AMEERA'S LOVE STORY
PART 4'S
“Ra” Umar's voice breaks my daydream
“Eh, yes?” ask me awkwardly
“Someone who wants me to talkin” looks doubt in Umar's face when he says it
“By the way, I was horrified kok” I replied casually without taking my eyes off the stretch of tea garden in plain sight.
“I like you, you want to not be my girlfriend?” umar's words surprised me a little. I had expected he would say it. But still hearing it directly made me quite shocked. Because he said it with one breath like he was saying kabul ijab.
I immediately turned my eyes away from Umar whom I had previously turned to because I was surprised to hear the words of love from Umar. I did not answer Umar's question. I still have to weigh my own feelings. Whether the comfort I felt while with Umar during this time was a feeling of love or not. To this day I still cannot feel my own heart.
Umar is a good man, attentive, and understanding. Umar was a hard worker. There is no reason for me to reject Umar.
“I need Umar time,” I replied slowly, “you know for yourself not I just broke up from my girlfriend”.
“Its okay Ra, you have plenty of time to answer him” he replied as he clasped my hand and looked at me fixedly.
“I'll make you happy Ra” a second later we just stare at each other wordlessly. Suddenly Umar brought his face towards me. I reflexively turned my face away while releasing Umar's hand.
“Emmm. Actually, I've been here a lot with Deni. But still the comfort when being here still feels. We continued walking through the tea garden. Sometimes we take photos by using the phone in a place that feels good. There was no talk of Umar's previous love statement. We were just chatting small talk.
We went home after the afternoon. Our walk today ended with a sweet corn grilled cheese by the side of the road. Like a dejavu, the things I do right now feel like replaying my story with Deni. The only difference is the person next to me right now.
I arrived at my boarding house when the sun had started to sink.
“Cieee..
“You've been lying here Nit?” I asked Nita who was still in the same place but in a different position to the last time I saw her this morning
“Huuh, mager nih” said later
“Umar shoot me Nit” I start the story without waiting for Nita to ask
Nita seems interested in my story. He immediately sat down and kept his cellphone which he had been holding on the edge.
“Trus you answer what?” ask Nita enthusiastically
“Not yet I answered” I answered softly
“Why?” tanyanya.
I just shrugged, not intending to answer her question
“It looks like Umar is good Ra, I am also sure he will not make you bored because I see he is a creative person” what Nita said is a little true as well.
***
Time has shown at 22:15 I still can't close my eyes. Umar's love statement this afternoon disturbed my mind a little.
“Tring..” sound notification of my phone indicates there is an incoming message.
[Ra again what? Bobo is not yet?] it was Umar who sent the message
[Not yet] I answered briefly
[Why? Can't be bobo? I must have thought of me again]
[That's very geer of you]
[Oiya... Have you got an answer yet?]
[I mean?]
[You want to be my girlfriend? I seriously love you Meera. Even since we first met
it was at the training hall. You're the sweet girl that's been on my mind ever since. And I am grateful to see you again Ra. Please, give me a chance] I read slowly the contents of a short message from Umar. I doubtfully typed in an answer a short message Umar.
[Jude]
[Judah what?]
[Thank you, Ra. I am very happy.. yaudah, now bobo gih it is too late tomorrow you have to work] Umar's last message that I do not reply again.
Almost a week had passed from the last time I met Umar. Since our status
changing from friend to girlfriend Umar increasingly intense attention. When I opened my phone when I got home from work, there were dozens of incoming messages with one name ‘Umar’. Even though he knew that I was at work and not allowed to bring a cell phone, he kept sending me messages on the grounds that I would definitely read it when I got home from work.
[Met morn Meeraku dear, before leaving for work do not forget to eat breakfast... Love u]
[Lunch my love, don't forget lunch... Miss u]
[Met bobo honey.. don't forget to dream of me yes. mmmuuuaacchhh].
“Dih lebay” grumbled me while throwing the phone over the bed.
Today I was overtime because there was a little problem at the factory. Container cars that will transport goods for export come late due to technical errors. I who served in the large packing section would have to wait for the fleet to come and must make sure the goods to be exported are not wrong, exchanged, or left behind. So that's why I just arrived at the boarding house when the sun really did not appear again.
Today I was alone in my room. Nita is going home to her parents. She said her mother was sick and asked her to go home. The distance from the boarding house to the house Nita can be reached by an hour drive by motorbike if the situation is not jammed.
“Drtttt...drtttt..drtt” my phone vibrates signifying an incoming call.
“Halo Umar..” my sap when the connection starts connecting.
“Hello my love, already bobo yet? Why sms I not bales anyway?” tannya
“I just came home Umar, last night overtime. Here I just want bales” I replied lying. When in fact I was very lazy, he wanted to sleep well immediately.
“Oh so... You must be tired well? Yaudah break gih”
“No, what did you do calling?”
“I just want to ngabarin if I want to go home tomorrow mama, so now off we can not meet.. gapapa yah?”
For what? I'm actually very happy to hear it. Tomorrow I can lay quietly and safely without
I have to shower on holiday. Wkwkwkwk.
“Oh gtu.. yaudah gapapa kok Umar”.
“Oh yes love, we are now dating, you do not call me Umar donk.
“What do you want me to call?”
“I want you to call me father, and I call you mother”
I kept my phone away from my ear. Umar's words just made me tickle myself. I can't imagine calling her with such a ludicrous call. Whatisit? Father...mom... Do we have children? Marry not yet.
“Halo..hello...”.
“Eh yes why Umar?”
“Where did you suddenly cross?”
“Sorry Umar, I overslept, abis sleepy so much” replied me origin followed by yawning while bringing the phone closer so that Umar believe I really overslept.
“Oh that... yaudah bobo gih”.
“Iya... You also yaa”.
“Where unfortunately call?”
‘Jeez... why he sings’ sigutuku pissed off.
“Iya ayaaah”
“Yaudah deh, met bobo ibuu.
I immediately disconnected the phone without answering Umar's previous sentence. I don't know why there was such an ilfeel feeling towards Umar. For me, Umar's attitude lately is very excessive. Isn't anything excessive not good either. Because I was too tired and lazy to think about Umar, I finally fell asleep still wearing a factory uniform that I had not even had time to change.
