DEAR ADAM : Still

That afternoon, Rumi met with Mawar. He had not seen each other for a long time. He talked to each other. Especially now that Mawar's relationship with her extended family has improved. He has often been to Kiai Abdullah's boarding school. The place where Rumi once lived there. Even he felt missed the atmosphere there.

"Mas Rumi is being looked for by your father, when is Mas Rumi there to see you?" Ask Mawar.

"Don't know yet, War. Maybe next month you'll be with your family," Rumi replied. "How is your family there?"

"Thank God all is well, sir."

"Good evening, sir," said a waiter, pausing the conversation between them.

"Yes, Ma'am. What's wrong?" Rumi asked.

The waiter gave him a paper bag containing the opera cake that Rumi had ordered according to his wishes. "This is the order that you ordered earlier."

"Thank you, Ma'am," said Rumi receiving a paper bag from the waiter.

"You're welcome, sir," he replied.

Rumi returns to the conversation with Mawar.