Low-class people's love "the driver's note"

8

Around the Salam Darma reservoir, there is a lesehan stall. With a fish menu. There's grilled fish. Fried ikang. Fish pepes. And other. While the place to eat the dishes, the owner of the stall made saung-saung. Or small stages. One saung, the most occupied for four people. Ideally for two people. Be comfortable and romantic..!

Each one has its own name. There's theme. There's a saung that says 'When Love Flies'.Something is written. ' Lust Release'. Knitting Kasih. Loving Each Other. And other. That stall every Sunday night. Sunday afternoon. Or a holiday ..always crowded. Always full. Many people came intentionally.

Dafa and Arini's mother chose one of the saung. But they didn't pay attention to the theme of the saung. For them, the theme is not important. The place they choose is comfortable. That's all....!

Just as they were in the saung, a female servant came closer.

"What agent mas, mba?"her tan is punctuated by smiles. And that lipsticks are so sweet. It's red again. Like eating blood.

"Gurami burn." answered Dafa still watching over the servant's lips.

"If what are the pesen?"ask the flirtatious waiter again

"Just the same" he answered alacriously.

"Drink?" The waiter asked again. Getting flirtatious.

"Warm orange water. "

"If mbaknya?"

"Either."

"Wash her mouth?"

"Red apple. "

"Mother. Red apples, too, right?'

Arini's mother nodded. Actually not because of Dafa. But indeed Ibu Arini likes the dish ordered by Dafa. The man next to him.

"You. It can be seen from the similarity of your tastes, he...he...."

The waiter then went to prepare the order. Geolkan streets. I don't know what. Maybe to attract customers. Or maybe he's a big Zaskia Gothic fan. Or is it already built...!

Not how long the waiter had come again with the goods ordered. Put the dish neatly on the mat that has been spread. Then let the dish to be enjoyed. Before he finally left again, of course with his typical geolan.

"Let's go, Mom, we'll eat" take Dafa.

Ms. Arini just sighed. The dish in front of him did not want to be touched. Slowly he lifted his face. For a second, I stared at Dafa. Then turn to another direction. Surprise afar...!

"Before I eat can I speak first?" Arini's mom looks serious. Thereafter.

"Oh please Mom".

"I often notice a lot of people who are surprised to see us. "

" I mean Mom."

Dafa did not understand what Ms. Arini said. His forehead was scrunched up to break the curtain of his invalidity.

"I think the cause is because of the way we call each other" Ms Arini said later. "Too formal. And stiff "

"So I called Ms. Arini with the call 'Mother'. And Mother called me with the word 'Father'. That's trouble?"

"It seems they are astonished. And maybe they don't think it's common."

Dafa mangut-mangut understand. Indeed, He himself often met people who were astonished by the work. Because of that habit. The call ..

"From now on how about I just call her name. No need to be arrested, Mother. Rini can Or Arin can too. I am twenty-six. I think it's still worth calling it that way"

Dafa was again. Yeah anyway. Still deserved. Still young. Still pretty.

"If you want to be called her name. Then me, would you still want to call me 'Father?" Dafa is like half a protest. "I am thirty years old. And never married. Called Dafa already chief?"

Their eyes meet. Somewhat long. Minute. Only this time did they dare to look at it that long Maybe there was a curtain that started to open. It turns out that the words call have an influence.

"So from now on, agree we call each other by name?"ask Arini's mother to make sure

"Clear dong"

Then they laughed crisply. Forget time. And almost forgot the dish.

"Yes, koq our order, we haven't eaten yet." Dafa. "Let's eat ma'am. Uh ..wrong. Let's eat Rin." And they laugh again. Sounds a bit foreign. Been funny. A little awkward.

"By.....Dafa. Watch out later don't call me wrong again."

Dafa held up his thumb. Hinted it would not be misdial again. Not calling Mom anymore. But Rini. Yes ..!

"Oh but..." Dafa suddenly stopped his chewing. "If I was at school. Or you are with the students. I'll call you 'Mother'"

"Why?"

"Yes to take care of your wife."

"The authoritative man was created because of that call? I don't think. Even people are called mothers. Mommy. Sire or whatever if it's ugly. Akhlaknya. Yes, it remains unauthoritative. On the contrary, even though people do not receive honor calls. But his nature is good. Akhlaknya good. It will be respected. And have the authority."

"So even in front of your students, I still call you Rini?"

The woman nodded. Then they finished the meal again.

Towards the azan maghrib, they had just moved from the saung. Dafa's eyes and Arini's eyes glanced at a writing engraved in the top corner of the place. The writing is the theme of the saung. Which has not been read since. Which escaped their attention from the beginning came. It turns out that their theme is written. "WHEN LOVE BLOSSOMS"....

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