Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Crispy Chicken

Anindi. The distance between him and the person was only about a meter. Some people are watching them. Observing the two with a difficult view.

"You're going out, aren't you?" ask that figure again. They had met several times, but did not know each other's names.

Anindi. "Yes." Yeah." Seeing the movement of the man who is now attaching the ID Card to his place. "Now you can get out." The words Anindi heard were so clear.

Anindi nodded slowly. An opportunity that cannot be wasted. After Anindi came out, then the man followed by doing the same.

"Thank you." Anindi nodded softly with a small smile, but avoided an eye meeting with the person. Besides having to always keep a good distance, he also needs to take care of himself and his views.

The figure put another card into the pocket of a black suit that looks more valuable than the price of the Anindi outfit. "Are you done delivering flowers?" Seeing Anindi at a glance, then turned her body in any direction as well.

"It." Curiosity still looms. Wanted to ask, but a little awkward. Moreover, they were not two people who knew each other to discuss about it.

Every employee who met, all of them nodded respectfully at that figure. Increasingly herded Anindi's curiosity to the side of the ravine. If not immediately run forward and find a way out, it is certain he will plunge. After thinking over and over again, Anindi finally chose to ask questions. They walked together towards the exit. "Actually what are you in this company? I saw from earlier every employee who saw you, nodding respectfully."

As soon as they came out through the main door, the office guards greeted and nodded slowly as well. "Good day, sir." His voice was full of courtesy and respect.

The man nodded enough. Now they both have exited the building, still walking towards the parking lot while still paying attention to the distance. "Why is that?" Instead of answering, the man asked a question.

Anindi glanced at it for a while, then as soon as possible averted her gaze forward. Don't go in the wrong direction. "I'm just curious." The woman's forehead was tightly wrinkled. "I think you're more different than them."

The figure laughed a little. "I am still an ordinary man. You think I'm another creature." Stop laughing as the two enter the parking area.

Actually Anindi is not the type of woman who wants to know a lot about other people. However, there are times when curiosity is more dominant in the psyche and ultimately encourages to know more. "I don't mean to convict you of astral beings or perhaps different from others, but to see other servants who are so respectful. Obviously, you have a high position in this building."

"High position?" The man asked again. Stop in front of a car that turns out to be side by side with the Andini motorbike. "I think everyone here is the same. I don't like to be distinguished."

Anindi digested every word heard, then processed it well in order to determine the next step.

The man approached the right car door and said, "My position is not important, but helping others is important. We do not need to look at the position or status of people to do good, because all good actually comes from God. Sorry, I have business. Assalamualaikum." The man got into the car.

Anindi is no problem. There is no need to argue about things that are not too important. "Wa'alaikum salutations."

The black car also slid forward first while being noticed by Anindi. They were separated without mentioning each other by name. I do not intend to get acquainted. Everyone must have passed each other several times with the same person. It was only natural, even though this world was wide and vast. However, it does not rule out the possibility of being able to meet the same person.

Anindi also went straight from there using her vehicle. Get ready to go back to the store and go home. Make friends again with anxiety because of course the mother will continue to ask about the husband.

***

Before going to the destination, Rendra himself chose to buy some hand-turned ready-to-eat foods as well as fruits. Usually, they like the food.

"Regular, yes, forty servings." Rendra talks to the cashier at the crispy chicken outlite.

"With rice, Mas Rendra?" The young man whom Rendra had estimated was only nineteen years old asked back.

Rendra nodded quickly. "As usual." Rendra walked towards the seat.

This chicken seller outlet is very famous for delicious at economical prices. Just imagine, there is still a price of twelve thousand for a package of chicken flour with rice also sambal or sausage. For a big city, it is very cheap. Amidst soaring market prices, this food is like a fresh breeze for chicken lovers with thinning pockets. That's pretty.

Rendra sat next to two high school kids who were busy talking about romance. The man was silent, listening. Not intentionally actually.

"Eh, are you sure you want to be with him?" The girl with shoulder-length hair and wearing the uniform of one of the favorite schools in the eastern part of the city also asked a friend beside her.

Another daughter with long hair in the ponytail was silent. Occasionally sipping orange ice that is only half a glass more. The weather of the capital this afternoon trembangana. The Mentari shows his power in emptying the skin of the inhabitants of the universe. Absolutely terrible. "I don't know. Confused as well."

"Don't confuse. If you don't like it, just refuse."

"But he's handsome, you know."

The hairy girl laughed. Attract the attention of some customers who were eating on the spot, but not with Rendra. The man smiled quite a bit, the love of school time did sound wonderful. It cradles every touched soul. But that's where the biggest test is. Where the children fit the school is still the process of finding identity, so certainly not able to control feelings and see reality. It's just beautiful what they think.

"If it is good looking, just accept it. Kei is a mixed child. It's only natural that his looks are blatant," said the girl with shoulder-length hair.

They continued to engage in conversation, until Rendra's name was called. The two glanced at Rendra, fascinated with the grown man who was now standing and passing by the two.

"His brother, handsome, huh?" ask the girl hair in pigtails.

"Yes, very handsome." Friends added.

Rendra pays according to the price, often even exaggerated. It's mundane. "I'm saying goodbye, yeah. Assalamualaikum." Carrying two large plastic boxes of food.

"Yes, Mas. Thanks though. Wa'alaikum greetings." The young cashier was happy. Rendra overstated about thirty thousand rupiahs.

Rendra walked past the two girls who were still stealing glances. Pause for a moment, then say, "Don't be stunned by how I look, you don't know how ferocious a man is." Smiled sweetly by looking at their eyes one by one, then left the place.