Waiting Morning

Whose pretty brooch is it?

Mary sat in one corner of the cafe, ordering two menus directly as her lunch menu.

Waiting for Hesty, the person who was considered to be giving a lot of information about Akbar.

Mary looks at her phone sometimes. I want to call Akbar.

Ah, she must still be on the road. It's also free for me to call him.

Mary's hand tapped her finger at the cafe table.

Compile some questions that he might ask Hesty, the SPG in the jewelry store earlier.

Shortly after, Hesty approached Mary's seat. There was already a lunch menu for them to eat.

If you think about Mary's tastes, of course she is not an arbitrary person. Mary ordered Penne alla vodka for her and saltimbocca chicken for Hesty.

“ Sorry, long wait mbak..”

Hesty came in a bit of a hurry, feeling bad for making a beautiful woman with a famous dress labeled Gucci.

From a single glance it was clear, if the woman before him was not careless.

“ Mary, call me Mary don't have to use mbak”

“Ok, I Hesty” Hesty thrust her hand and then pull the chair and sit down, they face each other.

“ Sorry yes I interrupted your break time”

“ Relax Mar, besides you are Akbar”'s girlfriend

“ Uh, by the way about Akbar. What did he need to do to the store?”

“ Oh, she took the jewelry she ordered a week ago” Hesty said as she chewed her food.

“ Jewelry?” Mary squinted her eyes curiously.

“ Yes, this..” Hesty proffered a sketch of the initial brooch of a letter to Mary.

With sparkling eyes looking at the sketch of the brooch, making Mary sure if Akbar had really returned his love.

“ Good yes?, Akbar is a romantic soldier” Hesty fold the picture brooch letter M.

Mary nodded.

Chewing on the vodcanya penne.

" This was deliberately made by Akbar himself. He's a pinter of pictures from High School"

" really? I never knew he liked painting"

"Some events he often participated in, first".

" You know Akbar!". Mary said it was getting more excited

" Yes, we were two years of class. First and third grade, and from a long time ago he was aspiring to enter the military."

" Yes, I've heard that story from the mother".

He never failed to enter Akpol, he continued to say join the TNI AD failed as well. Uh even entered in the AL."

“ Oh yes, I can ask no?” ask Mary.

Hesty nodded.

“ Akbar has a girlfriend SMA time?”

“ As far as I know there is no, SMA time is he was busy really”. Hesty answered with certainty.

" The hell" Mary squinted her eyes.

"He's his job a grand camp, a lot of missed lessons so fitting 3rd class he entered IPS class".

" Hm..he's the kind of guy who likes to confide in?"

" He's the cuckiest kid".

Mary nodded her head. Heard every piece of information Hesty gave him.

“ You know the same name Beena?”

This time Mary really wanted to ascertain the identity of a Beena who she considered as the person who would become her rival.

Hearing the name called Mary, Hesty stopped her chewing.

Think hard to remember the names.

Been... Been... Beena

Hesty repeated Beena's name over and over again.

“ Like there is no friend of our generation whose name is Beena”.

"Maybe class?"

" I don't think there is either. Why why?"

"It's okay, just curious"

" You mean?"

" I saw a book yesterday in Akbar's room, like it was Akbar's 19th birthday present. It should be Akbar High School, right?"

" Yes, but our high school friend doesn't have a Beena. Even if it's a classmate, at least. Because Akbar is a pretty famous Scout activist in school."

" You're right Hest, maybe he's a fan of Akbar times huh?"

" You don't have to worry, if you do. It's just the past. What matters now is that Akbar loves you".

Ah, it's true what Hesty said. Whoever Beena is, it's just Akbar's past.

Most importantly now, Akbar only loved her.

Look, a pretty brooch was specially designed by Akbar for him.

Hearing Hesty's explanation makes Mary more convinced if this time his feelings for Akbar have no rivals.

Moreover, seeing the brooch that Akbar bought was his initials, the letter M to indicate his name, Mary.

Thirty minutes passed, Mary and Hesty became familiar with the female chatter.

Lunch this time was delicious for Hesty, in addition to free he was also very lucky to meet an executive manager of the largest hotel in all of Indonesia.

"Hest, can I have your phone number?"

Without a second thought,

"Of course I can"

Hesty said a few digits and Mary immediately took notes and repeated the numbers making sure not to miss a single number.

" Yes, sip's right"

"Okay, I save ya?"

Mary kept it with the same name "Hesty".

Then he pressed the call button,

Hesty's phone rings.

"That's my number, save huh?"

"Ok Mar"

Hesty glanced at the watch in her hand.

After a full lunch of chat, Hesty said goodbye.

“ Mar, sorry my break time is over. I have to go back to the nih” store immediately

“Ok, thanks to Hest. We hang-out sometime?”

“ Can, thanks for lunch”

They parted ways with the cipika cipiki ritual as they had long known.

***

After lunch, Mary continued her shopping.

He chose a t-shirt that was suitable for Akbar. But he abandoned his intention.

Time's just a shirt anyway?

This is not comparable to the Brooch that was designed specifically for him

Then Mary stopped by the watch shop.

I saw several models of watches. He chose the Tissot model sea touch as a special watch for Akbar who has a lot of activity in the water.

" Sir, please pack this up"

"Okay ma'am, please make payment at the cashier. We'll wrap up immediately."

"Oh, can you give me a greeting card?"

"Can you write it yourself or do we write it?"

" I wrote it myself "

Mary picked up the paper not far from the SPG.

"Can I get the pen pinjem?"

"Oh yes mbak, sorry . Here's the pen"

Says SPG body rapping with straight hair rebondingan while thrusting pen.

Mary wrote a few sentences, but she squeezed the paper and threw it in the trash.

He wrote back, though,

Too ordinary his words. There are no specials!

He squeezed it back and threw it away.

Whether it was how much paper he threw away, the SPG just waited patiently for him.

" Mom needs help" asked the SPG.

"I'm confused, what to write".

"This hour is for special people?"

" Yes mbak"

" Biriday gift?"

"Not mbak"

Then Mary told the details about Akbar to the SPG.

" Might not need a lot of words, but it's straightforward and precise. Usually men with characters like you say are not so demanding about the narrative"

" Maybe"

Then the SPG wrote on a piece of paper and showed it to Mary.

"Ok, sip. Thanks to mbak".

After buying Tissot Mary, we went back to the hotel.