Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Cuisines

"But most people are like that, anyway." The girl stepped forward once, turned around and stared fixedly at Rendra. "I wonder what kind of place do you like right now?"

Rendra's right hand clenched tightly below. His chest rose and fell, holding back the anger that could have exploded at any moment. "I'm a lot of work, can you please step aside?" Rendra wanted to avoid an eye meeting with the girl.

The girl laughed, very happy. It was quite a mess, looking from his hair like he had just woken up. "Work?" Once again clapping one hand. "Isn't it better to spend money than work?"

Rendra kept restraining herself. The opponent is a woman, not a man. "I'm busy!" It quickly shifted the woman's body to the right side, walking quickly in order to get the hell out of here. His brain is dizzy, of course, must avoid many sources of problems.

Finally Rendra came out of the apartment building, briefly joking with the building security guard so as not to think too much about the script.

With his vehicle, Rendra rushed out of the parking building. Looking for fresh air in the heat of the city. It sounds weird, let it go. The important thing is to calm down first.

Rendra's vehicle finally exited the building area after passing through the gate, joining other vehicles that had other destinations. Every now and then the man glanced to the right and left, perhaps something interesting.

Nothing interesting. Rendra continued to drive until it did not feel leading to the road Anindi house. There was no intention here.

The man pulled the vehicle over on the side of the road. Quiet yourself near a big tree while daydreaming. I don't know what's on your mind, which must be all blurry. "I don't know where to go or what to eat. Everything looks unattractive."

Rendra massaged the right temple, it hurts so much. Deadline that continues to pursue relentlessly, plus the mood that is increasingly damaged by the meeting earlier. "Astagfirullah, I feel like I'm going to run away. But, Big Brother must be furious." Rendra let out a rough sigh, made insane with this one script. Usually, he does not feel too heavy because the theme raised is not so burdensome to the mind. However, this time it was quite draining of emotions and thoughts.

In the midst of Rendra's despair, the tail of his right eye found the figure of Anindi who had just shot away from the opposite direction using his second wheeled vehicle. Just sober Rendra immediately turn on the car, turn the direction to overtake the woman. Just curious, as if Anindi became a fresh breeze in the middle of an arid meadow.

Rendra's car tried to overtake every vehicle in front. Following Anindi's motorbike which had already darted without stopping in the slightest.

Anindi turned her head, her eyes wide. What he was looking for was here. "Surge, Quick!" Don't let Rendra just run away. The target is in plain sight.

Rendra was surprised, immediately pulled over the car according to Anindi's orders. Waiting for the woman to approach him too. Rendra went down after seeing Anindi pull the bike over in front of his vehicle. The man was curious, there must be an Anindi purpose. "Assalamualaikum, what's wrong?" Without waiting for long, Rendra immediately asked.

Anindi got off the motor, carrying a black plastic bag containing a lunchbox. At his mother's orders. "Wa'alaikum hail, I need it first." Anindi stood in front of Rendra. In the middle of the street, they faced each other.

Rendra looked at Anindi's luggage, guessing what it contained. "Well, tumben once you have a need." Just stay calm and wait. "What did you bring that?"

Actually Anindi was a little hesitant and upset to have to face Rendra. But her mother kept forcing. It is better to put aside the ego for the moment. "This is a note from Mom. Home cooking." Finally Anindi thrust the luggage in her hand forward. "Don't get me wrong, it's Mom's request not mine."

Rendra's speechless. Instead of taking, the man was more happy to look at Anindi who often turned her face in any direction.

Anindi waited until she felt impatient. "Come, fetch! I gotta get going." Forcing Rendra to immediately take over the given goods.

"Is this your cooking?" ask Rendra.

Anindi's forehead creased tightly. "If it's my cooking, why?" Anindi asked back.

Amidst the city traffic, the two faced each other. No matter how many people pay attention to both of them from their respective vehicles. They remained silent in place as if stunned with each other.