Passion Script

ROUND VI * Fitri 1 * Don't Be Sick, Om!

"Just go!" Fahru pulled the small backpack that Fitri was wearing.

"What the hell, Om!" Fitri wiggled her body so that the bag shook. As a form of protest because he was treated like a kitten.

"Main keep going! Not a henchman at home. This Oommu person is just deliberately resting, because you are on leave," said Fahru. Still holding the niece's bag. Half-lifted.

"Not wrong!" Fitri glanced sharply.

Fahru gave up, then let go of his grip. "Tomorrow don't play. At home aja. Ngapain. Burn chicken, cake."

"How about ndaki?"

"Oom's going to take a break. Just next week in-gas again. You also leave, how many days. Abis ndaki, keep returning to Tangerang. Budemu where agreed," cerocos Fahru. "Udah. Don't need. At home aja. Oom Malem section Sunday there's an event."

"What way?" search Fitri.

"The circumcision."

"White who?"

"That's .. the cat next door is starting to run rampant," said Fahru origin.

Fitri was silent. While staring at Fahru's face so deep and sad.

"Well?" Fahru covered Fitri's face using his right palm. Slowly pushing it.

Fitri just shook her head. Then he walked into his room without excuse.

"Eh, so yeah, we're burning! Oom slaughtered the chicken, yeah!"

Fitri did not answer. Even though after he closed the door, Fahru's voice still sounded clear. While hanging his bag behind the door, Fitri let out a long sigh.

Actually, it is not the intention of Fitri to wander all his heart while taking a leave like this. You could say, even the first time he was like this. Because usually, he only spent time at the Sewah house. Even if you want to go outside with his friends, who have been familiar since the Cindy, Fitri never spent a full day. Most after the time of Ashar to the Maghrib. To just buy snacks in the field near the sub-district office. It could also be from morning until the time of Ashar, if the destination is far away.

Not without reason. Moreover, this concerned his beloved Oom as well.

"Eh! Uh! Fitri!"

At that time, he and Rani were enjoying ice near a shady tree. Not far from the ice vendor's wagon and some other merchant carts.

"Emm?" Fitri who is still busy sucking ice, just lifting his chin.

"That's .. It's really Anin's mom isn't it, anyway?" Rani signals through eye glances. Fitri followed.

There, about twenty meters away from where they were relaxed, was a pair of young people who were about to cross the street. When the vehicle was not so crowded, the young man took the girl's hand. While the other hand waved slowly towards the passing vehicle.

"Eh! Really, you know!" Fitri looked surprised.

"Who's same? Do you know the guy she was with?" ask Rani carefully.

"No, I guess," Fitri said. More to sure. His eyes followed where they were going. Enter a restaurant across the street.

"His brother, yes." Rani tells her best friend to turn away.

"We're going there, yuk!" Fitri suddenly got up.

"Where are you?" Rani was inevitably shocked.

"The restaurant!"

"I exist" said Fitri lightly. Who immediately grabbed the bag and stepped towards the highway.

"Ouch! Know gini do not have to talk earlier," muttered Rani while following the hasty steps of the friend. "You didn't mean to run over Oom's girlfriend, did you?"

"No. I'm just curious" said Fitri restlessly. "Later if there's nothing suspicious, I promise. Not gonna admit to this kind of ridiculous thing."

Rani breathed a heavy sigh. He still wanted to comment, but was unable to speak. Because he has a hand. In addition, there is one thing that still obstructs his feelings and thoughts. "Seriously you have money? Three hundred thousand for both."

"There was. Just calm down!"

Rani this time is really resigned. Especially after they crossed the street and started to enter the door of the restaurant. With a troubled heart, he followed where the steps were without hesitation the friend was headed.

And, that's where Fitri picked the table. Right next to the table occupied by the pair of young people they followed. Obstructed by a rickshaw or guardrail. Other than the two, there was also a pair of middle-aged men.

Luckily the two people who were being targeted by Fitri did not face the entrance. Until their arrival was not realized. Not even a digubris at all.

* * *

"Thank you, my dear Rega, I'm sure you're eating out" said the woman.

"Yes, Mom. Every now and then" said the young man, who was apparently named Rega.

"What are you buying in the field?" It was the turn of the man who asked. "What is less satisfied with the food here? Nak Rega is already hard, come from far away. Our family ate at the restaurant. Uh, you're asking to buy some other food!"

Anindia just looked down while enjoying her avocado juice.

"It's okay, sir. Not only will Dek Anin, but so will I." Rega defends.

"Yes, sir. They can both walk, right. The time Nak Rega to cool down Anin is not much, you know. I've never been younger" the woman gently nudged her husband's arm. "What did you buy, anyway?"

"Martabak telor, ma'am." This time Anindia spoke.

"Emh .. yes, pantes!" the woman understood. "Anin if you have eaten martabak telor ... ten boxes can run out the same as him all! You could go bankrupt, your future husband, Nin."

Rega and the father laughed lightly. Anindia was embarrassed.

"Please eat it, sir, Mom. I go back for a moment" said Rega. Moving from his seat, stroking Anindia's shoulder for a moment, then passed.

"Mrs."

"Yes, Sir?" Anindia who was following where the young man had stepped, immediately turned away.

"You're not related anymore, are you, same Fahru?" the Father asked. His gaze was so sharp and unblinking.

"Ngapain asked again anyway, sir?" the woman patted her husband's arm again. He looked towards the young man who was leaving. To make sure that their conversation is safe. "Yes, of course I have. Anin and Nak Rega will also be engaged soon, really. Isn't that right, Nin?"

Anindia answered. His face and his seat looked agitated.

"Remember! Don't embarrass our father and family! Nak Rega is much better than your ex-boyfriend" said the father.

"Your father said, Nin. Marriage is the same for sure. In the past, when you dated with Fahru who was fond of mountain climbing, we did not bother at all. But now it's different, Nin. You can't keep going like this. Remember the future! You must be able to choose a man who is able to meet your needs!"

"Rubber!" keep the father. "What a job, a mountain! Want to get what?"

Anindia down. His parents immediately ended the conversation when Rega appeared to have returned.