Dahlia Thick
The Part 10
The Part 10
“Stop. I understand your conversation where it's going. So no need to continue. I go!” don't want to check the cok in front of the crowd I'd rather go from that place. My way to the cashier while giving some money to be paid.
“This is back ka!” cashier
“Take Aja mbak...!”
“Still…!
“Same!
Angga who does not want to be seen by people is in a state of ginting, he chose to wait for me outside rather than follow my steps.
“Melllll, wait!” yelled Angga gari distance
“We'll just end this relationship. You will be free from responsibility. Yes khan!”
“Ga can be rich like dong. We still have other alternatives!”
“What alternative? Continuing our sexual activity, by aborting this content first? is that so?”
“Mel, price. We should talk about this with a cold heart and head!”Angga said a little convincing.
“Okeh, if you want this content in abortion. With 1 condition. 1 month after abortion you marry me.”
“Emmmhhhhh.. but...but!”.Angga's reply was still filled with doubt
“Still right? You think abortion is easy, who is most harmed by that abortion. Perempuan mas. After all we have sinned what should be added to other sins?”I said firmly.
“Honey we love each other...”.
“Love? Is love still an excuse? If you love, why do you say abortion so easily? Is not the child the fruit of love, why should your love be aborted?or don't don't? How many women have you ever had an abortion?
“Plakkkkk.......!” Angga's hard slap perched on my left cheek
“You're mas....!”while holding the cheek that was slapped earlier, I ran as fast as her speed. Towards my contract.
“Mel Wait....!” yelled Angga while chasing me
Bruks……
I closed my contract door hard. Angga who was chasing me, arrived at my contract for only 2 minutes.
“Mel. Open the door, I don't mean to hurt you. I'm just a button. My emotions are the same all you talk, baby. Plis open the yach door. I beg!”the voice sounded with a cry.
The goose that was crying outside as well as me whimpering in the room. In addition to last night with Mega it turns out that Tonight feels so thick and cold. The smell of farewell has been seen. I who do not know right or wrong to act because of my frustration with the beetle man ******. Who just wanted to gulp love from the pollen flakes the flower was helpless.
Let me go back to that time when I didn't know this kind of false love. I was stunned by Angga's innocent face which was filled with the elegance of a mighty man. More clearly, he was only able to glorify me without inheriting the prowess of a whole man. What else is expected of a man other than his responsibilities. Responsible for behavior, language and attitude taken from all actions.
I am, yes I am still struggling with the things that must be made in this life. Continuing a relationship with the risk of abortion, or continuing to live with finding yourself bearing the brunt. Defending the baby is the result of our illegal actions.
I open my hanphone sometimes. Wanted to write a message to my family, revealing all the burdens that were on my shoulders but were unable to. Contacting my best friend Riki and crying bitterly, felt like I was embarrassing myself.
I finally wrote a message to Mega,
“Askum, Mega like 3 days ahead of me permission to not enter school. I want to go back to Bandung, please tell me there is a family business. Thanks”
And I wrote a message to my mother at home, too,
“It looks like I'm going to Bandung, don't know why I miss home. Ready asem yach!”
I wrote both of these messages while sobbing, Angga who felt neglected outside my contract gave up on coming home because it was not opened the door. And I decided to take a moment away from reality by enjoying the air of my house in heaven. Wishing the scent of tranquility from the things I was facing.
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“Garut...Garut..Ongkosnya tea?’ the sound of this conductor feels so deafening to the ears
“New also up, already on the cost?”I said ketus
“Iya tea, on purpose. Let's know where it goes!”
“It 60rb..”
“Cileunyi..”.
After getting the money he immediately hung up, I sat in my second car after the driver, did not want anyone sitting next to me deliberately stored my bag there.
Grind..grek.
Keep stepping up and forgetting you
Be careful to watch my steps
Your way of thinking, makes me doubt
Grind.grek.
“Eh it's Noah's song, why moved by driver!”my heart said
“Well let's meet again at dangdut event in goyyang.....!” From the bus radio came the voice of the host.
“Ko so dangdut event..!” Still my heart says
“This is a song that has been requested listener at home, welcome to hear goyyang..!”.
Dahlia's……
O flower pujaan. You're a Dahlia flower
You're a dear flower. Dahlia Flower
The beetle came to him. Beetles are without mercy.
My flower withered in the garden of the Dahlia
My flowers wither in the garden of dreams.
“That song..!” I could not help but hold back the crying.
Songs that decorate my 3-hour journey to Bandung. It's an unpredictable song. I've heard this song, but only this time it sounds more heartbreaking to me. I said you contributed******* that sucked honey on this flower. Without knowing what kind of flowers I am? Now I know, this flower is a Dahlia flower. It is clear from the lyrics, pujaan flowers and beloved flowers wither in the garden after being approached by a beetle without mercy.
“If I were a Dahlia flower, would I still be in color? If only I were colored, what color would match my current state. The red? The-the yellow? The green? An orange? Is the color dark? Which even looks thick to see.” These tears washed all the surfaces of my peeks, unable to hold back the tears because of the lyrics of the song that had just hit my heart.
Mah, this Dahlia Flower is home! I wish there were still warm open arms welcoming me there. Give love completely, selflessly and without Abortion.
Arriving home,
“Sayang, mamah kangen. Ga cape? let's eat yach. I'm sure it's ready in the kitchen. You must be cape khan?” Greet my mama
I was hugged by my mother, kissed by my sister and warmly welcomed by my father. Wiped out my deep memories there. Let it go a little bit from my mind
Ruppppppppt….
The sound of my asem vegetable screwing sounds clear to the surface, “sorry so good!”
They laughed cheerfully at me happy with this bowl of stewed vegetables, unable to see them. As if they knew about this perhaps the carefree laugh was not necessarily present.
