Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

The Restrained Longing

I set myself back after the worship of Isya.

A week after the incident that night.

When we agreed to forget each other.

I who in the daytime looks strong. Trying to throw a look at Dimas when looking but always looking and stealing his view when far away.

Mas Dimasku is now always seen eating with Friss. He promised to open his heart, and he really did. Friss's face now always exudes his happiness. Different upside with me who tried to cover my tightness. Smile and do well in front of others. But when night fell my heart was troubled, restless, lonely very enveloped me. And all I can do with my crying.

My Dimasku .... Have you really forgotten me? drop by drop my tears broke again, remembering you always left me claustrophobic.

And like the nights before, though my body was very tired, my eyes were very difficult to close. I turned my body to the right and left, and I tried to close my eyes again. But your shadow with Sister Friss always follows, the scratches of the days we go through are always recorded clearly in my brain.

I'm tired Mas ... Until when does your shadow follow me? a shadow I cannot have. How do you get rid of this heart? Until when will this tightness continue I guess? Should I open my heart to another figure so that your shadow does not come back?

I took my phone out of my bag. As usual a lot of messages from Firgie showed up there. Although I often do not answer the message even I ignore it more precisely. He never got tired of paying attention to me.

Could it be that in her eyes I am so pitiful? Yeah, maybe that's what he thought after the party that day.

Suddenly my phone rang.

Sister Fida's name is on there. Every night he calls me. Slightly reduced my tightness.

Immediately I answered the phone from him, "Assalamu'alaikum Brother."

"Why did Ly?" ask Fida from there.

"Sleeping aja ka, usually can not sleep," I said.

"Let's dong Ly stop thinking about the past, you open your heart to Firgie aja," he said.

"It's not that easy, brother. Let the wound in Ly's heart dry up" I replied.

"So that dried spit you need Ly's medicine, and Firgie's the right medicine. Less what is he? Ganteng, yes. Fine, yes. Sholeh, yes. What else do you want to find?"

"It's not a problem, brother, but I'm still traumatized. Afraid of getting sick again" I said

"Duhh, what a classic. Not necessarily all men are the same and jerks like Mr. Dimas."

Why is the heart so sick when Fida said bad about Dimas mas, he still misunderstood, I have to straighten it, my mind.

"Sister, mas Dimas is not that bad, he's a good man, brother, it's just a situation that ....

"Start, defend people. I've been sleeping ah I'm sleeping, you're also sleeping Ly, tomorrow we go in the morning. Assalamu'alaikum," said Kak Fida immediately closed his phone.

That's how Brother Fida is whenever I want to straighten out the truth. He always cuts my words.

🌻Currently At 22:30

My phone is shaking, there's a message coming in.

Susi, tumben. What's up, huh? He should be working until he sends me a message, is there anything serious??

📩Ly ... have you heard yet gossip in our neighborhood that circulates? you have to be careful at home. The message sent by Susi.

📨What gossip mbak? my many.

📩Last few days he said if malem likes there are men like thugs mantau rented area. Ma'am worried about you Ly, you're always alone in the house.

📨Then the mbak?

📩Iya Ly... Her clothes rapet wear skullcaps too, not even if she wants to steal or other bad intentions. You don't come out now if you're a malem!" said really.

📨Iya mbakku .. I also now indeed after maghrib has d house continues and rarely out".

📩Yauda nice mbak continue working dlu ya! It's no longer clearance to Ly's toilet. Assalamu'alaikum"

📨Wa'alaikumsalam

There are people around here, really serem if it is true, my mind.

I put my body back on the bed, trying to close my eyes. Once again I remembered the moments with Mas Dimas, my heart suddenly cramped.

Why can't we be with Ya Robb? why did Mas Dimas have to be betrothed? Mas dimas I really miss you and back my eyes basar because of it.

Who yeah?lift it up, will you?

It might be important to call in the middle of the night.

"Hallo, Assalamu'laikum," I asked. No answer from there.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." I said my greetings again, until suddenly a moment later there was an answer from the other end.

"Li ....." Suddenly my heart was beating strong! This sound.

"You haven't slept Ly?" ask again.

"Not yet," I replied.

The crying in my eyes I couldn't contain, the figure I always craved. He was talking to me, am I wrong? Hah let it be, for tonight only, my mind seeks justification.

"Lyra .." heard a very heavy voice from her.

"Mas dimas .. "I call his name. Several times I couldn't hold back.

"You crying Ly?"

"Mas .. "that's the only word I can say.

"You miss me Ly?" ask with a tone that is also sad there.

"Mas Dimas," I said softly to him.

"Are you okay, Ly?"

I fell silent, I am not good mas.

"Ly, if I may want to meet you!" his words sounded stifled, worried that the girl was rejecting his wishes.

"Mommy mean?"

"I'm outside Ly" he replied.

Outer? I mean Dimas, outside the contract? Immediately I rushed to the living room, took a little peek from the corner of my window. Mas Dimasku is he really here? And true ... SHE THERE? I don't know what this feeling is, a happy being suffused. I opened the door that bound us.

Our eyes are looking at each other, after a long time I dare to stare long enough mas Dimas, he looks different from meluk in his head.

He still stands. Should I take you in? But it's been a very night. I finally got myself on the floor of my rented porch. Mas Dimas followed sitting by me.

Oh, because I was in such a hurry earlier, I didn't pay attention to my appearance. I'm wearing pants on my knees right now, albeit with a loose t-shirt but very embarrassed. I covered my hands with my thighs, which began to be seen as I sat down. I hurried to my feet to change my pants with a more polite one, but Dimas's mas held me back.

Don't go Ly, I'm worried that when you come in I won't see you again, Inner mas Dimas.

Mas Dimas opened his black jacket, put it on my thigh so as not to be exposed to his eyes.

Silent mood. We looked at each other and looked at each other. Dimas' eyes glazed over, as did mine.

"Why are you here?" I just melt the atmosphere.

"I miss you Ly" a droplet of sadness spilled from the corner of her eye.

Dimas, I feel the same way as you. This longing, this stifled feeling .. My tears spilled instantly.

Mas Dimas brought his body closer to me, instantly pulling me in his arms without excuse.

"Maas ...."

I took his hug. I felt her body warm and it was obvious that her heart rate pumping so fast was as simple as my heart rate at the moment. The smell of his body was clear, the fragrance I missed so much.

After holding back not returning her hug, I finally lost. I got carried away by my emotions and hugged his body.

Our cries are equally broken, weeping longing.

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