(Revised) Regretting It Too Late

Go home

The night the atmosphere of the cafe looks more rame and my employees also look more busy.

I sat in the rest room working on my messy designs because I couldn't focus, because of my problems.

"Adinda, are you okay. Sorry to have just learned the story from Didi mas about your problem" said Ayuni who had just come the same mas Didi.

"Loh, mbak. How are the nights here, yes thank you mbak, maybe this is the path of destiny Dinda" I said as I stood up to welcome the arrival of mbak Ayumi and hugged her.

"Don't know you're a strong man, surely God will plan something beautiful for me later. Amen" he said with a sweet smile.

"Amin ya rabb" said I guarantee the sentence mbak Ayuni.

"Yes, if there is no good soul mate, then I will marry him myself. Because I don't want my little girl to be hurt and hurt again" said Dido mas who came along.

"Mas Dido" I hugged my brother spoiled.

"Yes, tomorrow I'm gonna get your stuff at your ex-husband's house"

"Yes, please just take Dinda's clothes mbak, who will stay there alone" I said begging mbak Ayuni.

"Well, I'll just pick up your clothes tomorrow. Yes, I've been back, I'm patient" Hugged me tightly before leaving.

"The anter bag is back, baby" said mas Didi while peeping my forehead.

I don't know since I got so close and sometimes spoiled the same to these two sons of Om Bambang. Maybe because they are good and always consider me family, so I also bottom with feel comfortable and so began to be spoiled with those who are very much in pain and need family affection.

In the morning, the, while waiting for Didi mas and Ayuni mbak who took my stuff in Bram mas house I sat back in my seat and I began to fill the time by strumming my guitar strings and chanting songs.

Listen in

I'll ignore it

My wish wolf

So that you calm down with her

I bet

All my bodies

For your sake star

let me reach you

Hugged you

Indulge you

Sleep in my arms

In my arms

In my arms

let me delay

All my desires

Don't own yourself

For all

Tlah implied

You are mine

let me reach you

Hugged you

Indulge you

Sleep in my arms

In my arms

In my arms

let me reach you

Hugged you

Indulge you

Sleep in my arms

In my arms

In my arms

Dreaming of us,

Dreaming of us

Don't you ever wake up, please,

From your sleep,

In my arms

Songwriter: Andri A. Iskandar/Engkan Horikan

Star Lyrics.

"The song is so sad, is something going on?"

As for the person who made me shocked, I don't know that person and I sing with myself instead of on the podium.

"Sorry, if aya is sassy. Can I sit here?" he said again, standing looking at me.

"Ah, yes sorry. Go ahead" I said, awakening from my coldest sense.

"Oh yes introduce me Faris. I know you because I've seen you singing in this cafe" she said politely and with a gentle smile.

"Oh, yes. I am Adinda, greetings. Thank you for your attention" I welcomed the man's hand.

"It's good to know you, sister, your voice is also good to hear. I'm so often at the bottom of the atmosphere with the song you're performing"

"God thank you very much, I am glad that there are people who like the song I bring, because I sing to be able to entertain the people who come to my cafe"

Faris and I talk a lot and at length, I feel like talking to him maybe because he's a very rama person and well I'm so comfortable, walo we just got to know today.

After chatting with Faris I also went to my old house with Didi mas and Ayuni mbak who came to pick me up at the cafe, from taking my clothes at Bram mas house.

When we arrived at the house I was greeted by Bi Sum who hugged me tightly and cried. Because during the time I was married to Bram mas I rarely came home to this house. I'll come here to pay bi sum and man Ujang salaries, or if I finish my pilgrimage to the graves of my parents.

"My house now you will be my shelter again" I said in my heart.

"Non, my God, why is this so? Why come here even never told the same aunt. What non Dinda can't cause the same distress aunt" complained bi Sum to me while continuing as much as she pleased.

"Suda bi, Dinda is not papa. Dinda is fine, this is the way Dinda lives. Dam now we'll be together again" I hugged bi sum, the man who had been taking care of me since I was a child and had come out on his own for me.

When we arrived at the house I was greeted by Bi Sum who hugged me tightly and cried. Because during the time I was married to Bram mas I rarely came home to this house. I'll come here to pay bi sum and man Ujang salaries, or if I finish my pilgrimage to the graves of my parents.

"My house now you will be my shelter again" I said in my heart.

"Non, my God, why is this so? Why come here even never told the same aunt. What non Dinda can't cause the same distress aunt" complained bi Sum to me while continuing as much as she pleased.

"Suda bi, Dinda is not papa. Dinda is fine, this is the way Dinda lives. Dam now we'll be together again" I hugged bi sum, the man who had been taking care of me since I was a child and had come out on his own for me.

My daily life still revolves around the house, cafe and restaurant only. I still haven't been to the boutique during my divorce from Bram, because I'm still not ready to tell Yulia my friend.

That afternoon the condition of my village was so ramae he said there was an annual study acra for the village ruwat to be held at the village crossroad, and everyone would come to gather there to do tahlilan, he said, semaan al-Qur'an and closed with a study event, as well as do'a from kiyai are invited to the annual event of the village.

"Non we're going to cook what is this non to anther to the village hall later? Did aunty cook rice just sit, because yellow rice has been cooked earlier"

"No need to cook bi, let Dinda later say the same mas Dido and mas Didi aja to nganter cuisine directly from there to the village hall" I replied to bi Sumi who looked busy thinking what to cook.

"Walah ya already dech kalo that, later aunt just say the same citizens if the cuisine has been delivered ya non" said bi sum very cheerful. I just answered with a nod.

The night of the study has begun, me and also bi sumi set out to listen to religious stories as I gather with my neighbors.

"Loh, is this Dinda? In the long time did not meet the more beautiful son, since son Dinda married mother so rarely met because son Dinda also rarely come home here. But you don't want to kid now? I've heard the story, mother do'ain you later get a much better mate from now on, you are still easy and beautiful gini. Allah will certainly open the way later." said the mother of my neighbor Dami who used to come home often just to talk to my mother.

"Yes mom, amen. Thank you for your concern" I replied politely and also casually. Maybe because there are not too many memorable memories between me and Bram so the sense of loss after the divorce also did not have a long effect on me.

"Oh yes son Dinda, can you ask for help with my son Dinda? About the mother's son" he said to me.

"Why with my mother's son? I mean, Yuyus isn't she ma'am?" many ensure.

"Yes, son, can Dinda hire him. He just graduated from school, and there is no work experience. Dinda's son has a big restaurant" he told me shyly. Maybe he felt sorry because he had just met for help, but I actually like people talking about what it is like this.

"God willing, ma'am, let me join the mas fair tomorrow. It's up to Yuyus to come to the restaurant or at the cafe where he likes it" I said while patting Dami's shoulder.

"God, thank you, son of Dinda. Thank you very much. Nak Dinda is really similar to alm. Both of her parents are ya bu Sum? Good and friendly too. It's stupid of her husband to divorce her" Dami said many times, holding my hand.

"Yes right, I am also upset that his name is called. His parents are good at the behavior of his son's cake so" furious bi sumi chimed in the talk of Dami's mother. All I can do is reply with a smile.

"Iya bu Dami, the same. Already let's walk again to the crossroads of ma'am to listen to studies"

And I went to listen to my studies and gather with the people in my village. The atmosphere was very crowded, there I met and talked with many people and neighbors. And they all gave me a good do'a. I began to hope that from doa they would all be heard by my Lord.