Clandestine

Only the Dream

I stared at my breakfast without any desire to eat it

iota. Although it looks good, a plate of fried rice from the hotel is staggered

this really doesn't interest me. Actually, I just want to stay in the room

until check-out time is over, but I need some fresh air or at least

fresh scenery to make my eyes sepet all night can not

this can feel comfortable.

As he said on the doorstep last night, Reinard

really not going home. Leave a sense of annoyance, sadness and of course anxiety in

in my heart. We should've been happy last night, or if we hadn't

we could have hugged each other all night or slept together.

So that I don't get lonely and cold.

Until this very second, Reinard I can't call. More precisely, the,

I was waiting for a call or message from him asking me. But

naught. My phone is cold on the nightstand, like a broken phone. Even

which is usually the sound for sms-sms spam people prank ask for a pulse or offer

There is no home KPR at all. I wonder if my cell phone is

really broken? Akh, but no. Last morning I could call Arian, asking

how's my car he was carrying yesterday.

“New bride who looks a mess this early.” a sound

made me look up for a moment. A second later, I was lazy.

“Ngapain lo here? Epsom me?” my mood got worse when

this athletic man was standing in front of me. It looks fresh even

this early in the morning with his pants. One of his hands held a

adidas bag is black. His name is Daniel, my ex-girlfriend from High School. Our

it is still in communication until now, but it is not called communication

the good—from my version. Because I'm so upset every time I remember him hurting me

When SMA.

“No need to get to the PEDE deh Jul.” instead of going, it is precisely

put his bag on an empty chair while he himself sat right

cross with me. “I'm out of gym. I'm an active member here.”

I'm not saying. My gaze back on the fried rice plate in

in front of me.

“Lo kok nikah do not tell me anyway?” without my consent,

Daniel took a glass of iced orange in front of me. I'm about to float

protest, but first the straw that had entered his mouth.

“Ih, I've had a drink!” Susultku.

Daniel is still struggling. “Why? Indirect kiss?” it

put the orange iced glass back on the table. “Nothing. Can we

used to be often.”

If only this wasn't in a public place, maybe a plate with rice

this fry has already floated up on his head. I hate it the most every time

hooking up all the things about our relationship as girlfriends at school. Possibly

daniel's happy memories are of me, and my worst memories

was once his girlfriend.

“Lo know not Jul, if I was heartbroken when you married.”

“Bodo. I think in.” Sahutku.

“Gue really Jul. Why did you reject my application?”

I looked at Daniel with a frown. I remember if men

it's constantly getting me married every time I meet. Well, it turns out he was serious

with words.

“Yes because I don't want to be the same lo lah.”

“What's the basis?”

“We're not that close to getting married!”

Daniel chuckles.

“Lantas how close are you with your husband to want to marry him?”

My mouth shut for a moment. Daniel's right, I'm not close at all

from Reinard. Even I only know his name, his job and his parents.

I don't even know about the details about him. What he likes, what

his hobbies were even how his life was all this time before there was me.

“Hey…..Jul.” Daniel's voice blurs my daydream.

“Gue knows him Dan. Do not be smart to know.” Ketus.

“Lo sure?” Daniel looked at me intensely. “Lo don't want to ask

help me find out who your husband is?”

I moved from my seat. “Gue you don't need help creating

find out who my husband is. Because I know him. And I'm sure, I don't

wrong choose.” I said along with the creak of the chair I was sliding.

I don't want to be around toxic humans like Daniel. Mama

I once said that in a marriage relationship, we don't need to

listen to people's words. We are the ones walking alone with

our self-confidence, accepting a partner as is and of course just supporting

everything he does.

Arriving at the room, I immediately packed my stuff. I guess, night

the bride is over and I want to get back to the apartment. Good bye

super comfortable hotel room, which should be a silent witness to what we are

do last night. It's all done, and the shadow of the beautiful bridal night

it just vanished from my mind.

Before I left the hotel room, I typed

message to Reinard and hope my husband reads it.

‘I go home to apartment.’

But again, nothing in return from him.