Ngumbara Love

The Part 25

"Good, if you feel!" Answer the man cynically. But his hand was stretched out to help Mella stand up.

"Wake up, it is not proper for a rich man like you to kneel before me." The girl wearing the apron. Her smile full of annoying spells.

Mella immediately grabbed the girl's hand at it, although there was a sense of arrogance in the heart because there was a little girl mocking her, she rubbed her knees hit by the weeds.

"Don't be smart, don't know." Mella sewot.

"My name is Rossi, actually, as Rosyi is not a double s' but because my father and brother are race lovers so, they call me Rossi." Rossi said, "Now you know."

Continue without extending his hand.

"I'm Mella!" Hands out. But Rossi did not reply either, he simply raised his two dirty hands. Mella pulled her hand back.

Pretty self-knowing this girl. Looks like he's a good guy. Inner Mella

"It seems like your life is a lot of burden huh!" Rossi's comments are pretentious.

Duh, mouth! Why are you a bucket once. I'd better get out of here. Kabuuuur

"Why did you leave? already know that there are others who are sad because they bear a lot of burdens. Not that nolongin let it decrease even in staying away anyway." Shouted Mella.

"Wait there, I'll do it for a while."

"Hi, wait! Where you going?" With half a run, Rossi coded for Mella to stay put.

A few minutes later Rossi returned with a tissue, snack, mineral water and a newspaper fold in his hand.

He is trustworthy too! Mella smiled knot.

"We're sitting here." Rossi held the newspaper he was carrying earlier. Put the other stuff in there.

"I want to have a picnic."

"Please take it that way." Rossi laughed crisply.

"Sit down here and eat the snack." Rossi ripped off a pack. "Let's sit!" He said again because Mella was still flinching on the spot.

"Don't be afraid of getting dirty, because dirty is sometimes more useful." Mella immediately took off her high heels and sat down next to Rossi.

"What do you mean?" Mella is interested in Rossi's words. While Rossi is still fun to chew while enjoying the expanse of grass that is limited by the wall in complete barbed wire. Behind the office is quiet enough to just clear your mind. A breeze blew the strands of hair of both.

"Look at the land." Pointed a small mound near the hole that seemed to have just been dug. Mella follows Rossi's finger. While frowning in wonder.

"What did you think the first time about him?" Said Rossi later.

"Dirty!" Mella answered briefly.

"You're right, he's dirty and a lot of people ignore him. Even if it's because of him, we can enjoy fruits, vegetables and beautiful scenery." Rossi stared far away, but was blocked by a fairly high barrier because of the sitting position.

"Then!"

Rossi smiled to see the face of his interlocutor.

"What if he becomes an urn, a glass, a teapot, and other pottery. For example?" Ask Rossi again.

"Of course he can be sold and the price can be very expensive. Especially the antiques. We'll talk about what, you're making me dizzy." Mella snatches the snack in Rossi's hand and eats it without permission. Rossi just smiled and then set his breath to position his body facing Mella. But the other hand takes the ground and plays it.

"This land is not considered useful at all, it is only considered a dirty item. But, he would become very useful while going through many processes. First, he must be wetted and gulet. Only after it is in shape, there, he will be made as desired by the craftsman. If it does not fit, it will be destroyed again and in shape again until it reaches the desired shape."

Rossi paused his talk, gulping down the mineral water he was carrying earlier. Mella stops her chewing trying to digest what Rossi says.

"After that, the next stage he was just in the sun under the hot sun. And don't stop there. He had to feel the flames for hours. Is it done? not yet Mella. He will only be painted and carved according to the wishes of the craftsman. Then it will be on display and at that time, he sometimes still gets a reproach. But not a few also may be staring in amazement even buy at a fantastic price." Rossi looked at the netra Mella who seemed to be full of question marks.

"What did your story mean! it's not that you're entertaining and you're presenting a child's story that makes no sense." Omel Mella took another snack.

"It's just a pottery-making story." Cuek Mella's. Rossi smiled cynically.

"It's not so, Mella. You look smart but you're stupid!" Mella looked at this girl.

"You're fucking me?"

After all, in the story a parable does not even ngeh." Rossi paused for a moment to pat his hand so that the stuck ground was gone.

"Earths are like the journey of human life. He who will reach the highest degree must be patient in the face of all the trials of life. Like when you're going through a life test that feels tough. That's how the soil becomes pottery."

"Then!"

Mella fervently listened to what Rossi said, even putting down her snacks.

"Like a sun-dried earthenware, let it go, but if it's night, if there's rain deftly the craftsman will spare it all. Same with God. He still plays a big role in your life. Actually God always takes care of you to test your abilities."

"Last, the test of man came to burning. Where he must be able to withstand the heat of the fire to be stronger more formed and survive than anything. Don't you feel like you've reached that stage?"

Mella gasps with Rossi's words. Although the word he said was ordinary but the meaning had pinched his heart and mind.

"That means after that...!"

"Yes! you'll be in the ornaments. Although it will be good. There will be someone who scoffs. But that's life, we're just trying to be good people.  Even if our people say we're not good."

"Thank you Rossi, you've strengthened me." Mella clasped Rossi's hand.

"Same same! I hope you can get through all the obstacles in your life." Rossi.

"Ah sorry!" Mella takes Rossi's hand off.

"Are we friends." Mella said again.

"I want to, but you seem to be an influential person in this kingdom. Aren't you ashamed to be friends with a waiter like me?" Ask Rossi.

"Servant?" Mella frowning. "But I never saw you?" Search Mella.

"Ah yes, I'm in the kitchen helping my uncle cook." Answer Rossi.

"All right, we're friends, okay! Don't you ever think, I'm an ancient man who still distinguishes castes." Mella is angry.

"All right, are we friends?" Rossi welcomed Mella's hand this time.

"Rossi, it looks like I've been here a long time. I have to get back to my work."  He looked at the watch on his wrist and stood up and started wearing high heels.

"The spirit of Mella, this! Don't forget your phone." Rossi handed over the phone he found earlier.

"Espirit for you too. When will we talk again. If we can make a deal another day." Already started walking towards the office, surely after taking his cellphone.

After their second farewell.

"Oh my God, I forgot to ask Mella's cell phone number." Patting his own head.

May we meet at another time. Yeah! if God allows us to return.

Mella, however, arrived at the elevator. His face looks very serial. He was comforted by Rossi's words. Making him no longer fragile he will become strong by facing the fire of the problems he faces now.

I will be a beautiful pottery of great value.

"Gosh, I forgot to ask for her number."

Not long after the phone rang, Ozan's name was there.

Seriate...