Romisa Life

46

Misa, Cesa and Rina are currently walking towards the school grounds. But at the turn of the corridor, Misa chose to just wait in front of the school gate while Cesa and Rina headed for the parking lot to pick up their respective vehicles.

A black car driven by Cesa slowly slowed down and stopped right in front of the school gate where Misa was standing.

Likewise with Rina, after riding a motorcycle stopped not far from the black car. Cesa got out of the car to open the front door for Misa.

But suddenly Misa stopped her hand movements. "In a moment, Rina I want coconut ice first can, because it's so thirsty." He pointed towards the usual coconut ice shop.

Peeking at Misa's point of view, Rina nodded. "May, I parked there first." Point it at an empty place to park the motor.

"Yes." Yeah." Misa took a step towards Rina. But suddenly Cesa blocked his steps to make the beautiful girl silent furrowed confused eyebrows.

"Why Cesa?"

Cesa advanced her body slightly leaning forward. "Miss, don't eat or drink anything carelessly." Prevent her from half-whispering so as not to sound Rina.

"Cesa but I'm thirsty and the drink in the bottle is up." Misa again stepped her feet closer to Rina who had parked the bike.

"But..," said Cesa hanging because Misa had held her arm.

"It's Cesa, let's get Rina there." Take Mass to his friend who nods his head.

They walked together towards the coconut ice shop.

"The coconut ice pack is 3 well," Misa ordered while sitting on a long bench outside the stall.

The stallion looked towards the voice. He smiled kindly. "Eh, the Neng." And start making orders.

"Mr Misa, I want to look inside first" said Cesa rising from her seat.

"Why is Cesa?" Wonder Rina.

"You see what it's like" Cesa said, not waiting for an answer from them.

Cesa immediately rushed into the stall. With a look of careful eyes nan jelly, he noticed how the father of the stall that will split the coconut fruit.

"Sir is his knife clean no? The color is black." asked Cesa as the stall master held a large knife.

Mr. Warung turned his head for a moment, he began to split coconuts and chimed in the words of Cesa. "Emang already from there Neng, the color of the knife to cut coconut mah kayak gini, but take it easy clean really, Neng."

Cesa frowned, still staring strangely.

Mr. Warung put coconut water into a large glass and dredged his coconut with a fruit dredge tool.

Cesa was like a huffer seeing the scene of the stall father dredging coconuts.

And this time Mr. stall poured milk into a glass, and at the time will pour liquid sugar. Suddenly Cesa stopped her movements with a slight shout.

"Wait Sir!" Preventably.

Mr. Warung put a large spoon into the bowl and looked at the question. "Why Neng?"

"That's what fluid sir?" cesa asked pointing at the sugar liquid.

Glancing at that place. "Sugar Neng." Mr. Warung again held a spoon and poured a tablespoon of vegetable sugar liquid into one of the glasses.

"This is not to be loved sir" pointed Cesa at one of the glasses.

"Yes Neng." His mouth is indifferent.

And when Mr. Stall was about to give a piece of ice cubes, again Cesa stopped his movement.

"So much sir." Prevent Cesa make Mr. Warung silent staring pushy.

"Why else, Neng?" he asked with a tone of annoyance.

"This is not ice," pointed Cesa at the same glass.

Mr. Warung seemed to shake his head several times in addition to sighing bitterly because it was always protested by Cesa.

"Mis, that's Cesa again why ngerecokin keep Mr stalls?" asked Rina astonished who saw Cesa's behavior.

"No idea Rin, probably wants to learn to make coconut ice," Mass replied, busy looking at the crowded streets.

Cesa came with two glasses of coconut ice in her hand, and Mr. Stall one glass for Rina.

"Mr Miss Misa's young coconut ice." He offered a glass of young coconut.

Which is accepted by Misa.

"Why isn't it cold?" ask Misa when she cupped the glass.

Cesa sat next to Mass. "Es is up said the father of his stall," replied Cesa who got a smile and a head bob from the stall father.

Misa stirred the drink, and sipped her fill. Misa's brows furrowed in confusion, she again drank the coconut liquid to confirm her tongue.

"Rin got you sweet, didn't he? Kok got me not sweet well," asked Misa to the right side where Rina was.

"Ah time is Mis. People have me delicious, sweet," said Rina who had spent half her drink.

Misa turned her head towards the left side, where the culprit was. "They." Call Misa with narrowed eyes staring suspiciously.

The one in the face is just smiling.

"Natural, sweet is better Miss Misa." Cesa said calmly.

"Hahaha.you're at Cesa's work," laughter comes from Rina who hears Cesa's words.

Misa snatched a piece, sipped her drink.

A few moments later.

Misa glanced at the watch attached to her wrist. "Rina went straight to the exhibition. It's like this hour, scared to go close the show."

Lina placed the empty glass onto the long bench. "Yes really, too. Yaudah ayuk." Get him up and walk away.

"Eh, haven't paid Rin yet." Said the Mass that saw Lina already walking away.

But the one called did not hear any further away.

"So Neng, you take the change first." Walk in.

Misa held Cesa's arm. "Thank you for the drink, Assalamualaikum," he said.

"Eh, Neng the change." Call the Father of the stall but not heard by the Mass that has passed far.

*****

The three girls had arrived at their destination, an ornamental plant exhibition.

Seen from outside the entrance of the exhibition there are many people who come in and out, also many plants are displayed outside.

"Yuk eg." Get Rina to pull Misa's arm.

They entered the exhibition through the main entrance, where several guards greeted them.

At the moment the foot of the Mass set into the depths, instantly his eyes immediately widened sparkling amazement at the wide variety of ornamental plants neatly arranged in his ranks.

"Mis I'm there well," pointed Rina in the other direction who was nodding softly by Misa.

While Cesa always followed her Miss from behind did not forget the cellphone in her hand to compile a report of Mass activities on her superior.

Misa continued to explore the streets filled with various kinds of flowers that bloomed on the right and left sides. At this time his feet stopped in a group of orchid plants.

Orchid plants with various colors are neatly arranged and beautiful in the arrangement of its shelves.

"Yes Tuhaan. It's a black orchid papua.Thankfully I see it here." Misa's enthusiasm for her fingers touches the stalk to be brought to the nose and inhales its fragrant aroma.

"Miss likes her?" Asked Cesa who had been watching from behind.

Misa nodded in spirit. "Very, this orchid is so beautiful and elegant."

"Does Miss want to buy it?" Ask Cesa again.

"No Cesa, to buy it is quite expensive, and than I buy one orchid only at such a high price, mending his money I donate to people who are more in need. Enough to see it, I'm happy." Misa still stared twinklely at the flower, she again smelled its fragrant scent.

Czechoslovak.

The camera sound is clear.

Cesa immediately looked towards the voice. Misa is still unaware because she is still too happy to find the orchid she is looking for.

Cesa approached the person who photographed the Mass, and the man appeared to relax back photographing the Mass from a distance.

"Remove the photo of Miss Misa." asserted Cesa with a cold gaze and a sharp tone of voice.

The man stared with a slanted smile on his lips. "Why should I remove it? I love to photograph anyone. It's not right Ms. Cesa to forbid me because the one in the portrait isn't you."

Misa who saw Cesa turn her back also chatted with someone not far from her. Who the hell is she talking to?

Misa approached the tense-looking girl.

"Sir Dani." Misa after joining the two.

The man glanced at Misa and smiled warmly. "Ah, yes. Miss Misa is looking at ornamental plants huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." Responding in a friendly manner.

Cesa grumpily snatched the camera from Mr. Dani's handrails. Then...

Brakes.

Throwing the camera rough into anything until part of the camera body is broken.

"Mom Cesa!" Snapped Mr. Dani with a furious glare and his jaw hardened.

Cesa was no less staring fiercely with her hands clenched firmly.

Seeing and hearing the scene, Misa was shocked to block Cesa's hand from holding her back. "They." Tweet Misa.

Cesa glanced at Misa, exhaled a rough breath and lowered her head. Along with the weakening of that strong fist.

Misa lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry, Mr. Dani." He feels guilty.

Mr. Dani was still staring intently at Cesa then he turned to take a camera that had been cracked and some broken in certain parts.

The man faced the two women again. "Yes Miss Misa is okay, I can fix it. Just a little scratched." Mr. Dani said calmly, although his gaze was still staring in annoyance at Cesa.

Misa raised her gaze to look towards the girl beside her. "Cesa what's wrong? Why did you throw Mr. Dani's camera?" ask him in a cautious voice.

But Cesa was silent a thousand languages, instead staring at the enemy at the man before her.

"Remove that photo." Firm Cesa.

Mr. Dani smiled kindly towards Misa then looked at Cesa full of warning.

"I'm sorry I have business. I go home first. Miss Mass be careful when you go home, Assalamualaikum." The man turned around leaving Mass who was still full of questions as well as Cesa who stared at his departure with a piercing glare.

"Getishalam."

What the hell is it? Until Cesa throws the camera. And what was he saying "remove the photo" Did Mr. Dani take a picture of Cesa without his permission? But that's none of their business.

Cesa glanced sideways, her gaze had turned warm again with a calm smile.

"I'm sorry Miss, it's spoiling Miss' moment of happiness" said Cesa, looking down at her guilt.

Misa turned her head, she rubbed Cesa's upper arm and smiled. "Hey, don't be like that, I'm fine. Already, it looks like it's going to be late in the afternoon we should go home, and you also need rest."

"Well Miss," said Cesa firmly.

Misa took a step ahead. "We'll find Rina first yuk." Bring along.

Cesa followed Misa from behind. But before following the footsteps of Misa, he took a picture of the orchid that admired the Mass earlier and sent it to the Tang secretary.

SERIATE...