Barra For Rumi
Acquaintance

Going that night, Rumi had no interest in saying goodbye or just making small talk to Lian. Foolish with her nature as a wife, after all, Lian herself forgot her nature as a husband.

Rumi's choice fell on his own bakery, he brought all his stuff and two cats for a while to sleep there, then, tomorrow morning he will throw a lawsuit letter to Lian.

Opening the shop door, Rumi put all the luggage in. In the middle of the night as Rumi struggles to get away from the pain, she is completely fed up with everything Lian has given her life.

It took a few minutes until Rumi finally locked the door of the store, then, he brought two pet cargoes containing his cats. Indeed, sometimes pets are more loyal than humans, even animals are more sensitive to the state of Rumi. His two ordinary cats did not understand the word silence, becoming so calm, accompanying Rumi well.

Rumi takes both of her cats out of the pet cargo, letting the boy roam the bakery.

However, the unexpected happened, the two cats Rumi did not go wandering, which there approached Rumi, rubbing his head to the woman's knee.

Rumi was silent, his head lowered looking at the treatment he was getting. Instantly Rumi's breathing intensified, his eyes began to glaze over and, ruptured the sob that he had been resistant to.

Alone ..., Rumi felt that, but, kindly in heart God made these two cats seem to want Rumi to realize one thing, that Rumi is not alone, they are there to accompany.

...*****...

It was still morning but Barra had made a small sigh, he focused on stepping with the eardrum made pengang by the sound of two-headed women beside him.

"Where don't you want to try, Bang? His behavior is like that," said the women, his name is Rara, Barra's cousin who is currently twenty-two years old, but, she wants to divorce her twenty-three year old husband.

"What are you getting married for?" tanya Barra still continued to step into the area of the religious court.

"Yes for love, Bang. So, because now it's not love, mending cere."

Immediately Barra let out a heavy sigh, feeling really sorry for Rara's brain that was in the head but not functioning.

"You better not marry again if your mind is still like that" said Barra softly. He approached the guard who was standing guard. "Sir, we want a divorce register." Barra asked for a queue number to register the divorce.

The security guard immediately gave, Barra continued the steps followed by Rara. "And actually Bang, marry because of mutual love, if not love will not marry."

Barra glanced at Rara, which was just the principle of her cousin's sister. "Keep if you keep feeling like that how?"

"What kind of feeling is that?"

"Fall in love and a few years later no longer in love."

"Yes look for true love Bang."

"How to find him?"

Rara's forehead shriveled, in her heart she was confused herself, why did Barra become like an impromptu journalist?

"Abang does not mean anything, only, if you continue to marry because of love and divorce because it is no longer love, your marriage will not last long," barra said she knew Rara looked unhappy.

"What's that?" ask Rara.

"Look, Ra."

Rara took a seat slightly slanted towards Barra. "Bang, the feeling of being married is not it me, why does it seem like you know the most about love? I never had a boyfriend."

Damn it! Barra was thrown a bomb right in front of his face, should he throw the same bomb in front of Rara's face? "You're married but the end is divorced."

Perfect! Rara was gaping stupidly, Barra's words were indeed a bomb. "Ck." So cluck himself. "Judah, the temperature."

"It's not like it-" Barra's words came to a halt, suddenly his two eyes bulging wide to find the face still attached to the memory. That's ..., Rumi! "Wait a minute, you hold this." Barra immediately stood up from her seat, gave the paper number queue to Rara then, he stepped closer to Rumi who had just settled himself into one of the waiting chairs opposite Barra's chair.

Braving was the determination that approached Barra, he approached Rumi who then sat down right next to the woman.

It was certain that Rumi turned her head, quite surprised to find Barra's smile plastered sweetly.

"Loh, you?" rumi said spontaneity.

"Barra Mardica." Barra stuck out her right hand, intending to officially get acquainted with Rumi who looked a little snapped.

"Oh, Rumi," he replied to Barra's hand.

"It just so happens to be unexpected to meet here huh, Ma'am," the man said in pleasantries.

"Call Rumi, well yeah, I have some business here. You?" Rumi welcomed Barra's pleasantries well.

"Same, again with a cousin sister who's getting a divorce."

"Ah .., yes." Rumi's head nodded, then he did not know what to say.

"I'm sorry, what are you doing here?" barra asked as decently as possible. Let's just say he's evil, but, honestly from the deepest heart, Barra has hope.

Rumi did not immediately answer, he lowered his head to look at the file map he brought from home. "Take care of my divorce and my husband's, '" Rumi replied very slowly.

Just curse Barra, curse him as soon as possible because he really does not believe that his heart can be torn cheerfully to hear Rumi's statement. That is ..., this woman will soon not bond with any man anymore right?

Oh help Barra to have a sense of empathy, after all, where maybe he will easily approach a newly divorced woman, impossible.

"Want me to accompany you? Along with my cousin's sister," said Barra softly, still trying to be polite and friendly.

Rumi looked up at Barra to give her answer, which was a light bell. "No need, thanks for the good intentions."

See? Barra was sure a thousand percent he would struggle with sweat and blood if he still desperately wanted Rumi. But, there is no harm in fighting hard the first women who touched his heart, right?

"Well, if you need anything, I'm sitting there." Barra pointed to the chair that contained the figure of the strange magical bin Rara.

"Yes," Rumi's response nodded her head for the umpteenth time.

If you have received rejection like that, inevitably Barra rose from his seat, the little acquaintance session using pleasantries was completed, Barra only needed to pray to fate. Praying for one thing, reunited with Rumi who was willing to accept the presence of Barra, either as what.