Melani And Her Boy's
Not Him
The night wind was blowing slowly. The streets of the city looked crowded at that time. Bright lmpu lights illuminate the side streets of the city. A green-colored fan lit up on the side of the room.
Even on Saturday night Melani had to keep working at the warkop. Help find a mouthful of rice for himself and his father.
Now her small hand is twisting on a table. Eliminate a coffee stain that has just fallen because of a break. He brought the cup back to the sink. Put it with a kitchen appliance that he must also wash.
He put a packet of coffee grounds back in a new cup. And brew it with a quarter of the hot water from a flask.
His hands look very shrewd when stirring coffee with a spoon. Put the cup of coffee back on a tray. To give to customers whose coffee has fallen.
After giving me that cup of coffee. His ears heard the call of the owner of the warkop from the entrance of the warkop.
"Neng Melan, something's coming!" mrs Dedeh shouted, looking around the warkop trying to find the whereabouts of the girl.
His neck turned towards the sound. "Yes ma'am, just a minute." - Melani, immediately ran towards the door of the warkop.
His smile expands when he finds out he is looking for someone. Did the young man he was waiting for now decide to meet him again?
His heart rumbled, imagining the young man's face. He can't wait to say hello again. And smelling the scent of the young man, even he would really slap himself if the young man came back to see him tonight.
Her legs stopped in the doorway. Her smile that brushed from her pink lips vanished. Now his heart rumbled with disappointment at his own expectations.
Meanwhile a young man who had just stepped down his motorcycle walked over to the girl. The young man apparently carried a packet of rice paper with a transparent crackle. The young man smiled brightly. His feet quickly stepped towards the girl.
The girl could only exhale her breath gently. Then I had to paint a smile on her lips.
"Here I bring you something" said the young man giving a plastic bag in his right hand.
Melani received the plastic bag, looking inside the bag. His forehead looked wrinkled, guessing the contents of that pack of rice paper.
"Gue had bought fried rice with my friend, I also bought fried rice for you." the young man smiled, explaining the contents of the plastic bag he had given to the girl.
Melani could only nod, she re-imposed her smile. "Thank you already want to bring this for me" he said while slightly chuckling.
"It's a booster for your work spirit" said Raffa, showing his finger to a bag of plastic that Melani had clasped.
"By the way, how do you know I work here?" melani asked, as she remembered, he never told the young man anything about his work.
Raffa chuckles. "There, don't forget to eat the fried rice. I'll take care of you, bye." The young man replied, stepping away from the girl while still showing her smile.
He also put his helmet on. Then turning on her motorcycle engine, it quickly left Melani staring at her flat.
After Raffa left, the girl could only stare at a pack of fried rice in her hand. The lump of rice paper reminded him as he provided Adam, a packet of warteg rice for him.
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