Be aground

Try my best

My eyes were not long closed, when I heard the sound of dawn. The drowsiness and coldness of the air, made me close the blanket that wrapped the body. However, the sound of the alarm clock located in the corner of the room, was so deafening. Makes me want to not have to get out of the blanket to turn it off.

This way has always been powerful to wake me up. The phobia I have, makes me unable to fall asleep if there are disturbing sounds. My parents had to put a silencer on the wall of the room, so I could rest well.

With my eyes half closed, I dragged a step towards the console table where the alarm clock was placed, just in front of the bathroom door. Not paying attention to the road, my toes accidentally kicked the foot of the table. Automatically all the nerves in my body that were still half asleep suddenly woke up, accompanied by a small swearing from my mouth.

After the dawn prayer, my mind was filled with Runa's face. The more days my feelings for Runa became stronger. Unlike the days before it was made, usually weekends like this I've been struggling in my small studio to make a cover recording of a song.

Huft, there's no time for lazing around. Basically laziness is like opium, once you enjoy it, you will be addicted.

Trying to gather spirit, I step foot, go down. Maybe with light exercise can refresh the mind that does not want to switch from thinking about Runa.

"Morning, Aden," said Mr. Karsa when he saw me coming out the side door of the house.

"August, Sir. Have you had breakfast, sir?" I saw Pak Karsa carrying a three-stacked enamel patterned striated, similar to cendol.

"Just wanted to eat, Den. Aden want breakfast together? This is my mama's masakin." Pak Karsa showed off the bushel that was in his hand.

"Thank you, sir. I want to eat out and do sports" I refused.

Pak Karsa's children always deliver breakfast prepared by his wife every morning. Mama once prepared breakfast for him, but was subtly rejected. The reason is, only his wife's cooking feels right on his tongue.

Pak Karsa's house is behind my housing complex. So every morning, his mother—his wife— told his son to deliver breakfast for him. Usually from eight in the morning to five in the afternoon, Pak Karsa replaced his son to keep watch at home.

"Where do you want sports? Sigana bade rain, Den" (looks like it's going to rain, Den) Forced Karsa pointed at the sky.

I glanced towards the sky, cloudy. Dark clouds covered the timid peeking sunlight.

"Early run around here, sir. Not going far too," I said, do not want the intention to exercise defeated by the weather.

"Yes already, or. Be careful, Den."

"Yes, sir."

Out of the streets of my housing complex, the frenetic atmosphere of Tubagus Ismail street immediately greeted me. In the past, maybe I immediately turned back to the house

The noise of the streets in the morning, used to make me panic attack.

Ha-ha, if you think back, how weak I was as a guy. Fortunately Runa did not get to ilfil with my weakness. So that he was still loyal to me when some friends had left me.

Trying to treat the little miss of Runa's presence, I wrote a message to Runa. Just a few words suddenly appeared. No matter she would consider me tacky, I just wanted to make it clear to her that she was really valuable to me.

Accompanied by Radiohead's creep song from a mobile headset, I set off on Tubagus Ismail's road with a small run.

🎶🎶When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special 🎶🎶🎶

The lyrics of the song make the shadow of Runa play again in my imagination. A special girl who was able to get me through tough times against my hobby. He is like the angel God sent. The sun illuminates my dark time.

Thom Yorke's vocal chant came to a sudden halt when a call came into my phone. Riko's name is on the screen.

There's a wind this kid suddenly called me this early.

"Yes, hello" I said when I pressed the call button.

"Bro, are you having a no-show today?"

"No, anyway. Why emang?" Still with a sense of wonder, it is not usual for Riko to contact me at the end of the week. Usually he has been busy spending his weekends with his girls.

"Gue to your house, yeah. I want to talk about it."

"What time? I'm out here again."

"Where else are you?"

"On Sabuga."

"Yes, meet there. I'm going there now." Riko instantly turned off the connection without waiting for me to reconnect.

Finished twice a run, my phone rang again, with Riko's name appearing there.

"Oik," I said.

From behind him, I saw the tall body of Riko ceilingak-celinguk watching Sabuga visitors. A feeling of urgency arises. I let him leave the one-on-one visitors who were running on the track.

"Woi, Bro. Lo diem!" sergeant.

"Gue's in the back, lo," I said with a chuckle.

"Jain, oh, ah!" he patted my arm hard.

"You running, you?" I was wagging clothes that had been soaked in sweat. Just a few rounds, it feels boring. Effects have not been exercised for a long time.

"No, go straight to your house. Can't you?" ask with a serious face.

"Why, lo?" my investigation saw that Riko's gelagat was not as usual.

"Entar, I told you at home."

Half curious, I followed Riko who was walking hurriedly towards the parking lot of the motor.

"Come, hunted. Just drizzle this!" he started his motor matic.

Riko's matic motor is like screaming when walking. Carrying two tall guys with a posture that is also quite contained, making me and Riko sit crowded.

"Naha urangasa geuleuh dibonceng ku maneh, lur," (why do I feel amused hugged by you) kekehku when motorcycle matic Riko overtake some angkot.

"Gandeng maneh, ah!" (whispers you) murmur Riko.

Within ten minutes, Riko's motorbike stopped in front of my gate. I don't know what made this kid rush. This time it was Danu, Mr. Karsa's son who welcomed us. Unlike his father, Danu only nodded respectfully as we passed through the gate.

"Jun, give me advice dong. It was a girl I was reprimanding, but her expression was so cold," leaned Riko when we got inside the house.

"Duh Gusti, I guess what from earlier you were like a biker-carrying bosom," I muttered.

I didn't expect this one kid to face a girl so badly. Maybe this is karma because all this time he was impressed to consider the girl an approachable creature only with the capital of sweet words.

"Gue kept his mind going, Jun," he said, scratching his head, which I believe is one hundred percent non-itchy.

"Lo find another girl, anyway? If he acts cold, it means that there is no interest in him the same lo. So don't you say it first," I said.

"Yeah of June, I don't like it. Lo aja be at home waiting for Runa from SMP," ledeknya.

"I'm consistent, from the beginning like him," I don't accept being equated with him.

"Well, I just did it this time, Jun. Usually I never get to think like this very much the same girl."

Riko sat on the sofa of the TV room, leaning against her body. Looks like a desperate man.

"Seriously, Ko. I'm still noob affairs of the heart. It's free to ask for the same advice I, mah," I said while heating the rest of the pie made by my mother the other day, into the microwave.

"Eh, you've eaten yet? Don't let you be so skinny think of gebetan, lo" kekehku amused to see Riko's face like that.

"So my appetite is not, Jun," he said weakly.

"Lo know, don't you? Your face is ugly like that, there are girls so much further squirm lo." I'm back to mocking Riko.

"Lo cook what's wrong? How does it smell good?" the tananya approached while sniffing.

"Just nagetin pie made nyokap, would not, lo?" bargained.

"Eh, want me. It's delicious, "he said, then sat on the kitchen bar stool with a starving face.

While spending two pieces of apple pie and a glass of coffee, Riko recounted her Leona—gebetan character. From the name I imagine the figure of a girl who is a little hard no pleasantries. Confused about what advice. Because honestly facing Runa alone I still stammered.

I am also not very good at reading women's hearts. Getting Runa just seemed to feel a dream. I never expected Runa to welcome my feelings. All this time I also could not describe what kind of man Runa dream.

"Gue tell you, lo. Although I have been almost nine years with Runa, but I still can not understand him. So if you ask for advice on how to cutetin it girl because you think the character looks like Runa, sorry I can not help."

My words made Riko stunned. He seemed to think with a hand holding a coffee cup hanging in front of his lips.

"Means I have to think for myself if I think gini, mah," he said after sipping the coffee in the cup.

"Yes, there is no standard measure for liver problems. You have to find a way to fight yourself."

Yes, the affairs of the heart are a complex study. There are no standard calculations that can solve the problem. If you mess with the heart, you also have to dive into your own heart to find the right taste.

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Thanks for the support of AliceLin, author of "My Fate is You" and Kertia Author of "Married with my enemy"

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