Aksara Taste (For Flavors That Will Not Be Perfect)
Chapter Thirteen

Have you heard of Rustic?

After a few days after the doctor allowed me to return to work, my busy life and routine started again.

By following the advice and rules made by Ms. Aina, my diet was arranged in such a way. The one that usually only drank a cup of tea and a piece of bread, now changed into a glass of milk and a plate of rice kebuli. Ma'am Aina deliberately made it at Mas Rudi's request.

“That sleepiness is not due to satiety, we are the ones who want to sleep.” grumbled Mas Rudi did not agree. He rejected my assumption that eating a plate at breakfast can make you sleepy.

I devoured the rice kebeli made by Madam Aina with annoyance. Not because of the rice, but because of hearing Mas Rudi's lecture at times like this. He acted as a digestive doctor who talked about health problems and indigestion. Then corner me as the main suspect who likes to procrastinate when eating.

“Oh, yes, our house will be renovated.”

I choked when I heard Mas Rudi's words.

Aina's mother who had been standing up earlier, immediately sat down toward us. Hanif and Alif who were busy with breakfast, immediately looked at each other.

“In regards?” asked Ma'am Aina in wonder.

Frankly, our house now feels comfortable and pleasant. I'm used to enjoying this kind of atmosphere. What else do you want to change?

“Yes, not in any case.” replied Mas Rudi casually.

Made Mbak Aina glance at me, asking me to speak up.

“Emang now why? Feelings are fine, deh, Mas.” sahutku clear.

Mas Rudi gulped down his white water, muttering briefly. “Let there be a new atmosphere, Al.”

“Yesterday we met Panji. He said he had an acquaintance of an interior designer whose work was used by state officials at Merdeka Palace. Cool, right?” smile sumringah Mas Rudi accompanied by one eyebrow raised high.

Aina looked at him doubtfully. “New atmosphere, anyway, it's okay. But, if the interior designer is used by state officials, the fee is definitely not gig-nanggung.”

“Quiet. The business is same father. Let the gentleman. You guys just love the idea, our house will be flanked. What style do you want?” reply Mas Rudi while clapping his hands on the chest. Convincing me and Ms. Aina to agree to her idea this time.

“Rustic?” alif said right after Mas Rudi made his offer.

Me, Ma'am Aina, and Mas Rudi were stunned in silence, looking at each other.

“That's a move on what car, son? His name, really cool.” asked Mas Rudi while laughing fake. He was shocked when he heard the word Rustic spoken from the mouth of his son's crazy transportation toy.

“That's not a move, sir. But, kayaking style in the village gitu.” continued Hanif after spending his chocolate milk in one gulp.

Since when did my twin niece know such a term?

Ma'am Aina and Mas Rudi smiled as they got up from the chair. Approaching their two children while hugging him proudly.

After this I believe, soon our house will change style. According to what Hanif and Alif asked for.

*****

The sky is mourning. The cloud is approaching dark. The clouds are moving fast. Following the rhythm of the wind that blows. Moving constantly. Dribbling them to spill. Dropping the fallen water droplets resignedly. Become rain that greets through its light drizzle. And slowly hardened. Covering the sky until it is not.

“Still, yes, Ray. I did not drink Ristretto.” for a long time, I said with a big smile.

I'm elapsed. Prepare to face the pile of manuscripts that are waiting. However, as soon as I sat in the office car, I saw that there were only two manuscripts on the table. It belongs to the Cinnamon I left a week ago and to Fathia who seems to have just arrived.

“Fathia, right, got you. I dare not touch the writing of the boy.”

I smiled broadly at Rayhan's voice. From a distance, I saw a stack of manuscripts had been made up on his desk.

That's friends. Sometimes it leads us to problems that he accidentally created. But, not infrequently, friends also free us from problems that are already in sight.

“I'll treat you something out of this.” I said warmly.

“Totally nih?” rayhan asked with a smile.

“Iya, really.”

“I want Cappucino in coffee shop opposite!”

I jerked. Rayhan is a warm tea man without sugar. I know it.

“Since when do you like to drink coffee, Ray?” manya curious.

“Since I was with Mas Zifran look at you because of the pain at that time. Your friend whose name is Arfian who recommended me to drink Cappucino.”

Rayhan began his story with a glowing face. “Remember, Al, time at the station, is there a fuss in front of the arrival door?”

I nodded, assuring.

“You know who they saw?”

I shook my head quickly. “Who?”

“Arfian!”

If I said I was standing there too, I don't know what it would be. Maybe my meeting with Arfian will have a different story.

“Ngapain? I-I mean why did they see Arfian there?”

“Ya, at that time Arfian participated in PBSI as a selection committee for badminton athletes in Yogya. Your time is not real, anyway? That handsome guy too. Where the achievement is many anyway.”

Ah, that young man. He has a lot of fans.

“Well, continue, that time I also tried maco-maco what was its name. I said I tried it because I followed it. Uh, the guy I was following was, yeah the Arfian.”

I smiled funny. The world is narrow, apparently.

Indeed, we are sometimes connected to people we are not aware of. Space brings together people who have the opportunity to make friends. To establish a relationship.

“Yes already, this afternoon I also have an appointment at the coffee shop opposite. We can make coffee there together, okay?” my bargain that was immediately greeted with two thumbs agreed Rayhan.