HERBS
Hope
For almost three months now, every five times a week, Dharma visits the great library of Medan city. The location is squeezed by the icon of the city of Medan makes this library never deserted from visitors from inside and outside the area.
In front of the library is the Maimoon palace. Then a little walk about five minutes later, it will visit the Al-Mahsun Grand Mosque. These buildings are located in strategic positions, and no less crowded than the city square dubbed the multiethnic city.
Dharma always reads the work of an amateur writer named Sachi Mahindri. She is the regional princess author who directs the theater of every show in Medan Cultural Park. He also wrote and self-published and his book is on display at the Regional Library. Dharma loves his sweeping writing style. However, more than that, he goes to the library only to see the girl who made him drift into a stream called love. That is what Dharma assumes.
The first time he met was when Dharma attended the wedding of his close friend. This girl is one of the close friends of his friend's wife. It is through his best friend's wife that Dharma knows where Kavya—his target girl—works.
Every time he had come home from his office, at a micro-finance institution, around the traditional market Suka Ramai, he always took the time to go to the library which he spent fifteen minutes from his office if he took a motorcycle.
At first he only dared to give a smile, and was replied to a smile also by the girl. A month later Dharma greeted him. And then it ends with coming home together.
Dharma always opens small talk when out of the library. Kavya responds occasionally and sometimes smiles amusedly, not even rarely he laughs.
“Do you have another show, Kavya?” ask Dharma, not as usual that contains jokes. This he dared to ask who all people proficient in mode know in which direction the Dharma talk comes down.
“What Mas Dharma wants to ask me out, to ask?”
Kavya's response was beyond Dharma's expectations. It seems that Dharma forgot, who was Kavya's friend. This girl is a friend of her annoying friend's wife.
Dharma laughed. Then nod.
“Then I choose the place?” kavya said again.
Once again, Dharma was amazed by Kavya.
Dharma imparts his motorcycle at a Coffee Shop that he knows the owner of. When Dharma asked why he was taking her to this place, Kavya replied lightly that she loved the person behind her favorite coffee making.
The barista is his favorite. So said the woman. When the Dharma says the coffee that Kavya likes, it kills the Dharma breath. The barista who made the coffee was the owner of this place as well.
Deva Wijaya.
“She is married.” Dharma is cold.
“I already know.” Kavya cheered back.
“You love married men?”
“Married men? The one who is married is right. But women really. Ih, Mas Dharma mah mostly watch soan huh?”
Not far from them Deva and Maya laughed softly because of the absurdity of Dharma. Only then did Dharma realize that the barista Kavya was referring to was Maya Mahindri instead of Deva Vijaya.
The man laughed after saying sorry. Kavya actually wanted to laugh at the Dharma which she thought was funny. But he still has a heart so that Dharma does not feel discouraged.
“Jealous it's really weird huh?”
Dharma was lazy to turn his head because he knew who had just said that. He was sure that soon there would be a squad bullying him.
Maya then puts down a glass containing Kavya's favorite coffee. Without ordering in advance, Maya already memorized the coffee that Kavya will consume. After all, he also free coffee for Kavya every time he comes.
“Happy enjoyed.”
Do you want coffee made by me or my husband?”
Maya turns to Dharma after saying the two words first to Kavya.
Dharma prefers tea to coffee. He does not even like coffee made by Deva or Maya. All the coffee, he didn't like it.
“Air white only.” Dharma answered.
“Yeah! Afraid of not being able to pay or what? I'm free to kok.”
Deva, coming out from behind his wife's body.
Dharma is eager to sew the mouth of Deva that sometimes slightly leaked alus. Deva knew the reason why Dharma didn't order coffee.
“Mas Dharma want me to choose coffee?” Kavya offered herself.
Dharma dilemma. Wanted to nod, not according to conscience. Refuse not to the heart.
“Actually, Dharma does not like coffee,” open Deva. Then the man left the Dharma-Kavya table.
Maya became the mosquito repellent for the two men.
“But, Mas Dharma loves you!” Maya reconnects her husband's sentence and then gasps away from Dharma and Kavya.
Dharma bulged. This couple is good at making trouble. Seeing Dharma's expression, Kavya laughed instead. I don't want that guy laughing too.
Deva, who had now returned to her place whispered amusedly, “Stupid!”
“Who?”
“Dharma.”
“Only because of love is he called stupid? What about Mr Deva Wijaya? Waiting when not sure.”
“Who said uncertain? Proof you're my wife.”
“Gak connect ish!”
Deva laughed, but asked still looking at Kavya and Dharma. He was confident that in the end the two men would sit together side by side in the courtyard.
