Regret Room
Car Riding

"I came back first. If you're going back to Jakarta, let me know, I'll pick you up at the airport," bima said when Seruni would release him to go with a car that would deliver Bima to the city center and to the airport to Jakarta.

"Yes, as soon as I go back to Jakarta, Bim. You've been saying goodbye to your family?" ask Seruni.

"I've seen my mother, but she doesn't want to see me. So it was just talking to dad."

Seruni nodded while taking a long breath. Actually he was not feeling well. Because Bima chose him, Madam Tono was indifferent to her son.

The car then passed from the front of the dimly lit stall mak Ute. Seruni waved his hand until the vehicle disappeared perfectly from sight.

"Long times the breath you breathe, Run. Like not willing to separate from Bima. Though later will meet again is you and him," teased mak Ute who happened to witness the separation in the meantime.

"That's how, Mak, Seruni and Bima were being hit by crazy love. Also remembered me with bang Burhan so," added mbak Rini whose hair color is as bright as the morning sun.

"Burhan again you discussed, he will marry the widow next door. Never mind, man don't you bother."

Mbak Rini looks goiter with advice from mak Ute then leave with a little facemasks. Seruni smiled. The problem in the dimly lit stalls of mak Ute is only about love that certainly will never exist. That is, the prostitutes*r there said mak Ute must know himself. Do not expect more on men who often come just to ride, especially on people's husbands, do not fall in love and force marriage because at that time, too, mak Ute will chase them away because such feelings will be a problem in the dimly lit stalls.

"No, Mommy, Ma'am, I'm just confused about my relationship with Bima. Want to see when we continue to walk without the blessing of both parents like this."

"Eat it, Run, don't you play!" sindir mbak Rini while stirring the soup that is being cooked. It means to insinuate mak Ute who immediately threw a napkin to the woman's face.

"The union is different from you and the others, Rin. He didn't show off the mountain and the cave!"

Mbak Rini just grinned to hear the protest from mak Ute. Then he then remained silent and heard the outpouring of Seruni's heart.

"If you have made up your mind and Bima, then just get married, Run. Later if you and he already have children, the child will bridge your relationship. As soon as the hearts of parents, if you have a grandchild, it will be destroyed," commented Rini later.

"Well, tumben you're smart!" sambar mak Ute's.

Seruni laughed seeing it. In the dimly lit stall, it was already so open. Speak so bluntly, but still be listened to carefully.

"I just don't want Bima's determination to backfire on himself, Mak. Didn't expect this relationship to reach this stage."

"I go to the market, Mak, want to go buy flowers to the tomb of mother and father tomorrow," said Seruni in the afternoon after he was neat with a butterfly-patterned vintage dress.

"Yes, you better buy it. Tomorrow Friday must be a lot of nykar people and flowers sold in front of the cemetery usually run out quickly."

Seruni nodded then started down the road leading to the base of the ojek. After arriving at the market, Seruni immediately bought some fruits and also other foods for the dimly lit stalls. Then hurry to the place where children often sell flowers.

"I don't have the change, Ma'am."

Seruni smiled lightly and gently rubbed the little boy's head.

"Take the rest for you."

"But this is too much."

"It will be useful to buy rice as well as good food," said Seruni to make a smile on the lips of the child so it rises.

"You don't sell paper?" ask Seruni.

The little boy nodded. The paper flower means Bougenville flower. If the villagers call it that.

"It just so happens to be over, brother. I haven't picked it yet. But if you want, I can pick him up and drop him off tomorrow."

"What's wrong, brother, this is enough."

Seruni finally searched for the paper flower herself. In one of the places, which is quite lush with a lot of wild and lonely plants, there Seruni is now. There are many flowers he is looking for. Sumringah Seruni picked it. As it passed, he saw something moving.

Seruni accidentally saw the car behind a large trunk. The glass is open a little. He could clearly see the men and women inside. Then he rushed back and immediately walked calmly looking for a motorcycle after walking far enough.

"Are there no inns in this village?" ask Seruni while shaking. He knew exactly who the women and men in civilian uniform were.