Long River

Rojaks

Leka touched the man's forehead. Normal, but why is his face flushed?

"Big brother's overheating?"

"Eh, i-i-yeah." Stuttering Kenzo could not describe it well.

"Any? The AC is pretty cold. Oh. .. Just take off her shirt, brother." Leka immediately pulled the shirt worn by Kenzo and wrapped it up.

"Eh?" Kenzo couldn't stop it. He crossed his arms around his chest.

"Why? Cold now? It's okay, the water's warm." Leka went back to the plastic container and soaked the towel for a while before squeezing it again. He approached Kenzo and started rubbing his neck up close.

Eye. What should my eyes be? Do I have to look at it or go somewhere else? Well, I'm confused ....

"Nobody looks tense? Is anyone sick, brother?" Leka looked at him up close. Kenzo was wrong.

"Eh, mmmh .. ti-no." His eyes were pointing somewhere else.

"Mc ... Brother why? Shocked the water's hot? Relax, Kak, you will feel good in the body. Close your eyes."

Close-eye? Wonderful idea. I don't need to look confused.

"Later on the taste, brother, do not tense. Tell me it's hot."

Ok. Kenzo according. He closed his eyes. She could feel her soft hands begin to rub her chest with a warm towel and the smell of spices that made her feel like she was in a hot spring in Japan. The smell of the spices reminded him of his childhood, when his parents were still alive often took him to his parents' inn at the foot of Mount Fuji in the sakura season. There they drank green tea while enjoying the cake and the smell of tree wood in the spring. The smell of the tree wood and green tea was similar to the smell of the spice.

Kenzo feels relaxed and longed for both parents, but he does not know where his grave or ashes are. Even the house he used to live in with his parents who had been burned, he should not approach. Arya. He was afraid his father's enemies would recognize Kenzo. Reportedly the house has also been sold to others. Kenzo's tears didn't fall in his memory.

"Big brother why?" Leka saw Kenzo shed tears.

"Oh," The man opened his eyes. "Just remember the past." He wiped his tears.

Leka looked at him.

"It's okay. It's over."

Leka did not answer. He then picked up a change of shirt and helped put it on the man. "I'll check the food first, okay?"

"Oh, yes thank you."

Leka carried the water container and the man's dirty clothes out.

It was a pity that the man, it seemed like he had so bad memories of his past that he still remembered them. Seen from his sad eyes. Certainly Om Arya helped him a lot through those difficult times. Fortunately, he was surrounded by good people who accepted him for who he was. Huh ....

That morning at home Chris, Chris, Reina and Zack were having breakfast at the dinner table when a guest came alone pressing the bell and knocking on the door.

"He escaped the front guard, someone we know?" Ask Chris Reina.

"Yup!" Chris was still chewing and Zack just looked.

"Dahlia .. please open the door!" Shouted Reina again.

"Yes, Mom."

The man came over to Chris and Reina at the dinner table. "Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam" said those at the dinner table.

"Who is it?" Chris asked still did not recognize the slightly dark-skinned thin man standing before him.

"Rojak Om."

"Rojak? Waw. Your appearance is different now, isn't it?"

Rojak who was dressed in sports only displayed a smile.

"But who called you here?" Chris looked at his wife. Reina shakes.

"Me!" Salwa suddenly went downstairs. Dressed in sports with a breath that sting ran down the stairs, he took the back of Chris and Reina's hands. "I go first, sport. Map, Pa. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum greetings" said those sitting around the dining table.

"Come on Jak!" Salwa put her hand on Rojak's arm.

"Excuse me sir" Rojak told Chris.

"Yes." Yeah."

Salwa pushed Rojak out quickly.

Chris was confused. "That's them ... " He looked at his wife. Reina just shrugged her shoulders.

It should also be a sunny morning for everyone, a Sunday morning but not for Aska. He had trouble sleeping last night and woke up late.

What time is it. Ahhhh, it's almost 6. Aska rubbed her eyes and stretched her body. He immediately got out of bed and prayed Fajr.

In a city park that is quite spacious and beautiful, on Sunday morning, it has been crowded with many sellers and visitors who come to exercise or just walk. There are also those who specialize in finding food because there are so many food traders. Like Rojak who is busy eating snacks while watching Salwa exercise.

"Eh, sport dong. Time, tired of coming here snack?" Salwa still warms up lightly before jogging.

"Well, that's you. Why are you tired? Well, gua mah here is the intention to find breakfast." Rojak is still chewing.

Salwa approaches Rojak. "Ih, evil huh. I'm playing alone."

"Who told you to exercise? Pan you yourself will. Gua mah if you tell, eat, yuk eat yuk!" He offered the food he held to Salwa.

The woman took one skewer and ate it. "Oh, this pedes!" He was flapping his mouth. "Water dong, water."

"Your mouth?" Salwa Protest.

"Why? The mouth of this cave. Former, not the cave tell drink from the mouth of the cave ...."

"Yes, but buyin me the new dong."

"Gak ah, males."

"Yeah ... Rijak." Salwa.

"Iye, iye .. bentar ah! Far." Rojak got up from his seat and Salwa continued to chew the rest of Rojak's snacks in his hands.

When Rojak returned, Salwa had finished her snacks. "Busyet, what's the laper doing?"

Salwa smiled with a cramped face. He took a bottle of mineral water from Rojak's hand.

In sports clothes, Aska exited the apartment building to his car.

"Aska!"

Someone's call stopped his steps. He looks. A long curly-haired beautiful woman decomposed with her white-colored skin came chasing after the man.

"Monique?"

The French indo girl was now standing before him with her best sweet smile. "Why don't you ever call me again? I've been waiting for you a long time but you never call me again. Why?"

"Sorry, not good."

"It's not good why, I like it if you want to call me."

Aska frowned hearing that. He most dislikes the style of Monique that spoiled with him even though from the first he had firmly expressed his dislike attitude. From then until then, it will never change. "I'm sorry, it's Sunday, I'm not thinking about my day off office duties" he said, trying to be polite.

"meaning?"

"My relationship with you is just an office job."

"But ...."

"Don't overdo Monique! Saturday-Sunday is my private area, and I don't like to be disturbed in my downtime."

"But we are ...."

"There's no us. That's you and your mind. I'm sorry I was a little rude, but I'm going out now." Aska gets into her car, runs the car and leaves Monique alone in the apartment parking lot.

Because of you, I got into a fight with Leka and now she no longer lives with me.

Huh ... Leka, you don't snack too long because I'm starting to have trouble sleeping because of you. I really miss you, miss your cooking, miss your tears, your tears, your sweet smile, worry about me, even when you're mad at me. I really miss all that. I'm starting to get crazy about you. I like whatever form you are. Whatever. Whatever it is about you, it can never diminish your value in my eyes. I think I'm really in love with you.

But Aska's ego still hasn't collapsed. He hasn't wanted to say this to his parents but he wants Leka back to him. That's what he dizzy, whether to let Leka first to Arya or immediately persuade him with other strategies, but what?

His car reached the parking lot of a city park. He immediately came down and entered the garden. His eyes stopped at a sight he had just seen last night. Salwa and Rojak. They were following the gymnastics of the group of mothers who were doing in the garden. The two of them stood at the very back so Aska quickly recognized them because Aska was coming from behind. He approached them. "Mmh, you sports what's dating anyway?"

Both of them looked at Aska.

"Tuh, right? No one believes in sports caves. Ah ah ah!" Rojak stopped exercising and left them.

"Just, Jak!" Salwa turned to Aska, annoyed. "So, no!" He immediately chased Rojak.

"Well, what's my fault? I'm just asking?" Aska was confused to see it.

Rojak finally escorts Salwa to a flower shop owned by Reina, his mother.

"Rojak?" Chris who was sitting outside the store immediately recognized them.

"Oh, Papa." Salwa came and stood next to the wooden table.

"Well, I'm going home first, Sal? Mr." Rojak turned on his bike while nodding his head at Chris.

"Eh wait! Here's a minute!" Chris called Rojak with his hand.

"Why do you want Rojak?" Salwa was a little worried.

"No. Papa just wants to talk to Rojak." Chris replied casually.

"Well, don't you talk weird?"

"What weird?"

"Promise?"

Mmhs? Salwa why?

While Rojak who heard himself on the call, tried to make sure by pointing himself again. Chris nodded so he turned off his motor, took off his helmet and went down to approach Chris. He sat in front of the bule man.

"What is your relationship now?" Ask Chris kindly to Rojak.

"What a relationship, we're just friends, Papa." Salwa answered him immediately.

Rojak just kept quiet.

"Why ask Rojak?" Chris is confused, he just asked Rojak but Salwa looks panicked.

"Yes, already. I answered it."

"just friends? No more?"