ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXVII: Mother's Guidance

The Siang King inching sank in the western horizon. Now it is the turn of the Goddess of Night to seize the throne on the throne of the sky. The glow of the lights began to glow to fill my room. The creaking of an old fan completes the sound of night music. It's a good time to unwind after a day of wrestling with pain. I'm grateful, at least until this moment I'm still fine. Right now, all I feel is a little cheerful.

Missing the affection?

Might as well.

Lying sick in the rented room was not entirely sad. On a note, we have loyal and understanding friends. After receiving intensive care from Dahlia and Darwis, it is now the turn of the rented friends to take turns to see my condition. Instead of being sorry, they were happy to see my suffering.

“Apes. Sprained legs, now your heart is sprained,” said Doni. He started exploring my room, hoping to find something to eat.

“Denger-denger, his girlfriend had just arrived. Hence it is now healed,” added Andre.

Uh, how does Andre know? Though the arrival of Dahlia I have kept meetings so that no one will know. It's suspicious. Who leaked the secrets of this country?

“Pacar? I don't have a boyfriend!” my exposition.

“Lha the Dervish?” doni taunts. His laughter scattered the scent of hatred.

Goddamnit!

Indeed, so far Darwis most often visited the rented. So the name Darwis is quite fragrant here. But the malicious accusation that I was dating Darwis is a serious one. This defamation could drag Doni to the green table.

“I'm still craving milk!” answer hence.

Doni's laughter exploded. Farhan and Andre laughed. Maybe in their minds, I can also joke. Though all this time I was known as a quiet person and low sense of humor. Once joking, it leads to an area that creates ambiguity.

Hearing their satisfied laughter, resentment peaked. Their senses are dead. It seems that the pain I experienced was only considered camouflage.

“You are sick because of the late singles,” as late as Andre.

I'm speechless.

It's better to be single than to follow Andre's vague lifestyle. Many female friends, but status is unclear. It's like om-om's happy. Changing girls without a sure bond. Modal looks and looks like that are easy to trick girls.

“The pursuit is your true love! Love requires sacrifice. If you just wait, until lebaran monkey you remain single. Do not let the rust continue to be unable to be used!” added again.

Basic geblk!

A rust? A little fail to understand I mean this. A knife?

When Andre said to pursue true love, why did the one in my mind cross the name of Lusi? Should I fight for this classic, endless story?

Farhan held my forehead. A smile on his lips.

“Not a fever yet. I was going to ruqyah, who knew something was following you. The occupants of this room used to be sick too. Uh, it turns out that there is something to follow ..” explained Farhan.

Blood rustling. I don't need to respond. Because whatever the response, will encourage Farhan's desire to tell stories about the world of metaphysics that makes the hair bristles.

“Yes, come out! Tonight Young Master wants a break,” take Andre.

“Later if there is any door gedor my room only Bi,” added Farhan.

After all they, that night they bought me a packet of fried rice, wedang ronde and snacks. We used to joke sadistically, but deep down we were like brothers. Thank God, I was met with good people like them.

The atmosphere of the room calmed down after they died. I deliberately did not inform my mother in Jombang about this pain. Worried, the woman I love later even a lot of thoughts. Let me face this myself. As a man who enters adulthood, he must be able to be independent in making decisions.

A quiet time like this is the right time to evaluate yourself. It's time to rotate the memories that settle in the brain. It seems to have to come to terms with a royal ego. Dahlia's kindness this afternoon began to melt the iceberg ice in my heart. Moreover, remembering the advice of my mother when folding my clothes in a dim afternoon.

“You should always appreciate women, Le. Mother's message, don't ever hurt her heart or hit her. Because what you did was the same as hurting your mother and sister. Remember, Weni is also a woman. You are sincere if he is not treated by other men?” said wise.

Mom's right.

Suddenly Weni's innocent face was drawn in my wishful thinking. It is unimaginable if the only child I love gets bad treatment from men. Maybe all this time what I did to Dahlia was a mistake. Despite the severity, there was no intention to hurt him. Maybe I should change my attitude. Can't behave like milk in a tubal water.

Back my memories were thrown in the vortex of the past. When I had no income, Dahlia appeared like Wonder Woman, offering me as a translator. Then a barrage of sweet events replayed like pieces of Italian opera. Dahlia, who often brought various foods, offered a ride when trapped in the rain, loaned her T-shirt that now adorns my doorstep, during dinner with her family, and then, while loaning money without worrying about flowers that strangle the neck and lastly when I rot alone in the room due to illness, suddenly he just appeared at the door.

I'm concerned. Is this soul mate?

Anyway, I don't deserve to be unfair to her. But is it true that everything done to me is a symbol of sincerity? Or is there an appendage attached to it?

I don't know.

I think I should find out that answer soon. Enough of the lessons I learned from Lusi. The dimpled girl suddenly slipped out of her grasp without knowing the feelings buried in her heart. This is because my attitude is less gentlemanly, do not have the courage to express feelings. In fact, Lusi repeatedly opened the door wide to give me a chance to spend time with him. But who knows the depth of a woman's heart? Wasn't the woman's heart like an ocean of unfathomable depths?

I also have to mentally prepare if Dahlia really likes me. Can't get stuck in the mind ‘must return the favor for all the goodness’. Given that I myself have been unable to calculate the goodness of Dahlia that has been poured out on me, either morally or spiritually.

Talking about love, my mother once told me that when she married my father there was almost no love. They were the victims of parental matchmaking in the past. In ancient times, the mind of the parents was still dominated by violence so it is still ngetrend whose name is matchmaking. My mother said that love grows with time. My mom never dreamed of having a father. He also never expected a soul mate as handsome as Tom Cruise.

“The important responsibility. Free as good as Roy Marten but not responsible with family,” said mother.

Duh, Roy Marten's standard. Fossil force actor whose name fluttered in the 70s.

I agree, Mom.

Now, what strategy should I employ to know the depths of the Dahlia's ocean of hearts? If it gets too close, fear gets carried away. Understandably, the entanglement of feeling is very difficult to remove. Should I ask him directly? Unfortunately this plan had to be crossed out, on the grounds that my face was not as thick as a rhino.

So how?

Ah, as the wise man said. Time will answer everything. Time will answer.

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