ENDRO, THE BODYGUARD

POIGNANT

The second Monday night Nummi was at Endro's house. He's been there for a week.

Even though that day he was very hopeful that Endro would continue his story, but he was not so disappointed if his expectations were only in vain. He understood quite well with the middle-aged man.

Early in the morning he woke up, but he no longer found Endro. And his return was almost too late.

"Pity of Endro. It must be a very tiring day for him..." Nummi Gumam. His eyes occasionally glanced towards the door of Endro's room which was locked tightly from within.

"Neng Nummi's..." Call Bi Hana Seraya approaching the Girl to the living room where she turns on the television, But not to watch it. He was intentionally there. Maybe Endro will come out to see him.

"Yes Bi...?" Sahut Nummi immediately turned to the origin of Bi Hana's voice.

"Why hasn't Neng slept? It's nine o'clock, Neng." Beware Bi Hana gently. He sat down next to Nummi.

"Bi is soon... Nummi's not sleepy yet..." Answer's flat.

"Is Neng scared?" Ask Bi Hana a little carefully.

"Not really, Bi... It's just, sometimes lightning likes to be loud..." Nummi's words were seen with a small grunt. He turned his head towards the outside of the glass window in the room which suddenly appeared bright by lightning.

"Yes Neng... It's raining season now. Understand Neng... It's already December. People say, the months that used ber-ber behind it, we must prepare a bucket." Said Bi Hana Serocos at length.

"Hehehe... There's-there's Bi..." Nummi said she heard Bi Hana telling her.

"Certainly, Neng... In our country it is divided into two seasons in a year. Rainy season and dry season. The rainy season will be from September to April. And the dry season is from April to September, Neng."

"Yes Bi... Aunt's right. But that loh, whose month ends with the letter ber must accommodate the bucket... It sounds funny..." Sahut Nummi still leaves a little laugh.

"That's how the ancients were, Neng. They are the cleverest. Moreover, the supply of clean water was very limited once. So, rainwater they can use as their need." Bi Hana again.

"Hmmm... So yes, Bi." Said Nummi while nodding slowly, looking understood.

"Yes, Neng. Yes, it is, Neng. Neng sleeping gih... It's night. Mr. Endro must have slept. Poor him, soy sauce..."

"Yes, Bi. Auntie go first. Nummi's in the room soon."

"Yes already... Auntie is in. Neng also had to go to sleep immediately." Pamit Bi Hana got up and left Nummi alone in the room.

The girl also gave up. He got up and walked into his room. Actually, at that time he just wanted to know the state of Endro. Is it okay, or vice versa.

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Endro knew, outside, Nummi could be heard chatting with Bi Hana. But he also knew, Nummi's goal was to be there to make sure of himself.

Not long after, the sound of television was no longer heard shortly after Bi Hana said goodbye to her room first.

Endro looked relieved. He was sure that Nummi had given up waiting for him in the middle room in front of his room.

Forgive Om, Honey. You must be very worried right now. Not that I won't see you, son. But today Om's work fucked up all. Om did not stop thinking about Mentari and the little girl. Om didn't stop thinking about Om's dream last night.

Om sure, by looking at you today, then this pain will definitely be more and more so. You make Om feel the happiness of living with Mentari again. And unfortunately, that happiness turned into pain. Because happiness is no longer real, son.

If Om can still, Tomorrow Om will continue the story. Om will stand the pain. But not for today, my dear.

Tonight, let's take a break, son...~ Endro deepening length.

He was breaking his body which was tired. Although he tried to close his eyes, but Endro did not fall asleep.

"Maybe by looking at you, I'll be asleep, Mentari..." Endro murmured while tilting his body towards the nightstand above which there is a photo of Mentari.

After a few minutes, Endro finally fell asleep. Sleeping in pain, poignant in memory of his wife who loved him so much. His heart was tossed like a coir in the middle of the ocean. Not necessarily the direction of destination.

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