Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

Your car and your frustration

Our journey is calm, miss.

With you holding my hand all the way, holding me like I don't want to get away from you.

Sometimes you glance at me while showing your smile, I also glance at you with a bad feeling.

My head is recording the moment right now, your smile is in the process of scanning. Likely at the end of my life, that's what I'll remember. That you once gave me a smile like a spring. Cools my heart and reconciles my mind.

Next to my hand drive a car, crashing into the streets of Jakarta that began to be crowded on this holiday. The sun shines brightly as if celebrating the union of our hearts.

What are you thinking right now, miss?

When you look at me with that nanarmu look?

“Danar,” You called me with that soft hoarse voice of yours.

“Hm,”

“You're mine, right?”

Typical female questions. It was like asking for a definite statement, even though I was willing to be beaten in front of his eyes.

I'm the one who should be asking you, miss.

Is this a reality and not a dream?

Reality and not my imagination? Do you really think I'm yours right now, or just want to be ignorant of me?

Maybe when we get married, you'll ask me the same thing every day. Unnecessary questions like ‘do you love me, my husband?’ it's clear I want to marry you.

Even if your heart knows that I'm yours.

“What proof do you need?” my many.

“Just answer Yes or No,”

“Even though I've done it with action? Attentive to your parents' house just for you to step on?”

“Yes, only answers come out of your mouth,”

“Mouth can lie, Miss,”

“But often we need that confirmation,”

“Women are very strange,”

“You will not be able to understand us, we often do not even understand the actions of other women,”

I nodded slowly, “interesting,” I said.

Yes, it does attract this type of creature.

“I love you and now I'm yours,” I said later.

His smile seemed to expand.

I suddenly had a strange premonition afterwards, so I hurriedly added, “That's an honest answer from me and I'm not flirting with you,”

He opened his lips a little, it seemed like it would tease me again, so I hurriedly added, “Don't you try saying things like ‘ time?!’ or ‘I really don't believe’, or ‘you really fakboi expert play gian’ or something like that. Just shut up and kiss my cheek in return for my embarrassment,” I said at length.

Laughter exploded.

A crisp laugh that seemed to show his happiness.

“One more,” I added, hunted him asking me strange things.

His laughter stopped, he looked at me curiously.

“I've been in contact with a lot of women. My activities at night are what you imagine. But nothing ends with me willingly becoming a slave or ART. So don't worry about it,”

He pinched my cheek.

The pain is weak but not painful.

Maybe that's in exchange for a cheek kiss for me.

“And I often fantasize about you,”.

His laughter attacked me again.

The pitch is beautiful, but it doesn't rhyme like when he nags at me. Like there's a discordant tone.

I'd rather you yell at me than you laugh at me, miss. But I think you already know that.

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Your boyfriend is weird, miss

But you still seem to like it

Your boyfriend likes things that are beyond reason, miss

But you're getting closer

Your boyfriend imagines you in an inhumane worldly wildness, Miss

But you laugh at hearing it

As if you understood all the things about me,

As if you were willing to walk with me, though,

As if you would allow me to make you the object of my fantasy,

Without realizing that you are a part of me.

Miss Dias, miss,

Your boyfriend is weird, but you're even stranger to loving him.

(Septira 2022)

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We arrived at a luxury hotel where her friend Nona's engagement was held. I took off his hand and took my backpack lying in the back seat of the car, in the passenger seat.

I cringed and looked at Miss.

He was carving a red liquid over his thin moist lips.

“Non, why haven't you been sitting in the passenger seat all this time? Usually the employer sits in the back,” my question.

He stopped his activities and and looked at me with a look of disdain, “Not yet to find the answer, Danar? You're this asshole. He said a lot of women surround you,” he said in a satirical tone.

“Many women around me does not mean I understand the absurd codes they often pass on to me,”.

“Jawab first my question, then I will answer your question,”

I let out a breath.

Habits Miss, Miss,

Never let my business go smoothly.

Especially heart problems.

“Ya, okay. What?” much

“I saw you chatting with some ladies. Like Bik Isma, Nimas, and your secretary I saw back then,”

“Mbak Windy,” my error

“Iya, dia.” Miss put her lisptik back into her tiny handbag. Which is enough to surprise me can-cannya from a bag as small as it contains many things such as a mobile phone set of makeup, and even his wallet.

“Then?” ask again.

Miss I never expected to sigh and lean my face towards me. It was like protesting me about something.

Seriously he looked at me.

“Why is it that when you talk to a woman other than me, you are being so gentle? But with me like cuek and ogah-ogahan?”tanyakanya.

Hm, hm,

Should I explain?

I just looked at him with a meaningful smile, I hope he understands without needing to explain so I didn't open my disgrace from my own mouth.

“Another woman did not become my wife,” I answered so, while praying she did not prolong this affair.

“That's not the answer, Danar. So I don't want to answer why I'm not sitting in the back,”

I chuckled, I thought I would choose not to know the answer instead of having to answer why I always upset her.

“Alright, it doesn't matter to me either,” I lured him to sulk.

Again and again.

My custom since meeting you, Miss. I always wanted to upset you, so that I would always get your attention.

“You did it again,” murmured with a grim face.

“What?”

“It. Makes me upset like this,”

“Hm,” I unbuttoned and passed my shirt. I saw that there were already a lot of cars in the parking lot, so the show was about to start soon.

“Danar,” call him.

“Hm?” muttered. I was already about to put on after my blessing when her hand stopped my movement.

“For the rest of your life, who has been sitting next to you when you drive the car?”

I squinted my eyes while looking at him. I think the feel of the air in the car is starting to grip. There is an implied meaning that I have not been able to catch from Miss. And he seems to be upset about it.

I wanted her to be more upset, so I said, “According to Miss, who?” based on my experience, back asking is the thing that can make people go up, so during work and facing clients, I avoid this kind of method because it can make a runyam job business.

“How do I know?!” tone rising.

He was hooked, I got excited.

“Ya already if you don't know,” I make his affairs more hanging, so he can be more emotional.

Besides, I don't understand why sitting next to the driver while driving is crucial to him.

“Danar, do I mean anything to you?” ask again.

I looked at him too, wondering.

I answer in my heart,

Miss, do you know what you mean to me?

When our hands are tightly connected,

And our hearts embrace strongly

You need to know, this event made me a complete human being.

Those who are being struck by romance can feel this world is very beautiful,

Those who are in love can see this world so full of blessings,

For that, I am grateful for every second.

Especially time...

Plakk!!!

I felt the heat and pain on my left cheek.

"Then who is he? Who was sitting next to you when you drove?” he scolded me with his eyes and anger.

“Eh?”

“Jawab only, Danar! Don't distract!” it almost screamed.

Hearing it, I realized later, that we were in rhythm.

They are obsessed with each other,

Equally crazy.