Leaning Zone
S 2 Is it possible? Possibly
HAPPY READING
The marshal could breathe a sigh of relief when finally the girl his mother had sent had already left from there. Her mother has a new hobby now, which is setting a blind date schedule for her firstborn. He really wanted Marshal to get married soon because Maria Sastra the sister had just proposed her lover. This makes his mother panic because if until Marshal stepped over he was afraid his son would be an old virgin and difficult to be a partner forever.
Marshal is still on Planet Caffe because he must replace David to meet the winner of a writing contest that is paltformnya held. If most prizes are given in the form of money, this time the platform gives a resolution that the prize given is a contract against the work of the winner that has been determined. With such a gift, Marshal hopes he can find a reviewer who prioritizes a work not only limited to reading.
David's breath was on, now it's been almost half an hour. But until now, Marshal has not received any signs that what he is waiting for will arrive soon.
Marshal looked at the clock and began to feel impatient. He doesn't like to spend a ghost for nothing. He is a person who values time. He likes people who are undisciplined. Fortunately, now there are things that make you feel that his existence is not entirely in vain. A woman who at the first meeting directly managed to stop in her memory a few days ago is now sitting sweet not far from him. Unfortunately their first meeting was far from a good impression so the Marshal felt reluctant to approach, if not possible now they are chatting together.
As he was looking at the beauty of God's creation, suddenly Marshal heard a ring coming from his cellphone. He immediately shifted the green button when he knew David was the one who was calling him.
“It's been almost half an hour, and I seem to regret not following your proposal to replace the winner,” Marshal said when he just connected David's call on his phone.
“What's the reason?” ask David across the street.
“Until now the person has not arrived,” Marshal replied in an unhappy tone.
“Loh, he has come from before 3.” A little surprised David heard what Marshal said.
“Masa? Why not get me?”
“Have you contacted him?” David asked again.
“But.”
“Hmm, trousers. He comes also will not nyamperin you, the person he already does not know your number, muke you he also does not know.”
Marshal massages his temple. “Ya already, send the contact.”
“Udah cave send. So if there's a WA it's read,” annoy David on Marshal from across there.
Marshal disconnected his call without greeting first. He immediately opened a message that David had not been read. Indeed there is a message in the form of a contact without a preface.
Without waiting any longer, the Marshal immediately dialed him the number that David had sent. Marshal stuck his phone in the ear followed by a view that he circulated the various corners of the caffe. Although he had not found what he was looking for, his gaze was fixed on a beautiful woman in a gray shirt.
Marshal sharpened his gaze when suddenly the woman seemed to have something on her phone. Why such a coincidence? When I call someone, why does he seem to be taking calls? Inner Marshal.
“I, yes hello,,” Marshal stuttered when he realized that his call had been answered. He was too focused on the beautiful object that had been grabbing his attention so that he did not realize that his call had been connected since.
“Halo, my Black Pearl author Dew Dusk.”.
His ears listened, but his eyes were still fixed. And now Marshal is frozen. Could it?
“Halo, hello..” this female voice came back calling a few times.
“Ekhm..” Marshal cleared his throat to ease his nervousness. “Where are you now?” tanyanya.
“I'm on Planet caffe.”
“Where are you sitting?”
“I sit at..”
The woman Marshal was contacting seemed confused looking for anything she could compass her existence.
“Are you a woman with brown hair and wearing a long grey t-shirt?” ask Marshal to the point.
“Nah yes. Exactly it. You where, let me to your place,” said this woman cheerfully happy.
Marshal did not answer. He got up from his place and walked over to Hana. “I'm behind you..”
“What are you editor Newrite?” ask Hana to Marshal who since his appearance just silent.
Instead of answering the Marshal stretched out his hand.
“I Marshal. Nice to meet again..” said Marshal with a gaze that has never broken since.
Hana grimacing. With a little hesitation, he shook that hand. Meet what, this feeling is still the first meeting, Inner Hana. And after shaking enough hands, Hana immediately allowed Marshal to sit at the same table as her.
“And whose name are you?” ask Marshal.
“My name is Hana,” replied Hana. When shaking hands he forgot to mention his name because he was busy thinking about the words of Marshal who felt he had met him.
Both silent. Honestly Hana was uncomfortable when this man named Marshal just kept silent and blatantly kept staring at him. He wants to talk but he doesn't know what to wear for now.
Marshal was also reluctant to open his voice, because if he started soon then the discussion will be completed sooner. If all is done then Marshal is sure that this woman will definitely leave soon. If this woman leaves, then this meeting will end up being so blue.
“Ehm... regarding my writing, does anything need to be fixed?” hana asked to start the conversation.
Marshal shook. “Based on your track record, it looks like it's the first post, but why is it that good?” marshal responded solemnly.
“Maybe just a coincidence. All this time I really like to read and only this time ventured to make a work,” lied Hana. Because he really does not want to reveal his old identity that actually already has a name.
“Besides Dew Dusk short story, are there any other works you have?” ask Marshal finally.
“There, but still in outline form.”
Marshal. Just first write why already understand the outline, inner Marshal.
“Do you have a copy?” ask Marshal.
“Emm, on all laptops and now I do not bring.”
Marshal sighed. “Ya already, next time only.”
The two began to talk about the ins and outs of the world of literacy which here Hana listened more. He really wants to be considered an amateur in writing but is good at reading. So all his words are based on the point of view of a reader
So cool to chat, Hana to not realize that her phone vibrates several times. Andre who was contacting him became angry. If this is the case, he cannot continue to work and find Hana is the solution.
“Riza, please send me all my work via e-mail. Especially who should get taken mr. Restu before tomorrow morning.”
“Good Sir..”
Andre just left. The suit doesn't fit perfectly, making it seem like it's not okay.
“Pst...” Rahma inched into the middle of Elis and Riza. “That's why?” asked Rahma curiously.
“By itself right? He just gave a job without giving a reason why suddenly came home,” replied Riza straightforwardly.
“Cause Hana isn't ya?”
“KEPO!”
Rahma retreated hearing the compact cries of Elis and Riza. He felt he had to return to his place before being completely pounced on by his two co-workers.
Meanwhile Elis was not entirely indifferent about this. He cares a lot, but he feels his concern is impossible to express carelessly. His heart had not given up on Andre because he had cultivated this feeling long before Hana existed. He had wanted to give up when Andre did not hesitate to show his love to Hana. He also initially felt lucky because what Andre loved was Hana not him when he saw Hana had to shed tears.
But after Elis had carefully thought through everything, he felt that this time was not yet the time. There has been no definite bond between Andre and Hana in the relationship. Their story could end at any time.
Seriate…