, even though only a small stall of this place was quite clean.

His eyes were fixed on the man who was eating fried rice at the most corner table, he was curious about the woman who was sitting opposite the burly man, Strange enough for the size of an ordinary man, he was curious, he sat straight across from the man without flinching a bit.

The woman tilted her head slightly towards Zainal, her hair blushing, Samar zainal looked at the woman whose face was covered in dreadlocks .One second later he was stunned to see his Flat Face without his Eye Ball.

"Jancok "His fourth attracted the attention of all the people in the room

"Kowe Hippo?" syarif was surprised to hear his best friend

Disappeared.

There was no one there the woman was gone, while the man looked at Zainal with a creepy smile.

The burly man stopped his activities, the rice that was still half he removed the corner of the square table.he stepped closer to Zainal who was still standing still in disbelief.

"Why mas? See mbak Laras huh?" Ask the guy who is still grinning

"Clearned! Whose barrel?" Zainal asked confusedly

"Which sampeyan just saw"

The man smiled as if he knew everything, he took out a worn photo, a beautiful woman who was posing hugging a three-year-old boy.

"This is mbak Laras ibuk e Sampeyan"

Zainal still could not believe the foreign man's words, it could not be a coincidence that he met someone who knew of his past in a public place like this, it was possible that this foreign man had been stalking him for a long time.

Meanwhile Sharif who was still ordering food looked at Zainal from the direction of the cashier table, His behavior was strange, he spoke loudly even though he had no interlocutors. This often happens, which is why Sharif let it go when Zainal started talking alone again.

"Wes ready to rung acting e? " (are you ready yet for acting?)Tanya Syarif Sembari patted Zainal on the shoulder

"Acting your eyes kui" Zainal was upset with Sharif

"La I want lek dudu acting continue opo?"(That was not acting what?) ask Sharif again

"Mboh it's a cok, luwe me".

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In a square room without a bulkhead, Zainal recalled the stranger's words. She knew the woman in the black and white photo, the woman she had been looking for.

Before long the sound of the door creaking, his body reluctantly stood he ignored the door that opened a little.Wangin night enter, Cold and soft. Zainal was forced to stand up, solidifying his still tired legs . Silent.

Where Sharif went, he observed the surroundings there was no whereabouts of his friend.Wind still blows pushing the door more and more wide open.

Something was standing there, behind a peeling wooden door. The figure in a shabby white dress stood firmly revealing a face without eyeballs. Zainal pegged his blood rustling as the figure began to grin at the appearance of rows of teeth that had been eroded pus .

"Ngopo Chocolate?"Sharif patted Zainal's back making her flinch.

"Look you want a zinc ngarep lawang opo?"(What did you see in front of the door?)Zainal asked as he adjusted his breathing.

Syarif was silent thinking about his friend's words, his head was wobbly looking for something. Since then there was nothing there was only a dark yard with trees that were flowering in front of his boarding room.

"Enek mbak mbak want to"

"Melek o wit jambu kae lo"(Open your eyes the guava tree lo) replied Sharif annoyed

"Tenan rip, ngarepe kono ngadeg jejadeg semene duwur e"(Truly Sharif, really Sharif, in front of it was standing straight this high) Zainal pointed at the door height of 2 meters and tried to convince the disbelieving Sharif.

"Nal. wes to ra kakehan kengkunek"(Nal has not much to talk about)

"Yo wes lah nek ra percoyo."(yes I did not believe it) finally Zainal gave up, but anyway explained sharif did not see what he saw.

"Wak mu lo strange, don't want to not ditch i nyauri nor ora"(you were weird from earlier I called the answer call was not)

"Nyelok pie, neng kene ora eneng wong blas"(call how, there is no one here)

"Mu kui moto cataract lek fenananan, wong kuma lumah lumah lumah neng mandinge iso ne ora ketok"(really your eye cataract, that is, from just now lying beside her can not be seen)

Zainal was silent, there was no way he was wrong.This room was empty, there was no one here, even when the figure in front of the door appeared he was completely alone.

His head hurts to think about many things, the past, the present, and the future are interrelated.Zainal gives up, arguing with sharif is useless ,he chose to lay down his body to avoid the question of Sharif's question that has no base at the end.

Syarif prefers to look for fresh air outside the room.