Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Memories of the Unification of Sense

Calya decided to go to the terrace. Waiting over there. I still hope my husband will come home.

However, Calya felt the need to talk to her husband. Dirga's actions had humbled him. Dirga must have an explanation.

Until when the roar of the motor that came roused Calya from her seat. Look towards that voice.

The motor stopped too. A man came down from his mount. Not Dirga, but Praba.

"Mr Dirga? Why do nights sit alone on the terrace?" ask Praba from the side of the bike.

"I'm waiting for Dirga to come home, sir," said Calya.

"Where is he going?" praba asked confusedly.

"Come on," said Calya.

Praba stepped closer to Calya.

"I think he's home. Last time at the office ..he was allowed to go home. He said there's important business."

"Yes, this morning he did come, but after that he left again with his second wife."

"meaning?"

Praba's question actually makes Calya remember the incident. Until without realizing it, the glass in his eyes began to form. More and more, until finally racing to break it. Spilled into tears.

"Mr Dirga? Why crying?" Praba advanced to get even closer to Calya.

Calya simply shook her head while trying to wipe away her tears.

"Calya .. say, what happened?" The look on Praba's face now really implied worry.

Meanwhile, Calya looked up when she heard Praba say his name. Praba also seemed to wake up.

"Sorry, I mean Miss Dirga."

"It's my household problem, sir. It is not good if I tell it to the Father," said Calya.

"Are we not friends, too?" timpal Praba's.

"Friends?"

"With what happens to us. Helping and strengthening each other all this time, didn't you think of me as a friend?"

Calya was silent for a moment. Staring deeply into Praba's eye sockets. An honesty and sincerity seemed to be emanating from the man's brown bead. Make Calya drift and get carried into it.

***

The night was getting late, but Praba still could not close his eyes. This time, he decided to wake up.

Slowly, he walked to his front house. However, when his eyes were fixed on Calya's bedroom window, he could see that the lights in the room were still on.

"Maland ...." Praba hissing.

A moment later, there was an urge from his heart to get closer to that window. Once there, he put his ear to the window.

Samar, he heard the sound of a woman's sobs. Apparently, his assumption was right. Calya is crying again tonight.

"Cale ... Cal ...."

Praba also ventured to knock on Calya's bedroom window.

"Cale ... Calya .. let's get out."

"Who?" Calya replied in a raucous voice.

"It's me, Praba."

Calya stood towards the window of her room. Slowly open the window curtains.

Praba also codes with his finger to get Calya out of the house.

Calya who was initially confused also obeyed. Walk out of the room and head to the outside door. Until after opening it, Praba's face was already there.

"What are these nights like that waking me up?" ask Calya.

"Waken? Aren't you sleeping yet?" ask Praba.

"It's already midnight, sir," muttered Calya.

"Where is anyone sleeping, his eyes so moist and so wet?" sahut Praba's.

Calya immediately touched both of her eyes. Trying to remove the remains of tears that still survive there.

"You're crying again, right?" ask Praba.

"What can I do besides that?"

"Don't I ever say, when I'm sad, hold the necklace pendant I gave you."

"The sadness this time was so great, there was no way to comfort me but to cry." When saying that, Calya could not control her eyes to stem the tears that had come out so hard earlier.

"France ...."

A strong impulse, accompanied Praba's movements to rush to embrace Calya's body. While the woman was not able to resist, because she needed a backrest to shed this feeling.

Praba rubbed gently on Calya's hair. "Cry. Put it all down" he murmured.

***

After a few steps of walking and waiting for a public vehicle on the side of the road, a motor suddenly stopped in front of Calya.

"The object, ma'am," said the motorcycle rider wearing a helmet covering his entire face.

"No, sir, I'll wait for the angkot" said Calya.

The rider then took off his helmet and said, "Are you sure you don't want to ride my bike?"

"Oh my goodness, Praba?" calya was half surprised.

The man smashed his smile. "Come, get on."

Calya also said, immediately sat in the bonnet of the man's motorbike. After that, Praba returned to the bike.

"We go for a walk first, yes" muttered Praba.

"Where?" calya asked, slightly shouting to keep her voice heard by Praba amid the roar of wind that broke her voice.

"Later to know, too," said Praba, smiling and turning the motor gas faster.

Until arriving at Malioboro street, Praba pulled his bike on one side of the parking lot, then invited Calya to go down and down the road to along the row of shops peddling a typical souvernir Jogja.

There, Praba invites Calya to take pictures in places that are considered to have a good background for shooting. Starting from taking pictures in front of paintings, to sitting on a street garden bench.

"Racid?" ask Praba.

Calya shakes. "Happy," he answered.

"It hasn't been like this in a long time?" goda Praba's.

"That's how" said Calya, accompanied by laughter both.

"Let's eat first" Praba asked.

"Where?"

"Like gudeg?" tanya Praba who was followed by a nod by Calya.

Praba took Calya back to the bike and took her to a gudeg restaurant. Once there and choose a seat, they ordered their own menu. And, after waiting for a while, the order came and they ate together.

"Eat a lot yes," said Praba.

"Later to satiety" said Calya.

"It's okay to eat two people."

Calya was silent for a moment, remembering her content. He was stunned, because the one who noticed it was just another man, not the father of the fetus.

Slowly, Calya looked towards Praba who was still enjoying his food. The face of the man who had been with him for the last few months, gave strength in times of adversity.

"Cal ... Remember not when we first met?" tanya Praba, break down Calya's daydreams.

"Eh, yes. You were on a motorcycle, almost hit me when I finished shopping for kitchen items," said Calya.

"I still remember the time you ranted. Hahaha, funny."

"Yes, who isn't angry try that," Calya grumbled.

"Remember no, you were going to report me to your husband?"

"Hem ...," muttered Calya quietly.

"Realized ...."

"It turns out you're my husband's boss. Satisfied?!"

"Haha." Praba chuckled again.

"Real ... we meet again here, but with a different atmosphere. More romantic," said Praba after his laughter subsided.

This time with a gentle look at Calya.

It made the woman spontaneously lower her gaze. There was a shame there.

"Cal ... tomorrow we go to the gynecologist." Praba's speech this time made Calya look up.

"For what?" ask the woman.

"Yes to check your content," said Praba.

Calya was silent for a moment. True said by Praba, since knowing this pregnancy, he has not checked it again. If it wasn't for Praba, he might not have thought about it.

"We?" tanya Calya confirmed Praba's remarks.

"Yes, I'll pick you up after work, keep us going to the doctor together."

Calya just nodded. I don't know why he felt unable to refuse the invitation.

Praba can always provide comfort for her, even though Calya feels that Praba did all the good to her all this time just because of his feelings of pity for her.

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