
[Man!]
"Yes Cipluk! What was? I just got to go home from the office!"
[If I go out, bother me?]
"When? Now then? Where's?"
[I'm shareloc huh?]
"okay!"
Hhh..... Rahman breathed. He could feel that his little friend Cipluk was having a pretty serious problem. Because his voice sounded hoarse, like crying out.
As Rahman knows, Cipluk is a strong woman who almost never cried when she was a child. I don't know if it changes now, because of the burden of life.
Rahman looked to the left. Looking for the figure of Astari doctor who invited him to meet at this cafe.
He took the smartphone out of his pants pocket.
It turns out that Cipluk is stuck in traffic at the HI roundabout. Make him have to wait for a few minutes.
"Maman oncom happy birthday!"
Terkesima Rahman stared at Astari's face which looked bright with a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand.
What date is this? Happy birthdays? A birthday?
Rahman looked at the date numbers on his phone. April 2nd. This is his birth date. Right now he's turning 36. The older he thought.
He blushed in embarrassment at the unexpected surprise of Cipluk, his childhood best friend. He even forgot his date of birth.
"Hahaha..I myself forgot Pluk, if today my sweet seven!"
"Hahahaha! Refuse old huh!?"
Astari sits in Rahman's front seat. Their eyes looked at each other, before long laughing together.
Astari took out a small box from her bagpaper. There's a mini tart in it. The number 1 in the area.
"I'm only one year old?"
"We just met one day. Yesterday afternoon at the clinic where I work!"
"Hahaha... okay!"
"Make a wish, bro! What was your biggest wish this year?"
"I want to have a child!"
"Aamijin!May your prayers be soon granted by God! Happy birthday, huh? Sorry, I surprised you with my sudden call! I'm doing this to make up for the 21 years we've lost! Just a flower, right? Don't have money to buy gifts!"
"Hahaha, you're old but romantic! Thanks for the surprise! Make haru!"
"Cute dong!"
Astari chalked cream cake to Rahman's cheek to make Rahman reply to the actions of his best friend with a laugh full of excitement.
"Ish, my make up is so cemong nih gegara lu, oncom!"
"La khan lu first the prank! Here, I added again to make it more cymong!"
"Oncooooom safe!"
"Hahahaha, less pluk!"
The two are like Tom n Jerry, attacking each other but still with a carefree laugh. Forgetting the age when it is like that.
"Udah ah! I'm tired of laughing mutely! Oiya, I'm going to Surabaya tomorrow. There's a meeting at the Hyat Hotel! What can I bring you, man?"
"I guess surabaya?"
"Yes. Meet crazy rich Surabaya!" the answer was half whisper.
"Uhuy.... Find duren!"
"Suwe louh! It's not! I'm just focusing on Ezza!"
"Your son Pluk?"
"Yes. Ten years. Later if I take Ezza to the pesantren, I want ya? Ezza loves to talk to the gentlemen!"
"Yassalaaam....! What are my fathers!?"
"Yes, you are fathers! Should I call my grandparents?"
"Hahaha asem you're Pluk!"
"You're bitter as bitter as bile! Hihi...! Yeah, go home. Maghrib soon! Your wife's waiting, man!"
The faces of the two who were full of cream cake tarts have now been clean again after they washed in the washbasin toilet cafe.
Rahman smiled. Actually he still wanted to chat with Astari.
I don't know why. Every time he met her, his lips always wanted to smile. And time seems to pass quickly. Could it be because there is a comfort that he felt while with Astari.
He was comfortable making friends with Cipluk from childhood. Even their nanny, who is the sister of the brother, often feed them to eat on the same plate. Alternating each other for a bite.
That's why Rahman is not awkward to talk and joke while laughing with Astari.
Little Rahman to teenager is indeed a pleasant person. He is the son of a rich man who has everything. Many friends who like to hang out with him. Although not a few who just use it.
Hhh.....
Czechoslovak. Czechoslovak. Checkered
Someone took a picture of both of them secretly. I don't know what it means. Who would want to spread the word of the birds proximity to both.
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