HOLLOWS
For the sake of a name
Anta turned her body slightly back to look at the girl who was holding her hand tightly. Slowly he gave it to her while releasing his delicate hand from the girl. " I'm sorry we're not muhrim, so would you please let go of my hand?" " I'm sorry!" Answer's short.
After the girl's hand, she no longer held on to him. Anta immediately asked that the girl in front of him speak seriously, because he did not like the name joking. " If you want to order food, I won't go, so would you please order it correctly?" The firmness that immediately made the girl speechless and returned to sitting on her chair.
" Em, I'd like to order fried bread just like cold sweet tea" he replied directly. This time the girl ordered well, Anta responded well too. " Okay Ma'am, awaited?" Anta answered and went straight from the girl.
" Atha, who's that girl? Your girlfriend is?" Ressa asked guessingly. " No, I don't know who that woman is?" Answer's short. " Oh, kirain your boyfriend. Because you guys look very familiar," asked Resa back. " A person's familiarity is not necessarily, if they are related to a relationship right?" " Yes you're right too!" Resa answered with a smile while giving food orders for the hijab girl to him.
" Silawakan, is this Ma'am's meal?" Said Anta while keeping all the food on the table. " Thank You."
Wanting Anta to leave, the girl did not stop there to get a clear profile of herself.
" Wait on Mas?" " Yes, is there anything lacking?" Tanya Anta turned her body. " Whose name, may I know?" Ask the girl back with hope.
" Well, it's called the boss?" Said one of the female employees cutting off their conversation. " Aren't you a minute?" " I'm sorry Ma'am, I was called my Boss, excuse me!" Said Anta while leaving from the presence of the girl, who from earlier continuously asked for her name.
The girl just nodded her head while smiling blandly. Then muttered full of annoyance at his heart which from earlier had been loved by a sense of rage. " It's hard to know what his name is. Like looking for a needle in a haystack."
" I'm sorry, Anta, the boss didn't call you. I told the employee, to pretend, so you could get away from the woman." Ressa bluntly told him. Anta did not scold him He only returned with a loose smile when Ressa who had just lowered her head, as a bad taste.
" I'm not angry." Said Anta with a smile. Resa just put his head back up. " Are you not angry?" Ressa asked Anta who was constantly smiling at her. " No, I'm so grateful to you, for helping me get away from that strange woman." Replied Anta who immediately made Resa smile freely at him.
The clock on the walls of the cafe was shown at 17:55 p.m. It soon began to enter ba'da maghrib. The hijab woman who wants to know what her name is there is no stopping waiting from earlier Anta who did not come out too. Whereas Anta deliberately asked all his servant friends to put him to work behind him, let them take care of the busyness from the front.
It had been more than ten hours he waited for his guardian angel to come out, the girl immediately got a strong reprimand from another servant who was told by Resa. " I'm sorry Ma'am, this table wants me to clean. So please, Ma'am can go from here, because I see from earlier Mbak just sit down, and maybe his table also wants to be used with others." The hijab-wearing woman ordered some more food, asking the waiter for her to leave. " Okay, I order orange juice again the same steak. Not long?" Gusar. " Good Mama awaited." " Eh, wait a minute. I'd like to ask, when do all the employees here get home from work?" " Mom mean, close time this cafe?" The waiter took a step back and turned the question on him. " Well that's what I mean?" Answer the beautiful girl. " It's usually six. It'll be nine in the evening, we'll reopen." " Okay, thank you!" The waiter immediately left and his anxiety left immediately hearing if the closing time of this Cafe arrived for a while. " It's just a few minutes away, I can see him." The girl muttered while smiling a smile all by herself.
From a distance the second meal order had already come and was almost nearing the table. A very beautiful female waiter, dressed in all red and black, took a long walk to deliver the snacks. Who else if not Resa, the waitress witty, coquettish and also a little judes it runs like a model who is fasion show on the Catwalk stage. All the male servants and male visitors who were in the Cafe were fascinated to see the beauty of Resa which was emanated very charming. The wind coming in from the open door of the Cafe began to wiggle her wavy blonde hair. With the exception of the hijab-wearing woman in front of him, he was like annoyed to see his behavior that was too conspicuous on the opposite sex to open their chances to meditate on him. After Resa confronted him. The hijab girl clucked slowly but was heard coming into Resa's ear and immediately he reprimanded her. " Is there a problem?" The girl immediately replied to Resa in a huff. " Resa.. Resa. You never change, you always do".
It turned out that the hijab girl recognized Resa. Resa seemed to recognize himself as well. It was fitting that He was so cynical about her and always made it difficult for the girl to get close to Anta. Resa seems to be afraid of being rivaled by him who has been discovered from his eyes that always offer love for Anta. But Anta was just an ordinary young man whom he had just met.
While keeping some of the food on the table, Ressa turned around and turned around and talked to her. " You also haven't changed, still the same as you used to be, still a hypocrite." Ressa said with a huff. The hijab girl in front of him did not touch him, nor was he angry or upset, He even grinned his smile while holding Ressa's slightly wet shoulders. Ressa immediately looked at him sharply after his hand was touched above his shoulder.
