YUMNA AZZURA'S

128. Memories in the Rain

It was raining hard today, not like the usual days. This has not yet entered the rainy season. Ah let it be, just a little cool air. Surabaya air is quite hot usually and this time just let the rain to visit this city, so that the thick road dust is carried away by the rain.

Yumna waited outside the cafe, the air was getting colder, she did not bring a jacket just wearing a peach-colored shirt with material pants, black shoes and also a small bag in her cage.

His glasses dewy from the cold air, he took them off and wiped the inside and outside with a handkerchief, then returned to wearing them.

No one in this town recognized him. He's just Yumna Azzura, without Mahendra stuck behind his name, and I don't know if the people here know who Mahendra is? He doesn't care, he just wants to be an innocent Yumna and not attract the attention of the opposite sex.

Yes .... Either her beautiful face is a gift or vice versa. He had received unpleasant treatment from some young men here. Even when he was wearing glasses, there were still people who tried to disturb him.The next time he would make a large mole on his face. Maybe they'll be disgusted and never bother him again.

Yumna regretted, why did she not use the car just to go to work. He instead chose a motorbike for his vehicle, even though Grandpa Hadi has two cars that are now only garage residents at home. One answer if anyone asked, he just wanted a new atmosphere. That'sthat's all.

Staring at the clock on his wrist. It had been almost thirty minutes for Yumna to wait here and the rain had not subsided. His feet were sore, he was cold too. Back to the nature of the cafe is better, the bike is also wet and he is also lazy to drive in the midst of heavy rain this city, not to mention the situation on the road that is certainly jammed.

The smell of cappuchino coffee is pouring out under Yumna's nose. His thin smoke went in there, tempting to take a sip right away, but it was still hot he didn't want his tongue to burn!

Staring out the window, Yumna blew the coffee in her hand. The glasses he let go, he stored on the table, dewy exposed to the heat of coffee. He sat leaning back while holding the coffee cup in his hand. It still rained out there. He tapped his index finger on the cup in hand.

Remembering the past, sweet but at the same time painful to imagine. However, this heavy rain really could make him think back to his story.

Usually if it rains like this, Haidar will take off his work coat and cover their heads both to get to the car door. Haidar will open the door and then run back with a coat on his head until he reaches the other side of the car. Yumna will help wipe the face and also wet Haidar clothes by using dry tissue. The rain has driven him crazy! Why does he remember that kind of thing? It's just the past! Perhaps the man is now happy with his girlfriend. Moreover, it has been counted more than three months they have officially divorced. Not divorced yet, she had planned an engagement, let alone a divorce!

"May I sit here?" a man made Yumna aware of the thought, Yumna turned her gaze. Yumna was speechless looking at the man who without her consent was already sitting before her. "Sorry, all the tables are full, and I see Miss is alone." He brushed off the water on his shoulder, already wet probably because this man ran through the rain. Her hair and face also look wet, but it makes her look more sexy and charming.

"We'll see you again, miss, remember me?" she asked with a sweet smile on her lips. Yumna rolled her eyeballs upwards, a sign of thinking. She seems to have met this guy before but where? When's?