BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

11. Fun But Torturing

BIMASENE

"Heli's on standby at Rooftop sir!" I heard my secretary's voice from behind. I also turned towards him.

"Where else?" my many. I'm leaving with the Director of Hulu and SVP Development and Technology. Some of the technical staff who left first were already waiting at the Oil Bridge.

"It has gone up to the top, sir" he replied.

I rushed out of the room with my secretary and entered the elevator to go to Rooftop.

The 505 Jet Ranger X helicopter is waiting on a helipad on the roof of the FreedCo Energy Tower building that will take us to the Oil and Gas Bridge off Karawang Beach.

Vibration from the propeller was felt when the engine first started, while the helicopter was still on the rooftop. But once the helicopter no longer tracks land, the vibration decreases and the flight feels comfortable

Luckily Nadia refused to go. What happens if Nadia is willing to go to the offshore oil and gas platform? So I became a damn boy (a jerk) in the character of a thief, who brought a man's wife, a friend's wife to a place that he did not need to visit.

Earlier this morning without a plan, after jogging in the Epicentrum Area, I suddenly directed the vehicle to the home address given by Tristan when I met at the airport.

Following the impulse of a man, who unwittingly orders to meet a woman with a never-so-fuddly look.

Woefully that woman was the wife of Tristan, my own friend.

Found Nadia mowing the lawn in the yard. She was so nervous about my sudden arrival. I don't know why she's always nervous and can't relax when she meets me.

It feels like his carrier used to be nothing like that. He used to be so graceful and confident. Now it seems like he lost confidence and spoke less.

Or is it just like that to me?.

So nervous he even fell when stepping from the garden to the terrace of the house.

Nadia, Nadia.

I don't understand the instincts that have come up lately. It was the first time I attended a High School reunion.

I used to admire and be interested in a pretty girl classmate, in 1st grade High School. But only to admire him. I never had the courage to approach, let alone express interest.

That sense has finally been rinsed round the clock since I left Indonesia and settled in America. There is no sense of being left. The girl was forgotten altogether.

Until I was present at the Reunion, and saw a woman who did not also move from her seat just greeting or chatting to me like other women.

That woman was the girl I admired. Her beauty remains the same, only now she is more mature. And seeing it, it came back impressed me. A long-sinking taste reappeared to the surface.

I'm worried about the instincts that have been coming up lately. Either only the adventurous tendencies of a man in a woman who is good looking, or with a certain slippage of feeling.

Big problems will arise, if I am subdued by those instincts. That instinct can be. Because the woman's situation is different. He's already tied. Forbidden.

And even if there is a slippage of feeling, I hope that feeling is easy come, easy go. What comes quickly, will quickly go as well. Because that feeling is very risky. It can destroy the household of people. And the stamp of the Bini Man or Friend Eating Friend will stick perfectly to me.

What I worry about the most is that Nadia will be a victim.

Nadia, you make me confused (you make me upset).

*********

"This is for me, brother?" hakimah asked, as Tristan handed her a box.

"Yes, hopefully you like my choice," Tristan replied with a stiffened face. Worried the reward was rejected by the Judge.

"But what is this in order, brother? I'm not having a birthday?" ask the Judge of astonishment.

"Not in any order. I just wanted to give you a gift, "now Hakimah really makes Tristan depressed.

A woman's heart is as deep as the ocean, hard to guess. He did not know whether the Judge was happy or not with the gift he gave.

"What is it, brother? Can I open it?"

"Please!" answer Tristan thumping. He did not have much experience in approaching women. He has been in a relationship with women twice. His first love and his second girlfriend are now his wife.

Hakimah smiled, but he was not very happy to get a gift from Tristan. A brand name watch.

"Do you not like it?" tristan asked a little disappointed with Hakimah's reaction that was beyond his expectations.

"Like Kak, her watch is beautiful, just confused, why Kak Tristan gave this expensive watch to me. Nadia knows?"

Hakimah's question did not stop making Tristan hesitate to answer.

"Ti.ti.dak. Nadia doesn't need to know. Thank goodness you liked that watch. It's not free to buy for you. If you ask me why I gave you a gift, you will know why. You're pretty smart, you can definitely read without me having to say."

**********

For the third time Nadia tried to contact Tristan via her mobile phone, the result was the same. His call was not answered by Tristan.

From the beginning of the marriage, Tristan was like that, rarely contact him when serving out of the city. But this time for Nadia is very outrageous. It's been over a week Tristan in Jambi, never once has Tristan contacted him.

Was he not at all worried about his wife? Or has he forgotten that he has a wife in Jakarta waiting for him?

Perhaps if Nadia had never contacted Tristan three times during Tristan in Jambi, then the husband and wife would never have heard each other's voices.

Very depressing.

Is that like marriage? No need to worry about each other? Without missing each other?

Nadia bit her lips, she did not understand why Tristan was so cold to her. Not like the beginning of their marriage. The thing is, in others Tristan is not as strict as he is.

Is it because he hasn't given Tristan offspring after nearly five years of marriage?

Or is Tristan saturated with him?

He was married, but always had a lonely night. Lonely and silent, two of the most unpleasant feelings in life.

But he was familiar with the silence. Or maybe it is not a lonely night, but a heart that is already quiet.

Tristan often served out of the city, so Nadia was used to not attending. Or despite living at home, Tristan chooses to spend time with his favorite job or game.

Sometimes there are times when Nadia is tired of the situation and starts to hope there is someone to talk to about the problem. But instead he chose to hold his own rather than having to disclose his household problems to others.

Perhaps because of that, once someone came up to him even for a moment and also unclear of his intentions, his attention-hungry soul quickly stirred up. Just like that guy did.

Bimasene.

But Nadia did not understand Bimasena.

But it doesn't seem so.

Bimasena never contacted him. Or come to see him again since he came to his house that day.

And it should be like that. The interaction of the two of them need not exist at all. Because the interaction between the two of them was nothing like playing with fire, it would burn itself out.

But why is now the lonely soul of Nadia restless at the thought of Bimasena?

The warm touch of Bimasena's hand on his arm while helping him stand when he fell on the terrace, still felt today.

Likewise, the touch of Bimasena when applying ointment to his knee, still imprinted. It shakes the soul when it remembers it.

He could not lie to his heart if....

He wanted to see Bimasena again.

He wants to hear his voice again.

Even if both cannot, just order it short.

Is this called rin.du?

Or just being disappointed with Tristan so he needs a runaway?

Oh no, this can't happen.

Unknowingly Nadia shook her head.

Then cover his head with a pillow. Hoping for the shadow of Bimasena soon.

And sure enough, Bimasena's shadow instantly changed with Tristan's shadow, as her phone tucked away on the dresser rang.

Finally Tristan called back. But he was so reluctant to get out of bed to answer the phone. My heart was disappointed and sick.

Let Tristan know what it feels like to have the phone not answered many times.

His phone rang a second time. He still refuses to answer Tristan's call. Just look at the vibrating phone on the dresser. Until the phone is silent.

For the third time the phone rang, Nadia remained unmoved in bed. Hearing Tristan's phone ring was quite comforting to her heart which had been neglected for too long. He had already lost his appetite for talking to Tristan.

Nadia will only answer Tristan's phone on the fourth ring, to break even with the frustration and disappointment felt because Tristan did not answer her three calls.

The third ring stopped. Nadia smiled with satisfaction while imagining Tristan's annoyed face.

She got out of bed and grabbed her phone on the dresser. If Tristan calls for the fourth time, he will answer.

But as soon as she saw her phone, Nadia's satisfied smile ignored Tristan's call faded, changing with her mouth rounded at the whim of regret.

Three missed calls on his phone were not from Tristan, but from ......

Bimasene.

At once he regretted his laziness to just see who the caller was when his phone rang.

Why is it so certain that he gets a call from Tristan who obviously ignores him.

Now he is again disappointed to have missed Bimasena's call.

Want to call Bimasena back? Ah shy.

Does he need to send a message to Bimasena?

But just about to type a message, his heart was pounding not because of it.

Finally, he lay back on the bed to grieve his misfortune tonight.

The phone calls ignored him.

The long-awaited phone call was missed.

Maybe he was destined to continue making friends with loneliness. Now, loneliness is the most understanding friend. Keep beside.

Secretly Bimasena is again present in the head.

Continuing to disturb the mind, so difficult to kill.

He was well aware that Bimasena was just a dream. Which cannot be achieved, let alone owned.

**********

Bimasena gave a disappointed snort while throwing his phone just like that on the bed, three calls were not answered by Nadia.

He then saw the wall clock, still at 9 pm he was sure the woman had not slept.

He had been trying to control his instincts to contact the woman, Tristan's wife. By dissolving himself with work, but tonight he was unable to stem his desire.

He opened the window curtain of his apartment, hoping that the dull face would stop disturbing his mind, but the view presented by the apartment located on Casablanca Street was not much help. He was still agitated because of the unanswered phone call.

A few moments later, he breathed a sigh of relief. Because what he did just now was a despicable act. The great danger threatens. He was still lucky because Nadia broke his pace. What if Nadia is attracted to him? It can be ascertained ....

He has a lot of women's choices, but why even the wife of his own friend who is able to shake his heart, make him more energized and make the soul of his conqueror nervous.

Ah... Nadias..

Fun yet torturous. These two feelings are self-wrapping.

Fun, so feel the roar in the heart.

But torturous, realizing Nadia is off limits to him, not to have.

And what he did to Nadia was futile. Or maybe let time answer.

Honey, he has an unyielding nature. He is a persistent man and has a strong will in achieving what he targets.

It turns out that nature does not only apply to his work alone. But it also happens tonight.

And tonight he wants to hear Nadia's voice.

Once again if Nadia still does not answer her phone, then she will visit her home, tonight.