Hello, Ex

Hello, Ex!

Coffee shops are not always the main destination to sip the pleasure of the black. Many stop by the Cinnamon Coffee Shop to just enjoy the scenery around the beach.

Salma never objected to that. Their arrival actually gnawed at the bitter memories that had been present in his life. Slowly and surely time manages to get used to everything. Salma is now accustomed to the new life she has.

Dear Ody ….

The spirit of learning, my dear.

A faint smile rose on his lips, after observing the handwriting that had just been etched on a piece of white paper.

Even though Salma has been able to go far away from her past. Memories of the Word figure never disappear from memory.

How to forget, if the figure of Aundy is now more and more similar to the man. His manner, his face, were all similar to the Word. Honestly Salma admitted, forgetting Endra is much easier than the Word.

“Bundaaa!”

"Yuhuu! Wait, Honey!" Hearing the screams from Aundy, Salma hurriedly closed the book in her hands. He rushed down to take his daughter to school.

Arriving outside the house, Salma could see Aundy with a sullen face. Aundy's beauty melted fifty percent when her face was like that. “Aready, Ody?” Salma tried to temper her daughter's anger.

The girl nodded her head. "From now on, Mother!" Aundy answered slowly.

"Alright, forgive your bunda," said Salma, taking the key.

Feeling Aundy was ready, Salma immediately drove his motorbike to SD Negeri Palapa. On the way, Salma tried to improve Aundy's mood. Tempted him with this prank.

"Mother, when is papa coming?" tanya Aundy shifted Salma's orders that originally asked her to sing.

"Don't bother your papa he's busy with his job."

"Isn't the day after the anniversary of my mother's death? Don't you miss Astrid's mom anymore? just like Sabda's father who never missed us?"

"Husshhh, if you don't talk. Ody, you won't know how sad your papa is about your mom's passing. So, don't talk carelessly. We just do the best for Papa Farhan." Salma gulped down a rough spit. "And as for Sabda's father, maybe he's looking forward to your sister's birth. Didn't you say you wanted to have a younger brother soon."

"I don't want a sister like that, Mother!" reject Aundy, firmly. "That means, did Sabda's father lie to Ody?"

"Emh, I don't think so— when you grow up you'll know why this can all happen to us."

The great tragedy of a year ago will never be lost in Salma's memory. Astrid's departure for good also adds to the sadness in Salma's heart. His best friend died in an accident.

Only Farhan and Aundy survived. Aundy was not hurt. It's just that, until this moment Aundy is still traumatized riding in the car. He only wants to travel by motorbike or on foot.

Actually since the tragedy, Aundy never whined, asking to meet the Word. Given its own condition that does not allow to return to Semarang. Aundy can't ride a car or take public transportation. The events of that day will surely continue to haunt him.

“Let's pick up, yes!” salma said as Aundy kissed the back of her hand.

“Jam two, right Mother! Watch out not to be late.”

"Ready, Princess!" Salma gave Aundy a brief forehead. Then let her daughter enter the school.

If asked to miss or not to his father and mother, of course Salma misses everything in Semarang. But, he also did not want to go back to meeting those who had hurt him.

“Astaghfirullah ..” Salma flinched as she rubbed her chest slowly, when she heard the sound of a horn so loud past her. Fortunately, he did not have heart disease. “Basic don't know manners!” his lips saw the minibus car moving away from him.

Salma continued to pull the gas lever, wanting soon to come to control the work of her employees. When I arrived at the store, someone greeted me. The subtle greeting they used to give to Salma.

In the tavern, there was no such thing as a superior or subordinate, they were the team Astrid had given to manage the coffee shop.

Over the past ten months, Salma has been working hard to keep the store standing tall, amid the rise of increasingly popular coffee shops out there. Hopefully what is pursued at this time can still run well.

The clinking sound of the bells drew Salma's attention. Many young people go in to just enjoy coffee or cappucino in that place. Working time has arrived, they are dispersed to serve the visitors present.

While Salma was busy with coffee machines lined up on the table. All day long he kept busy making cakes and coffee. He only stopped when the clock picked up Aundy arrived.

By late afternoon, the shop phone was ringing aloud. Salma rushed to accept, not wanting to lose a customer.

“Hallo, good afternoon, with Cinnamon coffee shop, can anyone help?” Salma greeted her friendly customers.

Three seconds of waiting, there was no sound whatsoever that could be picked up hearing. Salma decided to wait. For nearly a minute, Salma ended the call unilaterally.

“Who, Ma'am?” ask Aruni.

“Maybe the young people who came this afternoon, actually the danger is giving our number there.” Salma pointed to a square board that read the number for the message.

Aruni chuckled softly. “Ya wrong Ma himself anyway?” aruni responded while wiping the table. Towards a maghrib like this, the tavern was still empty of visitors, so they could still relax a little. "Eh, Ma'am I forgot to tell you, Mr. Farhan was on the phone, he said he had just traveled here."

"What?" Salma was surprised, because Farhan's room had not been cleaned at all.

"That, Mr. Farhan's on his way. Maybe till here tonight."

"When did Mas Farhan call?"

"So, Ma's pass picked up Aundy."

Just as Salma was about to go up to the second floor intending to clean the room, the phone beside her rang again. Salma asks Aruni to accept the call, but Aruni immediately refuses. "i'm afraid Ma!"

"Fear what the hell, people both eat rice!" reply Salma. Inevitably Salma took the call. “Don't just be able to do it, if you dare to appear in front here!”

“Hallo, Former!”

Salma's body froze, a thin frown began to appear on her forehead upon hearing the brief greeting from the man opposite the call. He wanted to ask the caller back but—he was confused in what way.

"How are you, Ex?"

Salma becomes convinced of the identity of the man who called her. "Ah, it might just have the color equation of sound," Salma's inner.

"Can I really show up in front of you?"