Aerospace

Part 55 - Restless and Restless

Camila Pov's

Since our return from Seoul, Om Dirga never again showed his nose. This has already been a week. Where'd she go.?

Within a week it can be counted how many times he chatted to me. Most just a question what else or have you eaten?.

That's all there's nothing else. Is it possible that Danu has returned to Indonesia?

Like the other day I heard from Om Dirga's story if Danu's going home because his dad's getting married.

If Danu came home that man should have met me, right?

I remember the last time I met Danu. At that time Danu who was going to London had asked me to wait for her to return.

God, why am I just waking up now. What if Danu finds out that I'm married to her Om.

Ah must be Om Dirga is upset right now. It's only fitting he didn't see me at all. Huft.... We should have met and talked about this together instead of Om Dirga who stayed away from me and did not want to see me at all.

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With lethargy I went downstairs, I put the bag on the sofa of the family room next I headed to the dining room. No appetite for breakfast actually but it has become a routine in this house if breakfast is mandatory.

" where do you want to go, never to be seen. What's back to Riau.?" ask Mom when I just landed my ass on the chair.

I shook my head, "don't know Bun."

Mother frowned. "do you not know? ."

I just put my shoulder out. I don't know where Om Dirga is. The project in Riau has been completed. It's not that I never asked him where he went. It's just that the answers I get always don't make sense.

I called her once, but said "again meeting later call again" . Then if I call her at night, she says she's still on the street or at the club. Even if I ask via whatsapp sometimes answered sometimes in the read was not.

For a long time I became lazy and tired of myself. I decided to no longer pay attention to it, after all when the beginning of marriage there was no problem either there or there was no Om Dirga.

It's just that now it feels like there's no spirit. Huft... I breathe through my mouth.

Mother looked back at me.

" you're okay, baby." Mommy looks worried.

" Mila is good. Um... Mila to college first yes bun." I stood up.

" not finished his breakfast."

" it's full of bun."

I brought the dishes that still contained fried rice to the dishwasher, before the rest of the rice that I did not spend by being forced to throw in the trash. Actually I can't bear to throw rice, but how else I no longer have appetite.

" Mila go first bun. Assalamualaikum." I said goodbye by kissing the back of your hand.

" waalaikumsalam. Heart on the road."

******

" Mila.....!!!"

I who was in a hurry to walk on campus was forced to look back because I heard someone calling my name.

" sister Ilham." I muttered.

" what else the man is still bothering me. "I grumbled in my heart.

" mm... Mila's... L'm... I want to apologize to you." said brother Ilham when he stood in front of me.

" i'm sorry for what sis." I asked pura not understand. I'm still upset with this guy. I remember how he told me that night.

" sorry for all my mistakes. Sorry for all my prejudice against you. And sorry for my harsh words the other day."

" ooh..."

" storage Om Om." I interrupted

" no.not like that. "

" oh or the cheap lady. "

Sis ilham grimaced." sorry..... "

" yes, brother. Now my sister knows that I am married. "

" you will forgive me. "

I'm nodding. It feels bad to deal with him again.

" thank you. "

" i'm first brother. Going to class."

" oh... Okay fine. Please"

I hurried to leave Ilham. Back down the corridor to my class.

***

After the semester break, back to activities and struggling with a stack of tasks. Next month, I started a lot of practical work. It feels really tired. Not only tired physically but also the mind.

Not to mention finished thinking about Om Dirga, this morning already had to be faced with brother Ilham.

The afternoon. Don't be surprised if I can be on campus all day. But indeed the tasks in the medical faculty were densely creeping.

I walk towards the parking lot. Looking for where my matic motor is.

My phone rang, I opened the bag and looked for the presence of the flat object.

It had the name "mama" on the screen when I got it.

" what's mama calling. Tumbens. Or don't don't do something with Om Dirga." I thought to myself.

I quickly shifted the green button.

" assalamualaikum ma."

" greetings waalaikum. Where is Mila.?" ask my mother-in-law.

" it's still on campus ma."

" mom can you ask for help.? "

" please what ma. "

" Mila can come here. Go to mom's house now. "

" now ma. Sorry ma... Did something happen to Om Dirga.? " i'm full of worries.

" there is no dear. It's just.... There's something you want to talk to Mila about. Can come here now, right? "

" good ma. Mila's there now. It just so happens that Mila's college is done too."

" thank you. "

" same same ma. "

Mind confused. What's the matter exactly. Why does your mother's voice sound hoarse like she's crying.

Hopefully nothing happens to Om Dirga. With haste and various kinds of thoughts that raged, immediately I used my motor matic. Out of the campus parking lot to my mother-in-law's house.