Chased by Love Tyson

Perfumes

Nami was getting ready to leave for the office this morning. His phone that suddenly sounded surprised him who was combing his hair. "Who called this early in the morning? How do I feel to be worried? Usually, if there is a phone in the morning, there is definitely something important" I sat down while rushing to get the phone in my bag.

I saw the name of the Father who called him "Dheg!" my feelings are becoming more and more worried. "Om Swastiastu, crank the pe? adi tumben semengan nelepon (Om Swastiastu, what about sir? how did tumben call early in the morning?) " I asked with a sense of uncertainty

"Om Swastiastu deck, meme hospital admission. Ye hit the uli bari ken kid on the way tuni lakar to peken deck (Om Swastiastu deck, meme in the hospital. He got hit by people from behind on the market deck)"

I was surprised to hear what the father said, the voice of the father was heard shaking.

"Huh?? At the hospital dije pe? yang kemu jani (the hospital where sir? I'm there now) "I said in a panic.

The father mentioned the name of the hospital where my mother was taken. "Dadeng on the deck street (slow-paw/Be careful on the deck street) "Say father later.

"Nah pe" I answered briefly and disconnected her phone.

In a hurry I took my backpack and looked for Mekde below who was ready.

"Mekde, Father calls. Meme Kone entered the hospital, was hit by people from behind this morning when he wanted to go to the market" I said quickly

"Queen betare, nah men keto kemu nak shy deck. Bensep tengai mekde nyulus, adeng-adeng nyen de megrudugan (Oh my God, then go there first. Later noon mekde. Slow down well don't panic)" he said with a worried face.

"Well mekde, who is ashamed (well mekde, I walk first)" I replied as I rushed out and picked up my bike.

When I got to the hospital, my father told me that the meme had entered the hospital room. After mentioning the room number I just went straight to the room in question.

I saw the father sitting on the sofa in front of the bed with a tired face. I saw the meme lying with its eyes still closed with a lot of bandages on its legs and hands. The father turned to me and patted the sofa next to him telling me to sit there.

"Engken meme, pe? (Where is mom, sir? ) "

"Meme again rest was already taking medicine. The doctor said a mild concussion. Equal leg of his hand abrasions and wounds . Fortunately, internal organs and other parts of the body are okay"

I let out a sigh of relief hearing the father's explanation.

"Still observation deck too, hopefully nothing serious" said the father again.

I nodded slowly. All day I waited for Meme in the hospital alternating with Father.

Mekde gave me a few days off until the meme was healthier. A week passed the dizziness felt by the meme he no longer felt. Swelling and sores on his legs and hands have started to improve. Meme still uses a cane to help him walk. Because the wound on his leg was wide. I was thinking of going back home. In addition to helping memes in the recovery period also because they feel the condition is safer to return.

"Mek the mulih gen be well, still be safe. Pang maan mantuin meme jumah (Buk I just go home, it is safe. Let me help you at home) "I said to Mom who was sitting down to rest.

"Nah dadi deck, meme konden ngidang mebanten every day still (yes, I can deck, Mother also can not arrange offerings every day)" answered my mother with a sigh.

I smiled "the impersonator jak mekde (later I said the same mekde) "

Meme nodded slowly.

My days are getting busy. Every morning I wake up around 5, then cook and make offerings at the family temple. Then go to the office as usual. After work straight to the market buy groceries for tomorrow morning. I do that every day over and over again, of course on Sundays I can be more relaxed working on it.

Two months later the meme improved. His wounds began to heal, and the meme was able to carry out his activities as usual. My job at home is getting lighter. Now every afternoon after coming home from the office I will take a meme to the market to buy groceries for tomorrow morning. Meme actually can ride his own motorcycle as usual just that I still feel anxious.

Meanwhile Galang was still curious about the short-haired ash blue woman named Ayu. Every Saturday and week he waited for the woman to pass, but it had been two months that he had not once come looking for Goldie. Goldie who was used to Ayu's schedule was still faithfully waiting for her in front of the Gate like today.

"Why are you so curious is Ayu, who wants the pedekate it's me" said the Son to Galang who looks focused on looking towards the Gate.

"I think the sound is very similar to Nami?, the laugh is the same" replied Galang

"The sound can usually look like lang"

"That's it, but Nami has long, nice black hair that shimmers. The body is also not as neat as Ayu" said Galang worried.

"Why did you guys break up anyway?, when you think you still love him"

"I can't tell you about it Put" Galang raised his head and leaned on the porch of the Son's house.

The son seemed to approach Galang and sniffed him "Lang, I just realized now. You two smell similar. Is it because of that Goldie is suddenly familiar with Ayu well? "

"Such a scent? " Galang so remembered a few months ago he was deliberately buying the same perfume that Nami was wearing. She knows the brand of Nami's perfume for accidentally inhaling the same fragrance at one counter in the mall. At that time there was a woman who tried fragrances at the counter. He sprayed the perfume on his wrist. He happened to be near the counter. The fragrance of the perfume entered his sense of smell and instantly brought back all his memories with Nami. Luckily the woman wanted to tell her which perfume she had sprayed earlier. At first he wanted to buy just to save it, but when he found out the perfume was unisex he wore it wherever he went. Because Galang still wants to feel the existence of Nami by his side every time.

"Yes lang, the sweet smell is like a soft aroma. The difference is that you smell a little stronger" said the Son while Remembering.

Galang was surprised to hear the son's words. He seemed to smile while rubbing his own hair.

"From musk Ck! I'm sure it's Nami" Galang sighed "I bought the same perfume as her. The money made me feel like he was always by my side, Put" Galang said, looking disappointed

The son just looked at Galang, not knowing what to say to hear his confession. His friend is still in love with his ex Nami.

"It's been two months and he's not here? Did Mr. Tomo ever see him pass by on a typical day well Put?"

"Sir Tomo says he usually passes Tuesday, the same as Thursday or Friday. But Mr. Tomo also said that later in the ordinary day he did not come"

"Yes, Put, maybe he's busy"

"Why not just find her house lang? "

Galang shook his head "I felt guilty for his parents until I felt sorry to see them again. They were so nice to me, put. If this is over, then I can go see her parents again"

"Try waiting for him here for a month, who knows if he'll come again. Or if not, ask for help, Mr. Tomo. If by any chance you won't be here let Mr. Tomo see him. Ask Mr. Tomo to ask, where he works who knows he is more open with Mr. Tomo "Said Putra trying to give advice.

Galang nodded, feeling that the idea of the Son could be done.