
Maybe if not for hoping to meet the man who was greatly missed, then Nadia did not want to come all the way to Yogyakarta to join a reunion sponsored by Afdal. Not because I don't want to join the reunion. But lately he has been feeling unwell. His body was never fit.
"If you are sick, don't go" said her husband, Tristan.
"I haven't seen Jogja in a long time" Nadia said. There was no way he said he wanted to meet Bimasena, who at the same time had just returned from Australia.
"No need to waste money on airline tickets. Airplane tickets are now boarding due to the weekend. Next month we'll have another reunion."
"I'll change your money for Tristan if you're hard to buy a ticket for me." Nadia took a few hundred thousand pieces from her purse, then thrust them into Tristan. But Tristan did not accept it.
"Pay your debt" to Tristan.
Nadia wanted to reply to Tristan but her throat was choked. As if there were clogging clumps.
I don't know how many years the debt is paid off, so Tristan stops insinuating him.
Along the way to the airport he and Tristan were both silent a thousand languages. Tristan was busy with his dress while he closed his eyes, trying to sleep.
Once in the airport waiting room they choose to sit far apart. And when they were in the plane, they sat in separate seats. Nadia thinks Tristan deliberately chose a different seat with her when checking in.
The alumni who came from Jakarta and some other areas gathered in a legendary chicken restaurant Yogyakarta. Waiting for each other while tasting the typical menu of the restaurant, namely dry fried chicken kremes, combined with a terasi sauce that is not too spicy and a little sweet.
"Welcome to Jogja, friends. May this reunion be a joy for you and be an unforgettable moment." Afdal, the Prosecutor who sponsored the event greeted the alumni who had attended and joined the restaurant.
After all the alumni who confirmed the arrival, had gathered at the restaurant, they set off towards Kaliurang on a tourist bus. Bimasena has not joined them as they are still on their way.
For the first time, Nadia visited Kaliurang. On the bus, he sat down with Mithalia. The road to Kaliurang uphill and winding.
Although the road conditions consistently uphill since from Pakem, but the road is very smooth, shady, with clean air, fresh and cool.
KA Hotel Kaliurang, Afdal hotel of choice in Kaliurang. The perfect blend of the nuances of luxury and natural beauty of the mountains. The charm of Mount Merapi can be enjoyed from this hotel. From the outside the hotel looks very beautiful.
The interior of the lobby is very interesting. There are plenty of sofas to relax. The hotel lobby merges with the breakfast area.
After waiting for a while, Nadia finally got the key to the room. Of course she's rooming with her husband Tristan. But he was still agitated, because until now Bimasena had not arrived at the hotel, nor had he been informed.
The room they occupied was quite spacious. Queen bed size mattress. Bathroom with rain shower and hand shower, and stable hot water.
The room has a balcony. Intrigued by the view from the balcony, Nadia opened the sliding door and stepped onto the balcony.
From the balcony presented the view of the slopes of Mount Merapi and the city of Yogyakarta which is very impressive. The afternoon air is very cool and fresh, perfect for honeymooners. Honey, he and Tristan never took advantage of a moment like this. What is even stranger, because the atmosphere of the hotel increasingly adds longing to the person who is waiting for his arrival.
By the time he returned to the room, Tristan was already asleep on the bed. Cool air that tends to be cold makes sleep feel comfortable.
Nadia shower soon. Because he wants to join friends who are already partly on the rooftop. After finishing the bath and getting dressed, he left the room and headed for the rooftop. Leaving Tristan asleep in her sleep. Ignoring his weakness that returned to attack every afternoon.
On top of the rooftop there is a large swimming pool. On the side of the pool there is a restaurant that is bounded with glass walls.
In the pool, the wind blows harder. Although the pool water is very cold like ice water, but there are only a few friends who swim.
On the edge of the rooftop some friends took photos with the background of Mount Merapi shrouded in fog. Nadia joined them and took some pictures.
After being satisfied to take pictures with her friends, Nadia intends to take her own photos for the benefit of social media.
He asks Mithalia to take a picture of him while handing over his cell phone to Mithalia.
When he was posing, waiting for his photo taken by Mithalia, Mithalia instead furrowed her eyes on her phone that rang.
"Kok Bima called you?" mithalia asked with a curious expression.
Nadia was a rage. "Don't know why, here!"
Nadia took her phone from Mithalia, then immediately answered Bimasena's call while distancing herself from Mithalia, who looked questioningly at her.
Nadia: Hello!
Bimasena: Nadia, where are you?
Static : Rooftop. Where are you, Bim?
Nadia herself was not out of thought with her voice that suddenly turned spoiled like that to Bimasena. Is it not too much? Or because he never spoiled Tristan so did it to Bimasena?
Bimasena: I'm already in the lobby. Wait for me there!
Wanting to feel soaring happy, the idol soon arrived. A few days of fretful hearts waiting for him to return. The seeds of romance that have been spread, have grown uncontrollably big. Rooted and spread everywhere.
With a pounding heart waiting for Bimasena to come, Nadia half ran to the toilet behind the wall. Trying to make her appearance. Combing her hair that began to tangle in the wind. Putting lipstick on her lips.
After a while of pecking himself in the mirror, he was ready to meet Bimasena. Nadia came out of the toilet, back to the side of the pool waiting for Bimasena.
When the elevator door opened, the long-missed face appeared to break down a smile, wanting to run to greet him, scattering into his warm embrace. Then look up to get a kiss from the man.
But that's how it is. His relationship with Bimasena was a madness to be hidden. The insanity that continues to be enjoyed. So that he could only run hugging the man in the shadows.
Nadia could see Bimasena circulating her gaze. He believes the man is trying to find himself among the friends on the rooftop.
As soon as their eyes met each other, the man's smile grew wider. He also replied even though he only smiled faintly so as not to attract attention. Enough eye links that pour out a sense, when sentences are impossible to say
Do not be asked how his heart is pounding to see the face of the man who always inhabits his imaginary space. Why was he ashamed to meet Bimasena? Really, he was so embarrassed. Like a snot boy that a man approaches. Wh why?
His heart snapped while the man's steps were directed at him. Will Bimasena show everyone their closeness?
Oh no, not Bim. He was also troubled.
He doesn't know what to be happy about or how. A woman stopped Bimasena's steps. Mithalia.
Mithalia clung to the sturdy arm of Bimasena and spoiled. Invite cheers from friends who are on the rooftop.
But why was he so sick of seeing the sight?
"Again longing Bang Bima. Cepetan take it to the room." One voice sounded, which was greeted boisterously.
"Eat him do not be left for long. The son of man cannot bear longs." Another voice chimed in.
I don't know why his stomach suddenly became uncomfortable. He was very sick and disgusted to see the behavior of Mithalia who continued to wrestle and indulge in Bimasena, and Bimasena who did not stop laughing in response to the chirping of his friends.
His face was heating up and his stomach was like being stirred up. His emotions rose to the highest peak. Breath snuffling.
As soon as Bimasena looked at him, he also unsheathed a hostile hateful look at the man. But he could not long stab Bimasena with a look of anger. His stomach could not be compromised.
With the quickest step he went to the toilet. Shedding stomach contents along with all anger into the sink. Many times he vomited until nothing could come out of his stomach.
After all the water and food in his stomach, there was nothing left. The anger has also been a letter.
He looked at his face in the mirror. I don't understand why the reaction is too overwhelming. Very even, because now he started crying. Regret why anchoring the heart in men who have clearly become the target of many women. But the anchor has already been anchored. It will not stop languishing.
So he has to stop immediately.
Yes stop.
Leave all this madness. That one so gray will be beautiful at the end of time. Nor does he have the power to make it happen.
Nadia immediately washed her face with water. After drying it with a tissue, he walked out to return to the room. It is better to hear the repeated insinuations of Tristan, than to see Bimasena with another woman, even though she is only Mithalia. Of course there are hundreds of Mithalia out there.
But as his foot passed through the toilet's doorway, he was startled as he almost crashed into the tall figure in front of him. What was even more shocking was that as soon as he saw his face, that figure was Bimasena.
Without a word he tried to get past the man. But his arm was first intercepted by Bimasena.
"Nadia wait... You were vomiting in the toilet?"
"Please, I'm going back to the room!" Nadia tried to remove Bimasena's hand from her arm. "Later to see friends," complained Nadia.
"You're so pale Nadia, are you sick?" the face of the man showed anxiety.
"I'm sick of it" he said. Although he regretted the words that were thrown out. It's the same as saying I'm jealous.
"You're upset about Mithalia's attitude? So the story is jealous?" Bimasena laughed. Makes him want to swallow a man in front of him.
"And you knew for yourself how Mithalia came to me. I tried to avoid it, but I couldn't be rude to humiliate Mitha Nad." Bimasena. But it makes him even more sick.
"All hug that woman."
The sound of darkness made them stop. With a look of accusing Reyna of walking past them into the toilet. He realized that they were standing in an unsafe place. All of his fellow alumni were behind the wall, at any time able to head to the toilet and see them both.
He is further enraged at Bimasena, who does not care, holding his arm, even though Reyna sees them.
He immediately shook his arm hard. But not missed. Even Bimasena pulled him into the men's toilet. Then enter again in one of the three rooms in the toilet.
He turned his eyes to Bimasena. Take him into the men's room? What if someone sees him in the men's room with Bimasena? Of course it will be the hottest gossip. Especially before Reyna had seen Bimasena holding her arm. Soon their disgrace will be exposed.
"If you want to be angry, be angry, there's no one here." Strange guy. He turned himself into a target of anger. It is very different from Tristan.
He really wants to be angry. But he wanted to leave the man's toilet immediately. As strong as his energy pushed the Bimasena that blocked him from the door of the room.
But the wall in front of him was too strong. Not moving one bit. Finally he hit Bimasena's chest many times while holding his voice, but was no longer able to resist crying. Crying because an upset heart collides with a longing heart.
The man simply smiled, putting on a body to serve as an outlet for resentment until he stopped himself from running out of energy. Moreover, the pain is not the chest of Bimasena, even his own hands.
"Happy?" bimasena smiled. "You're so soft it turns out to be bar-bars, baby." The man even laughed.
One bad attitude he showed the man. But he doesn't care. He had clearly expressed his frustration to Bimasena.
But look how embarrassing he is!
Having just blindly attacked Bimasena, now his lips are already clenched with the man's lips. Even enjoying the warmth radiating from the kiss and the gentle caress of the man's hand on his back.
With a shrewd look, Bimasena flew him back into the clouds. So he forgot to be in a place with dangers lurking.
"All I do is think of you (All I do is think of you)," whispered the man and returned to his lips. A sedating whisper, foaming it in beauty.
Yes, he lost the war to Bimasena. The winner is not the one who uses emotional energy. But who can survive waiting until the opponent runs out of energy and then take advantage of the negligence of the opponent.
When words cannot be spoken between them. The interlocked tongues represent. For the sake of killing the longing that is growing. And warms the fragile soul of desolation.
Both his hands squeezed Bimasena's arms. His face looked up and his legs tiptoed to make things easier for the man.
The two bodies are increasingly attached not spaced. Surrounded by the burning coals of longing, dancing in the twilight clouds of Kaliurang. Roll up all the longing, piercing through the cold air full of uneasiness.
Bimasena paused for a moment their kiss, then whispered softly. "You healthy, baby?"
The gentleman hypnotized her.
Nadia nodded. Although he knew Bimasena doubted his words.
Their lips are back in a fenced. Wipe out all the contents of the heart. He could feel the swirling. Each hand of Bimasena moved up and down on his back.
Being in the arms of the man was very body-shaking and soul-soothing. The body blends love, dancing in rhythmic writhing.
Heart rate is echoing. Breath chasing. The walls of anger and arrogance have collapsed in a longing storm. All he knew was that he wanted this man. Not wanting to get out of his arms. Being in Bimasena's arms made her addicted.
Twilight in Kaliurang is nothing more than a conversation between a kiss and a kiss. The roar in the chest was so wild that it was not this distance from Bimasena.
Who can stop time? So that he remains in the arms of the lover. Not separated anymore. He could not resist all tastes, especially longing which became the most powerful murder weapon.
But all suddenly stopped. The main toilet door was open. Then two voices of the chatting man entered the toilet. He came to earth and realized where he was.
Inside the men's room.
Nadia panicked instantly even though Bimasena looked calm. His body suddenly shivered with trembling legs. Moreover, recognize the two voices of the man chatting outside the room. Glen and ...
Husband, Tristan.
He's on the bullet end.
On the verge of death.