
Early in the morning, Dimitri had woken up, bathed and cleaned up some files for his script. Then he hunts down to go to the kos chick.
Today will be very busy, last night he had not met with Oma and Keisya did not appear again after entering his room. Eventually, Dimitri decided to return to the boarding house and it was certain that the two people would call him to meet today or at least they would come to visit here.
Before busying himself with Oma and Keysia, Dimitri wanted to make sure Cheryl had breakfast properly before starting her day. The girl has a habit of brunch, with frugal reasons. Breakfast combined with lunch.
"CHERYL... CHERYL!" call Dimitri a few times from the window of Cheryl's room facing the outside courtyard. How to call him is like a Kindergarten boy who wants to take his friend to play.
Hm... , no answer?
Usually Cheryl opens the window and greets him. Dimitri glanced at the circular watch on his wrist, at six in the morning. Like Dimitri, Cheryl is not the type of person who likes to wake up during the day.
"CHERYL... CHERYL... !" this time Dimitri knocked on the glass window before him. There was a small gap from the curtain that was slightly open, eager for Dimitri to peek but afraid of being accused of being perverted.
Ah, goddamn! Dimitri left the phone in the room in a hurry. If only he had his cell phone, he would have called Cheryl.
"Eh, Brother Dimi. Why there?" Bu Budi came out of the boarding gate, which was located close to where Dimitri stood. Cheryl's room position is the front and adjacent to the entrance gate of the boarding house.
"You're taking Cheryl for breakfast, ma'am. But called - call me no response." Dimitri replied. In his heart he was grateful because he had not been so peeping, could - could be ashamed.
"Lho lha wong Non Cheryl morning - morning is busy taking care of the duck, Kak Dim." said Bu Budi. His hand picked up the long-legged shoe that was hung near the gate, he began to move sweeping the front yard. The routine task of Ma'am Budi every morning.
OHO!
Dimitri to forget the same chicks funny because it was too cramped with Keysia. Somehow his heart felt heavy every time with Keysia, Dimitri could not be himself when with Keysia.
Ah, what a contradiction to how she feels about Cheryl. Without being asked, he always wanted to obey Cheryl's request.
"Chicken - the chicken is put where Ma'am?" ask Dimitri. Once asked two answers he got. He knows where the chicken is and where it belongs.
"Sir Mustache makes a cage for his chicks Non Cheryl in the back garden. Sis Dimi if you want to see Non Cheryl Susulin aja gih." replied Bu Budi with a smile - a flirtatious smile. He knew where the direction and destination of the young man's question before him was.
"It's cut chicken, Sister Cheryl. If it is big then we slaughtered the trus ask Bu Budi to cook. Can you please, Mama?" Mr. Mustache has not been anything - have asked permission to slaughter the chicken.
"He? How cut?" Cheryl's eyes are round funny.
His head turned back and forth towards Mr. Mustache and the chicks, with a look of disbelief. He imagined his cute chicks dying, being skinned and then fried.
Oh, no, no. She does love chicken but she might have the heart to eat her own pet. Cheryl crouched down with a serious face staring at the chick who would probably only be one to two months with her. After that, they will be cut.
"Lha's called cut chicken, Ma'am. If you do not want to be slaughtered, next time buy ornamental chicken." said Mr. Mustache. He finishes the chicken coop while lecturing Cheryl how to care for the chicks.
The chicken coop is finished, and now Mr. Mustache has installed two 5-watt bulb lamps. The two of them were so engrossed that they did not notice Dimitri who was already crouching behind them.
"A funny chick, Cher?" soft Dimitri greeting.
Hearing Dimitri's voice, Cheryl turned her head and revealed her turmoil. "Sir Dimi! Mr. Mustache said that if he was older, two months would cut his chicken... " Cheryl's mouth was throbbing and her eyes looked sad.
Cheryl rolled her eyeballs. He still wants to play with his chicks. "The father had already fed the chickens" replied Mr. Mustache who was also happy to get a new toy.
"Well! Swing... " Dimitri pulled Cheryl's hand. "Go first, sir." said Dimitri while waving with his other hand.
Cheryl followed Dimitri's steps while asking. His brother Dimi seems to be in a hurry. He immediately took Cheryl to the motorcycle parking lot and gave her a helmet. Cheryl frowned.
"Aren't I wearing a jacket?" ask Cheryl wonder. Usually Dimitri is most chatty about jackets or sweaters, the air in Salatiga cold pierced in the morning and night. Moreover, they only ride a motorbike.
Dimitri thought for a moment, time has shown at almost half-seven. She doesn't want to be caught with Cheryl. But Cheryl's right, she's not wearing a jacket.
"Five minutes, Cher. Take the trus jacket straight back again." the order was soft.
Cheryl nodded obediently and ran towards her boarding room. Dimitri exhaled, it felt like a thief had to settle down - sludge for fear of being caught. It sucks!
'Why did he have to meet Cheryl if in the end they couldn't unite?'
A question that until now had not found an answer, even his intelligent brain could never find the answer.
"Sir Dimi!"
"Dimitry!"
Ughhhh!
Two female voices called out to him at the same time. This is what he was afraid of. Dimitri closed his eyes, his hands clutching tightly at the handlebars of his motorbike out of annoyance at himself again - again helpless.
Cheryl was glued to her place, she was already wearing a jacket and helmet, ready to slide with Dimitri. And, it turned out that there was Keysia before them now. Holy hooch! What other reason should he give to Dimitri's fiancee?
Meanwhile, Keysia stepped gracefully with a slow motion approaching Dimitri without taking her eyes off Cheryl. A hateful look.
Not far from Keisya, Dimitri and Cheryl, the figure of Oma Shinta was standing in a hand by her nurse. He looked at the three young people before him with an illegible look.
His age has been a lot, making him can feel something is wrong with the relationship of the three of them. Especially since this morning, Keisya's mood looks bad. Oma Shinta also heard from Keysia that her grandson came to the hotel last night and did not see her because he was asleep.
Oma Shinta.
Love Triangle?
The grumble?
Or just misunderstand?
Connect yes....