(Revised) Regretting It Too Late
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That morning the atmosphere of the house was very quiet, mas Bram had departed, while the Monica mother he had left since 6 am. Yes, Bram also forbade me to make breakfast because he was going out of town, and the departure was also early this morning.
I drove my car to the restaurant, because I didn't cook so I had breakfast at the restaurant. After breakfast I told my staff to go to the boutique, and when I got to the boutique I was greeted by Yuni.
"Magi mbak Dinda" said to me, which I replied with a nod. And she followed me all the way to Yulia's room, but Yulia wasn't there.
"Oh yes mbak. Said mbak Yuli yesterday the clothes are finished and have been sent to the boutique in the mole mbak." yuni reported to me when she saw me enter Yulia's room and looked for Yulia who was nowhere.
I thanked Yuni, and I continued to sit on the sofa to continue my work and see the results of Yulia's report sent by email.
Yuni always brought me snacks and also asked me if there was a curse during my time at the boutique, she did it because she knew who I really was from her friend Wati. But as Yulia said, she did not say much when in front of many people.
During the day I went straight to the restaurant, because I was lazy to the mole, because this is also the health schedule of my cats. So the business at the mole I represented Yulia as my boutique manager.
After I finished checking the health of all my cats together with doctor Baim, we also chatted the three in Didi mas room. And it doesn't feel like time has shown at 4pm.
After I finished praying the same imaminated mas Didi. I checked my phone because I thought if I knew there was a call coming in or text coming in for me, but there was no notification at all from my phone.
"No news from Bram Walo mas he's been all day, whether Monica was contacted or not I don't know, because if I ask for sure he'll be angry with me" I grumbled while playing with my cats again which was very charming and agile.
I have so many times been harboring my disappointment
You often leave me alone
This loyalty is not a charade
Sacrificing you, even if you are sometimes disappointed
Every night alone
Wait until the night is over, baby
Every time I ask
Your answer is sorry on the lips
Maybe I should be more patient
Face yourself
This loyalty is not a charade
Sacrificing you, even if you are sometimes disappointed
Every night alone
Wait until the night is over, baby
Every time I ask
Your answer is sorry to be lipped
Maybe you should be more patient with yourself
Maybe you should be more patient with yourself
Songwriter: Pance Pondaag
Longing Lyrics
"Gorgeous lady, may I riques the song? I wanted to listen to a song that I remember so much when I was younger" said one of the diners sitting down enjoying a meal with a woman next door.
I stood up from my seat and looked at the visitor with a smile, I did not answer the visitor's request with words but I nodded my head from where I was standing in front of the piano.
"Please sing the vow of death song from stinky yes, it is a song of memory of both of us" he said again with a shy smile from where he sat.
Hodiernal
I'm in love
I felt different this time
I do it with heart
Love
Listen to me ask
You accepted me to be
Your heart's lover, uh
I really want him dead
His smile makes me helpless
It felt like I was floating in the air
I was captivated by him
I swear I love him
I'm making her happy
Promise to him
Really dead I want him (him, him)
I swear I love her
Until I die, I will take care of her
With everything I have, oh
I really want him dead
His smile makes me helpless
It felt like I was floating in the air
I was captivated by him
I swear I love him
I'm making her happy
Promise to him
Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na
Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na
"This brat is a flower for akak, thank you the song is delicious" He thrust a yellow rose at me with his slurred voice and funny face while holding my cat child.
"Thank you dear" I rubbed the little girl's head.
"Yes, I'm in the cana" he continued by turning to the visitor's desk and I saw a woman smiling at me.
"Okay, baby, you're smart. Say thank you to her sister" I kissed the adorable little girl's cheek.
"Halo assalamu'alaikam Din, Din please tomorrow you masakin fried fish, chicken, yellow rice, bla bla bla" with a very cheerful sound from sebrang, which is none other than Bram mas.
"Yes, wa'alaikumsalam mas. All right, but what's wrong if Dinda knows?" I asked confusedly who was suddenly told to cook so much.
"Tomorrow mas go home, later mas kasik know if already at home yes Din. Assalamu'alaikum" Bram replied and immediately turned off the phone.
"Eh, yes wa'alaikumsalam. What is it, how to cook yellow rice? I want a thanksgiving" I said as I drove my car home.
In the morning I cooked according to Bram's order from the phone. After I finished shopping, I immediately occupied myself in the kitchen. I see Monica's still asleep and not awake.
"Sir, is Monica okay? Don't you work mbak?" I asked and I tapped the door to her room, because she doesn't usually wake up until 10 a.m.
When Monica opened the door she instead answered my worried question to her, but she ran out and pushed me.
"Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumsalam, maaaassss" ran away from Bram's newly returned embrace.
"Darling, congratulations and thank you so much for everything, I was so happy when you told me" hugged and held Monica's mom in circles.
"Mas... I'm home" I asked who just came down from upstairs.
"What's really going on? Why is Bram so part. Here I am like a stranger, or rather their art" I lamented inwardly.
"Dinda did you cook like I told you to?" ask me with a sparkling face while hugging Monica's mother.
"Yes, I've already. It's just finished" I replied as I stepped forward and kissed the back of Bram's hand.
"Yes, Din. You get me ready for the afternoon and Monica wants to take her to mama. Because yesterday Monica sent a photo ppt with a line of two" said mas Bram who again showed his intimacy with the Monica in front of me.
"That means Monica's pregnant? Is that really mbak? Congratulations, Dinda was happy to hear it." I said inquiring and congratulating Bram and Monica on their happiness. Which of course was not answered by Bak Monica, she just smiled cynically at me.
"O Allah, please bring goodness and health always to the baby and also to Monica, bestow all happiness in this house. O Lord, and if your servant also wants to have and can feel happiness as a true woman. Please put happiness in the name of your servant, Lord. Amien amien yes rabbal'alamien." I asked my Lord at the end of each of my lonely nights.
"Maybe there are times when I will also feel happiness like most women feel when they contain their baby?" I sighed deeply as I laid my body on the bed, asking inwardly.
