KIRANA (She Is She Too)

Eps 72's

"Thank God, full!" Dance leaned her back on the chair. A serving of chicken porridge with warm tea that he ordered had moved to fill his stomach.

Tipping, tipping,

The phone on the table is talking. Soon Dance picked it up and opened the phone. It turned out that a reply from the buyer who said it would come at eleven this afternoon. Dance smiled, she was finally able to meet the buyer quickly. He wants to go home and see his family. If all the business could be finished this afternoon as well, he would immediately go home because he did not want to linger in this place. Six years, it feels uncomfortable to be here let alone alone.

Since nothing was done, Tari went to clean up and then went to Bu Mae's house to look around. From the outside, the house is very well maintained even the wall paint in his house and the house of Bu Mae still looks clean without stains. Once again, he was amazed who took the time to clean the two houses? Or maybe there are good-natured citizens taking care of her? Ah, but it is impossible until the dust in the house is cleaned.

Dari tried to open the door of Ms. Mae's house with the key she had brought. His feelings were still the same, he still wondered who was taking care of the house. Because it's not just his house, in Bu Mae's house is just as clean. Not yet had time to go deeper, suddenly there was someone from the outside saying hello.

"Good morning, Miss!" The voice of a woman whose age was about four heads.

The dance goes inside and turns back. "During the morning too, Mother!" reply Dance with a smile.

"Sorry, who is this mother?" tanya Dance.

The mother smiled. "I'm Miss Lela. I'm the one who usually cleans this house every day, Miss."

"I mean Mom?" Forehead Crimped dance.

"Yes, I was assigned to clean this house and that one." While pointing at the house of Dance.

"If you may know, who told you to?"

"Big Master, Miss,"

"Big Lord?" Bu Lela nodded.

"Then I'll go in first." Pamphitt.

Who is the Great Lord called? His feelings never knew anyone let alone asking people to take care of his home. Dance and then go inside to meet the mother.

"Mom," call Dance.

"Yes, Miss?" Ms. Lela stopped her activities of sweeping the floor in the kitchen.

"Who is the Great Lord?" Dance really wants to know.

"I don't know his name either. As I know, his subordinates often called him the Great Lord. I've never met him either" explained Ms. Lela.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry Mom I interrupted Mom's work" said Tari.

Bu Lela smiled and nodded. Then he resumed his work. While dancing, he returned to his home. I don't know what he's going to do now.

****

The middle dance rests on a tree with dense foliage. A green meadow was plastered as far as the eye could see. The sound of the wind blowing in the ears. The girl looked around, enjoying the beautiful nature of God's creation.

Waitaminute! Looks like Dance recognized him. The closer, the man's face became more visible. Ah, he ....

"G ...." Dance woke up and sat down.

Seen around. He fell asleep in the living room chair. Just now? Just dreaming. Yes, the girl had a dream in broad daylight. Dance grabbing mobile phone on the table. At one o'clock in the afternoon. God, how many hours has he been sleeping?

Why did he dream of that man? Men who have long been deliberately forgotten, even just present in a dream never. Why is he suddenly dreaming about it?

"Duh, I'm a laper" he said, stroking his stomach.

Soon he opened an online food messaging app on his phone. "Padang rice is like iced tea like it's good."

"Well, done. Just wait for food to come and the stomach was full," he added.

After ordering the food, Tari opened the message. There were some messages from Gajendra asking how it was going.

"Gosh, I forgot. It's already at one. Why haven't you come yet? It's an eleven o'clock promise."

The girl went outside the house. Ms. Mae's house is closed. He didn't see Ms. Lela either or he might have gone home. Circumstances around are also quiet. Only a few people pass by on motorbikes. Dance sighed, was she fooled?

The girl tried to call the buyer's number, but was not picked up. Has it come a long way, only to be deceived?

***

Dance packed her things. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Tari intends to go home. He had been waiting for the buyer all day, but there was no news at all. Just this morning the buyer sent a message coming in at eleven in the afternoon. However, in fact, until the afternoon did not come. Dari wants to go home soon to meet Adnan and also Bu Mae.

As she was about to lock the door, a black car stopped in front of her house and Tari's attention was distracted. However, there was no movement at all. The driver of the car did not go out either. Dance turned around and re-locked the door.

A man got out of the car. Wearing short chinos and navy tights. The man opened the black glasses he was wearing. Staring straight at the girl who was trying to lock the door. The man kept looking at her in silence. The girl he was looking for all this time. Girls who have grown into adult girls and are getting more beautiful.

When finished, Tari confirmed the location of the bag in the cage on his shoulder. As he walked away, he was surprised by the figure leaning beside the car. Stiffened dance. At first glance he remembered his dream in broad daylight. A man in his dream was standing in front of him. Is this still a dream?

"Yoga!" said lirih.

Yes, that man is Yoga. Angga Yoga Pratama, a schoolmate, is also a person whose name has been etched in his heart. Yoga walked over, approaching the dancing that gaped at him.

"Sorry, I just came." The first words Yoga says.

Dance did not answer. His mouth is locked. This is not a dream, Yoga is really real and is in his presence now. The man he had forgotten. With hard effort of course. Yoga and Dance stared at each other. Clearly, longing radiated from the eyes of the two.

"Dance, how are you?" Bergeming dance. He remained silent.

However, his manic began to blush. Her tears began to melt. Only the miss he now felt. Wanted to hug, but what a force, his body was unable to move. The girl probably misses him a lot. Six years on, Yoga has not changed. Just a slightly thickened mustache. Reminds him of the time when they were still together forging a loving friendship. Until the unusual taste starts to stick out.

"Dance, I miss you so much!" Yoga immediately embraced the girl. Really, he missed her too. Yoga did not expect to be able to meet again with the girl of his past.