Om Pamungkas
my om,

Where maybe the ultimate can sleep, even though he has decided not to disturb Ratih, but hearing his heart-wrenching sobbing feels endless heartless.

The man who had spent five cigarettes closed the window of his room.

walking out to the door, his heart could not calm down.

On knocking on Hendra's room door,

" Hen, Hendra?" call out to Pamungkas several times, until Hendra finally opens the door.

Apparently Hendra hasn't slept either,

" Why om?" asked Hendra with his eyes still wide open.

" We'll talk for a second.."

hearing that Hendra let Pamungkas into his room.

" To be honest, I'm not calm." said Pamungkas after sitting in Hendra's recliner right next to the bed.

" Because of thinking about Ratih?" Hendra scratched his head that was not itching.

" After om's gone everything doesn't improve.there's nothing I can hide.." she continued.

" why? something to do with what happened that night?" raut Pamungkas seriously, seriously,

" It doesn't seem like it, um,"

" then? what makes it like that?"

" the past is disturbing it,"

" her ex-husband?" bahi Pamungkas wrinkled,

" his ex-husband's wife, his rotten best friend, came and interrupted him again.."

Finally silent, he can not do anything about it, because women's affairs are still women's affairs.

" What did you do to change things?"

" the woman was pregnant om, she also came with the reason of making peace, she also came to,

Hendra was confused as to how.."

The two men were silent.

Morning, morning,

Cold is still piercing, the late who diligently woke up early still curled up behind the blanket.

Sayup sayup Pamungkas heard the sound of a motor out of the yard.

His eyes suddenly opened, because he knew it was the sound of Ratih's motorbike.

" Wouldn't it be Sunday, he shouldn't have opened a cafe on Sunday,

is it because I'm here? she's gone..?" she said in her heart, she was still hiding behind the blanket even though her eyes were open.

" Haaa..hh.." he complained softly,

the damn feeling, not lost is gone too.

Ratih meets with Yunda and Diah, they agree to find an old novel in the Wilis bookstore complex.

" Would you like to put an old novel into your reading garden?" yunda asked while turning over the book beside Ratih and Diah.

" There is actually, but I chose a certain title, because many readers in my place are still in High School." replied Ratih took one of the books that are quite rare, the title Screen expanded.

" Iwang must be happy." said Ratih open the book sheet by sheet, the book,

" you still see Iwang?" ask Diah, please,

" frequently. but because this week I'm off dancing, so she's the one to the cafe.."

" why don't you just go out with her? he's a pretty Rat. his people are calm, the most important thing is just as like art and things that smell the past, just like you..

just look at his burly arms when he became Rama, not to mention that his long hair was in the pigtails backwards..

sexily.." Yunda grimaced, I don't know what he imagined.

" It seems you like him?" Train laughing,

" A. I who sat this set like to be anxious if you see a calm man..

but, Iwang is indeed sexy.." Yunda shut his mouth so as not to laugh as the shadows in his mind were a little outrageous.

" Iwang is nice, and my feelings are nothing more than friends..

pity that he'll be my release later..

he did not demand more." explained Ratih.

" Aye, you could've just said you haven't moved on?" sela Diah, bye,

hearing that Yunda glared at Diah and pinched Diah's arm.

" I was talking wrong? are we friends? I need to know how you really feel so I can help you?" said Diah while grimacing.

" You're right Di. I haven't been able to move on, but it's not my love for Arga, though,

my love has been washed away on him,

all that remained was disappointment and heartache that was still so deep..

let alone looking at Tias' huge belly..

my heart hurts so much.." Practice putting the book he has chosen.

" right. I should be happy, but..

I was scared.", though..",

" what are you afraid of, Rat? you're beautiful, young, you can make your own money." chirped Diah.

Ratih was silent, he did not answer, he threw his gaze in the other direction and continued walking.

" Lho? didn't you buy the book?" asked Yunda chasing after Ratih's steps.

" So, let me walk around first.who knows there is a better cheap." replied Ratih as he continued walking.

Arriving at home Ratih and his friends deliberately sit on the terrace while checking the book they have bought while eating the snacks they have bought.

The three chatted frenziedly and haha hihi as they wished.

It just so happened that papa and mama Ratih were not around, so they spoke as freely as possible,

discussing A, B, and C.

Until they didn't realize that someone was in the garage earlier.

The last who was busy rubbing his motorbike to make it cleaner and more beautiful, of course, heard all the conversations of the women who were gathered on the terrace.

Finally, whose existence was covered by papa Ratih's large body car was just silent and continued to rub until calm.

" If Arga comes to you again just throw him with a Rat stone..

surprisingly, it can be more itchy still looking for you." said Diah furious when tau Arga still often looking for Ratih.

" It was a sign that he was only venting his lust at Tias,

she still loves you, Rat? he's definitely sorry..

make it up you don't stay alone long, though,

look for the more dashing and high-ranking..

anyway it should be more Rat?!" Yunda turned into a stove.

" there's more to be.." Diah interrupted with a smile,

" opo?" ask Yunda,

" size.."

" opo size?" Yunda pretentious fool made Ratih pinch her,

" The size of the object that could make Ratih give up on the bed.." after saying that Diah chuckled, saying,

after Yunda's loud laughter.

" Husss.. What are you?!" He laughed despite the embarrassment.

" Yes..!" there was a sound like a small-sized iron falling down which made the three women instantly silent.

The voice was clearly clear from the garage, though,

" What voice is Rat? said no one was home?" ask Diah, please,

" ah. most mak Karto." Ratih answered actually Ragu.

The three resumed their conversation, cool without a care the sky began to lower the drizzle.

Finally, who had finished rubbing the motor of course got up, he also realized that it began to drizzle down.

The man in short army and white shirt walked out of the garage, as there were no doors connecting the garage and the house,

he must walk through the terrace if he wants to enter the house.

with quiet steps he walked, approaching towards the terrace.

The three women could not hide her shock, the two looked at Pamungkas astonished,

but the two lowered their gaze quickly as Pamungkas walked past the three and walked in without saying hello.

" Sopo?? (who?)" yunda asked quietly and heartily.

" Our oms." replied Ratih a little clumsy,

" oom?? how come you never see?? how young??" Yunda and Diah in unison.

Ratih sighed, he felt lazy to explain.

" Are you Rat right? where could your om be?" Diah chases,

" why is that?" asked Ratih with a lazy expression.

" So young, so dashing? if it's supposed to be.??" at least??",

seeing Ratih whose forehead was getting wrinkled Diah stopped his speech.

" His age and papa's pretty far..

he has been serving outside Java." replied Ratih would not want to explain as well.

" Army??" ask Yunda,

Train nodded, though,

" wahh..how is this, Iwang handsome sexy.om mu handsome handsome handsome dashing...can you be lucky like this Rat.." lamented Yunda.

" But talking Rat.. If you've been there since then, then he's heard all of our talk? from the clean to the dirty??" Diah looked at Yunda and Ratih alternately, the three of them arriving in a tremendous attack of shame.