Love Mita

The power of Rama

Mita

While making breakfast this morning, Rama sent him a picture of a steaming cup of coffee, croissant during a drizzling rain with a sweet sentence. He misses the man even more, even though there is Adit by his side.

His sometimes a little annoying, possessive, often pushy and commanding nature turns out he misses.

Although on some sides Adit and Rama have something in common, they are still two different people. Being around the two of them still made him feel different.

After returning from the showroom, he cleaned his room that had not been done a week. The tight schedule of lectures, and Adit endorsement makes his room unshaped because only touched broom as necessary every day. His socks were just next to those he found.

Before managing Adit, he used to tidy up his room in the morning. But now, every morning he was busy summarizing lessons, doing assignments, preparing quiz materials or making practical reports. Studying at a diploma program makes him more busy, because almost all of his courses have a different practicum schedule than the lecture schedule.

Not to mention if you get a client endorsement that is a little crumpled, he and Adit inevitably move faster. Sometimes tired, but if you remember the fee he will get he will forget the fatigue. All jobs have their own risks and fatigue, right?

Adit who entered the final level, just follow a few more courses. In addition, the busyness is to complete the thesis, guidance, search for literature and of course finish his work as a selebgram in order to increase his savings coffers.

Lately Adit has rarely seen his other efforts. Only if all of you pass by will he stop by. He spent more time in Malabar 10, back and forth Bogor Depok. Her parents, who live in Jakarta, did not ask much about her busyness which made her rarely go home. It was as if his son was busy. Other busy ones. Xixii

Adit looks so happy today. He was happy to make Adit happy.

"When the motor comes, where are you going?" ask Adit who is watching YouTube on his laptop.

The new motor can be used approximately 7 working days waiting for STNK out.

"Where is it important to you."

Adit smile.

Phone's vibrating.

''Sena'' the name written on his phone.

When Sena called him that time, he immediately saved the phone number. Worrying at times he needs. It turns out that Sena still needs her.

After the typical stale bases of Indonesian citizens, Sena finally conveyed his point.

"I'm again in Bogor but there is no temen, want to mall nice where ya?"

Brother and sister turned out to be the same, the destination was the mall.

He looked at Adit who was still focused on his laptop watching automotive content, who occasionally muttered words like "cool", "anjay" and for example.

"May Sen but if I ask you?"

"Can I wait in the mall or pick you up?"

"Whatever, meeting there isn't a problem either."

"I'll pick you up once, let's not park it twice."

The connection was cut off, the collision once Sena called him. He kept asking what was going on in his mind?

"My friend went to the mall. You wanna come?"

"Miss?" What Adit knows is that his college friends are all that.

I'm confused what to say, he's worried Adit has other thoughts.

"Sena, Mother's son in Jakarta."

Adit seemed to digest his words.

"Rama's sister?"

He hesitates.

"You are." Adit focused back on the laptop in front of him. Not really Adit, distract when spoken to.

"You must have a mind that is not" he said slowly. But Adit just kept silent not responding.

There is nothing that Adit is jealous of other than something that concerns Rama.

''I don't want you to come."

"As far as you are, you should be able to decide for yourself." Adit left it to the room.

Sena arrived 20 minutes later with the driver.

"But Sen." which Sena answered with a smile.

He went to Adit's room, trying to persuade Adit to come along.

"Mas.." he knocked on the door of the man's room, before long the door opened.

"Why?"

"Follow yes." he stared pleading.

"Mas sleepy." he knew Adit was just lying.

"Yes..." Adit breathed in violently and went into the room to pick up his wallet and cell phone.

Adit followed him behind with slow steps, as if lazy.

"Your boyfriend?" he smiled, confused as to what to answer.

"Can't it be in a cosan? This is where guys can come in? Or mixed kosan?" Sena looked confused.

"This is my kosan. I mean the one who has, lives here too." Adit helps answer Sena's questions. He was always confused if anyone asked him that.

"Ohh that's it. Did you sleep again, Mas? Sorry to interrupt her sleep." Sena felt bad because Adit put on an unfriendly face.

"Lumayan." he just smiled wryly, asked what the answer was. Not connecting, too.

"If I want to continue I have nothing myself."

"Oh ngga. Nothing, just a little sleepy doang but pretty much already a little seger. Leaving now?" Adit tried as casually as possible. He breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Adit would understand his position.

*****

Adits

On the way to the mall, Mita who sat in the back talked more with the woman next to her named Sena. He should be able to take advantage of the situation.

"Knowing you?" Sena looks shocked.

"Meet me a few times fitting in here."

The right time to write about Rama. He was very curious about the family background. Rama who had offended his parents during the last meeting, made him think that Rama came from a distinguished family.

"Mother said no? where's ngajar?" he tried to lure this girl. Mita's gaze probed towards him.

"In Jakun the same in Paramadina."

Appreciable.

"I'm also a Jakun-level kid, teaching at what faculty?"

"Economy. What faculty?"

"Oh. I'm in the machine. What is her name, mother? Mas I have been a guest lecturer in Jakun who knows."

Mita started glancing sharply at him.

"My mother is Amalia Utami. I think my parents know my father. My son is Bamwir, right?"

He was stuck, from where this girl could know the name he thought.

"Know my Dad? The name is only those closest to you know. If you only know at a glance usually call him Mr. Bambang."

"Oh that. I think it's Temenan Mas. I don't want it more either."

Mita looked surprised.

He also googling Profile Amalia Utami lecturer did not wait long out all the info related to this family. With the name Amalia Utami, S.E., M.A., Ph.D., written complete with education, career and family.

While focusing on seeing the full profile, he was surprised by a call from Mita.

"Mas, see what the hell the focus is. It's a sampe."

He looked around and it appeared to have arrived. The distance between kosan and mall is very close, even Mita sometimes walk if you want to shop for fruit in the supermarket mall.

"Where are you going?" ask Mita as soon as she gets into the mall. The air outside the hot mall contrasts with the air inside the mall which feels very cold.

"Shoe shop?" guess Mita on Sena.

"Kok know?" Mita looks wrong.

"Or I like the shoes of Big Brother for sure." hearing the word "Sister" called Sena successfully made his heart like there was a hot spark that made him turn his eyes back to his phone.

He went back to seek information about Rama's parents. He easily found the complete profile of Romi Chandra Rachman, the father of Rama. Which turned out to be an influential researcher in the world of Indonesian heart medicine. Not play.

Armed with his father's last name, he also took the initiative to find the name Rama Rachman, shortly appeared Rama Yuda Rachman. Not too many people showed up, not even social media accounts.

He also looked for the whereabouts of two women who turned out to be looking at shoes.

"Want to buy?"

"Ngga, look at Sena's nemenin."

"By here, what bagusan?" Sena called Mita. They seemed to be a discussion, two people matching his thought.

He also looks for shoes that are suitable for Mita. He thought he had never given Mita a gift. Maybe you can now.

"Zinc, flat shoes or sneakers?"

"I have flat shoes all like Mas, sneakers."

Sena looked at him and Mita. Mita also chose sneakers in gray.

''Where are your shoes?" Sena asked Mita.

"Here all of you." Sena takes the shoes in Mita's hand and takes them to the cashier. The feeling from the beginning did not seem wrong. The boy carries a mission from his brother.

"My money I paid for it myself Sen." Mita tries to catch Sena who is queuing at the cashier.

"Let's go." He came out of the shoe store sick of what he was seeing.

Finished looking for shoes, Sena invited to eat at the food court. They chose A Fung meatballs to replenish the energy.

The phone that Sena kept near Mita rang, Sena saw the name that appeared on her phone screen and then rejected the call. The second call rang again, Sena pressed the green button on her phone screen.

If he did not guess wrongly who called was the person Sena called earlier as "Silver".

"Make a meal."

"Again, not good. It will be later."

"Don't wait." she stopped her eating. Sena whispers towards Mita, then Mita hesitantly picks up the phone Mita gave her.

He who understood the situation firmly said.

"Load speakers."

"Mit, aren't you hearing me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You how are you? healthy?" you trite bastard.

"Heath alhamdulillah."

"Your boyfriend is healthy?" all eyes looked towards him. Sena looks bad.

"Well as well."

"It's good that someone takes care of you as long as I don't exist. Greetings from me."

Deg. Her face was somehow colored now, which must have been her heart hot. His pride seemed to be trampled.

Mita did not answer.

"Later to give visa conditions, you are ready. Papa Mama told you to come here for the semester break. Meet here so no one bothers me, I miss."

Son of a bitch, apparently Rama is showing his power.