Romance In Makara Orange

Out of the Blue

The sins were clean this morning. The plan this Saturday Kosa will take Vira road to the Mall around Bekasi or Depok.

Kosa stared for a moment at her watch. “Ah, it's still eight in the morning. It's too early to call Vira. Ten o'clock only!” kosa Mumbam

After working on some college assignments and checking the research documents, Kosa looked back at her watch. Time is turning so slow. Nine o'clock is too early to call Vira. Usually students always use Saturday as a day of rest with a bit of wake up.

He picked up a cell phone and Kosa started looking for busyness with her phone until the time showed at the number ten.

Drrr.t….

Two missed calls. Is Vira still sleeping? think Kosa. The count's in a minute.

There was a sense of worry and wonder why Vira did not immediately answer. Maybe sleep, maybe a family event, maybe outside. There are many possibilities. Eventually Kosa decided to write a short message through the messaging app.

K: [Vir, where else? Yuk street!]

Half an hour has passed but Vira has not returned. It has two but not yet blue. Kosa wanted to type a lot of words to ask Vira a lot of things. But his intention was done. Fearful that Vira will feel uncomfortable.

When the message came in, Kosa read it. Ah, it turned out to be Rosmah, her younger sister.

R: [Mas Kosa, watch yuk! Mas Andri ngajakin to Penvil nih, he said kangen all give souvenirs before stale]

K: [Mas Andri is home? Bring what?]

R: [From yesterday night. Don't know! Ask yourself]

K: [What time?]

R: [Abis dzuhur, direct meeting there aja Mas]

K: [Yasud, later Mas WA yes!]

Finished replying, Kosa checked WA Vira, still in gray. Ah, maybe saturday time off Vira so he hesitated to contact or type a message once again. Yes already!

Rosa looked at herself in the mirror. Already handsome gini mas’ only in the boarding room, where fragrant anyway. He got a Vespa motorbike key and his leather jacket. Not to forget Kosa wears a black low–ankle sneaker with white lines that have been cleaned since yesterday.

After stopping by the place where Danu and Pras are college friends, Kosa went to Penvil. Not too far from Depok to Penvil. Although Saturday is notoriously jammed but Kosa easily find an alternative path to the direction of Pejaten Raya, considering riding a motorbike and having to pass behind so as not to turn back.

Rushing to the second floor, Kosa saw her brother Mas Andri and her younger sister Rosmah were busy eating the warm dimsum presented on the table.

“Mas, Dek, it's been a while? I ate dimsum. Koq not waiting?” Kosa shakes hands Mas Andri and Rosmah then kisses the back of Kosa's hand.

“Lu Sa, been here from eleven. Hunting laper nih!” said Mas Andri Sambal put siew mai shrimp into his mouth.

“Loh Dek, you said it was done dzuhur right? No talking eleven.”

“Hehehe, sorry Mas Kosa. Ros was here too because Mas Andri turned out to be home first, wanted to meet Mamah. Uh even briefly at home directly ngajakin here.”

“Udah I pesenin for you also Sa, just relax. Your taste doesn't change, right? I also bought a ticket at three.”

Kosa took some dimsum and added a little chili oil on it. Not long after, his favorite Hainan-style chicken rice order was available in front of him.

He saw Mas Andri ordered kwetiau beef and Rosmah with tofu shimejiya mushrooms. Rosmah always eats without rice. The reason is always diet when there are no signs of obesity at all.

After eating, Andri and Kosa both spread their legs. Satiety sign. Rosmah was busy with her phone.

He looked around the restaurant, looking at visitors who came with his family. Some tables are filled by young couples who are engrossed in eating spoiled talk sauce. Happy faces.

Kosa imagines it should be her first Sunday night with Vira. Eat, watch, chat themselves while chatting in a coffee shop. It turns out that the plan is just a plan.

While stretching his back, his eyes went around. Kosa looked at the table in the corner there was a woman in a milk chocolate headscarf with a sitting direction that turned her back. The woman's face was not visible but seemed to be engrossed in talking to the two men in front of her.

Kosa remembered the color of milk chocolate that was Vira's favorite hijab color. Often Kosa finds Vira wearing a hijab of that color.

Somehow Kosa kept looking at the woman's back. It was like Vira, he thought. But where is possible. Penvil is far from Bekasi. Vira must be sleeping. After all for what Vira is in Penvil with a man who looks much older, the inner Kosa is restless.

The woman stood up and turned her body, followed by the two men who were with her. Vira's face looks real.

That's right Vira. Can koq? Who was the man with Vira? Kosa had never seen their faces before.

He saw the three of them heading to the cashier and took out their respective money. The sweet black female walked past the table of Kosa and was completely unaware of the existence of Kosa.