Women At the End of the Dusk
Fellow Indonesians
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Amsterdam is a city in the Netherlands that holds the status of the only city that is below sea level, so that the city is more dominated by the arrangement of long canals, which are, where the length is more than 100 km. There are many bridges around Amsterdam.
There are three main canals in the City of Amsterdam that get the status of a World Heritage Site from Unesco, namely Herengracht, Prinsengracht, and Keizersgracht. The condition is ultimately combined with the classical building architecture on the edge of the canal into an exotic, romantic scene.
Dam Square became the place Rafka visited this afternoon. Many local and international visitors are there.
It has been a month that he is here with the routine of being a student who continued S2 at the Vrije Universiteit Amsterdam. He is no longer foreign to the Netherlands, especially for the City of Amsterdam itself because he had studied at the Junior High School in the city.
'If only Azalia were here. Will he be happy?' Rafka still can't forget her first love. "Look, Li. My body is currently in the land of people, but my heart still seems to be left behind in the land of water. Will my coming here only end in vain because I can't forget you?" lirih Rafka looking up at the sky of Amsterdam.
Not wanting to dissolve in feelings of sadness. Rafka steps towards one of the restaurants that serves European specialties. He hadn't tasted it in a long time. Royal98 is his place of choice.
Royal98 provides an outdoor place so that visitors can still enjoy the outside atmosphere, especially now it is afternoon and many people with their respective activities in the place.
A maid in her trademark uniform comes near Rafka when she opens a menu book. "Call, Meneer. Wat wilt u bestellen?" ask the waiter in Dutch.
("Hello, Sir. What do you want to order?")
"Ik wil Pappardelle al Rag ag bestellen bij Manzo en gewoon water drinken" replied Rafka.
("I'd like to order Pappardelle al Raggento in Manzo and drink only water,")
"Goed, wacht alstublieft, Meneer." The waiter then leaves Rafka.
("Okay, please wait, sir.")
Rafka chose to drink water because he knew, almost all drinks that exist abroad have alcohol levels, both low and high.
While enjoying the atmosphere, Rafka took his phone. The first thing he saw was a sweet smile from a woman he could not reach. While here, he continues to swallow bitter pills from the bitter love story with Azalia.
He shook his head, then looked for his mother's contact. Suddenly he missed his family. It is currently 16:28 Amsterdam time, Shopping. It should be in Indonesia at 21:28 WIB.
It's still possible for Rafka to contact them, hopefully they haven't slept.
Thou shalt! Thou shalt! Thou shalt!
"Assalamu'alaikum, Bun," saa Rafka as soon as the video call is connected and displays the face of the mother.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. How are you, Ka?" Such a soft voice was very soothing to Rafka's soul.
He smiled, then said, "Rafka is good, Bun. How are you guys doing there? Healthy, right?"
"Thank God, be healthy."
"I'm not interrupting Mother's break, am I?" ask Rafka.
"No, kok. Coincidentally Mother from the kitchen continues to see Cahya in her room," replied Mother Kingdom.
"Dad's asleep?"
"You don't know Dad. This hour where there's a father molor. Mother until her whole. Oh, yes, what about Darwin?"
"Om Darwin's good, Bun. Yeah, already. Mommy just rest and Bund try to threaten Dad let nurut said Mother." Rafka wants to fuck her father.
Without them realizing the person who was the topic they were in the door of the room while crossing. See what plans his son and wife will make.
"What threat do you mean?" Mother Kingdom really does not understand.
"Yes .. probably don't give me a ration." Rafka laughed out loud with his idea. Meanwhile, the mother is still digesting well.
"Wow, Daddy's horned. Duh, so horrified. Mother, be careful tonight. If you can prepare the balm so that tomorrow it does not gout." Rafka laughed again.
"Raphaa!" exclaiming Father Azka made Mother Kingdom look at him confused.
Rafka immediately turned off his phone. I felt a little relieved from her heartache. "Tempting Dad turned out to be good, too" he said.
The food had already come from earlier, but he chose to talk to his mother. Now it's time to eat.
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The sky began to turn yellow, Rafka was still at home in place. He focused on his phone until someone's voice shifted his attention.
"Pardon, mag ik hier zitten? De andere stoelen zijn vol."
("Excuse me, may I sit here? The other seat is full")
"Oh natuurlijk's. Alsjeblieft." Rafka invited the man.
("Oh, of course. Please.")
Rafka refocused on his phone, he surfed on the green app. Jariinya presses a chat room with Azalia. He smiled at how he teased Azalia until she blushed. It is seen from the emoticons that are always at the end of the message.
"Now, maybe you're happy" muttered Rafka who was overheard by the man in front of her.
"Sorry, are you Indonesian?" ask the guy.
"Yes. The Indonesians too?" point Rafka.
"Yes. Well, I did not expect to meet fellow Indonesians here. Although there are many WNI here. Oh, yes, meet me Ilyas." The man's hands were stretched out to shake hands.
"Rafka." The two shake hands with each other. "You seem to be above me. May I call you brother?" ask Rafka.
"alright, may. I don't care, I love that call. Reminds me of Indonesia."
The two chatted casually under the twilight sky of Amsterdam without any awkwardness at all, as if the two had known before.
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*That's right or not the background of the Netherlands depends on the readers.. Author has tried everything possible for it🥺
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Nb: Pappardelle al Ragento di Manzo (Abon Beef Doubt)
