Fear of Falling in Love

Gara - Gara Novel (Restyani Ananda Putri)

Huft, I finally finished reading Gibriel Alexander's novel You Are My Love. This novel is 268 things thick, I can read in just 45 minutes. Hurry right? The novel is definitely cool. The language style is light, easy to understand, and most importantly the storyline is good. You can make readers feel at home reading this novel.

Reading this novel I so want to like the main character of the woman, Tantrini Aditya Putri who managed to find a handsome prince and his loyalty deserves a thumbs up. I have to admit, I have been looking for 1 year more faithful man but in fact I have never found. What day is there a faithful man?

Suddenly my mind drifted to the time of 2012, a time where I still feel the beauty of love with Aldi. But unfortunately my love ran aground because of a betrayal right when about to get married.

***

1 December 2012.

“Wah, it is not possible to now enter on December 1. Getting closer to my wedding day with Aldi,” I said when I saw the date listed on the HP screen. Yes, in about 1 month I have a wedding day.

I should be happy but why my heart is sad. Where Aldy now never calls me again, don't call back to text me he never again. I worried about him, afraid that anything would happen to him.

A little about Aldy. I knew him about 3 years ago, at that time I was still in a white-gray uniform aka High School children were Aldy a sports teacher at my school. Aldy, including a favorite teacher among the students at my school Aldy is young, only 25 years old, handsome, his eyebrows thick, his skin white, tall, tall, and the body is ‘waw’ likened to the artist Aldy is like Attalarik Shah. Not only the students who have a crush on Aldy, the single teacher was also a heavy crush on Aldy.

Right on graduation day, Aldy declared his love for me. I as a woman obviously feel very lucky. Of the many women who had a crush on him, he chose me to be his love. And without a second thought, I accepted Aldy's love. Thank God my mother has blessed my relationship with Aldy.

When we love others

Could this heart be strong

As much as possible, my dear will never be lost.

The song Acha and Irwan Syah titled my Heart is beautiful from my HP. With passion I grabbed HP. Who knows the person who SMS is Aldy. Open HP lock. On the HP screen it says 1 message received. I immediately clicked open.

From : My Love Aldy.

Morning of my love, let's wake up! I'm waiting for you at eight o'clock right in the city park. Something to talk about is important!

I smiled reading from Aldy's SMS. Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. After a long wait, Aldy finally had an SMS as well. But I feel like there's something weird about Aldy's isms. He invited me to meet in the city park, he said there was something important to talk about! Important what try? The question that was writhing in my head was only conveyed in an SMS reply.

To: My Love Aldy

What was? Can, really. Wait there yeah!

My heart is still wondering, “What's wrong with Aldy? Tumben-tumbenan ngajakin finding? Usually if you want to see me he comes directly to the house.”

Ah, it doesn't matter. I miss Aldy so much, all I have to do now is take a shower. I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

15 Minutes later I came out of the bathroom dressed. My wardrobe was placed in the bathroom. Weird, right? My mom had an idea like that.

I took the time to get dressed first. I am today wearing a pink shirt in harmony with a long skirt that is also pink. My long hair was allowed to unravel to make it look more beautiful. To beautify my appearance, I wore a pink bando as well. I smiled with satisfaction when I saw myself in front of the mirror already looking beautiful.

It's all done, now I'm just leaving to see Aldy. I was so excited that I forgot my saying and also forgot that Aldy and I were not allowed to see each other first.

***

Arriving at the city park I immediately found the figure of Aldy. He sat on a long bench under a tree. I also approached Aldy.

“Hal, Al. Sorry for waiting so long for the girl to dance."

“What's up.”

I watched Aldy's face closely. My forehead is wrinkled, Aldy's face is wrinkled like a shirt that hasn't been ironed. Aldy must have a problem. Out of curiosity of the god-level, I ventured to ask him, “Al, how do your face look sad?”

“Res, sit down first! If you talk while sitting delicious.” I nodded and sat down next to Aldy.

“Res, I'm sorry. Actually ...,”

“Sorry why? What's the matter exactly?” manyu.

“Actually today is the last day we met. Our love is quite up here.”

The words that came out of Aldy's mouth hurt my heart. Suddenly tears flowed down my cheeks. “So for what 2 years do we live this? Why did you suddenly break up for no reason?” ask me with a high note.

I looked at Aldy fiercely. The man I love breaks up a relationship for no reason. Don't you remember she's in 1 month we're getting married? Buildings, catering, clothing fittings, even pre-wedding photos are in order. Only the invitation is still in print and has not been disseminated.

“Al, 1 month later we will get married when you can cancel the wedding?” I said reminding Aldy of that.

“Sorry Res, I can't continue our marriage.” Aldy sat down, not daring to look at me.

I shook my head quickly, “I don't need an apology from you all I need is an explanation! Explanation why you suddenly canceled our wedding!”

Aldy was asked to be quiet. I became sebel. “Why are you quiet Al? Say something dong?” I shook Aldy's hand.

Aldy remained silent, not answering my question at all. I stared at Aldy sharply. Head bowed. He looked so heavy and limp as if thousands of tons of chains were hanging around his neck. “Now I really don't know you anymore. You're not my Aldy I used to know.”

“Res, everyone will definitely change including me and you.” Aldy finally let out his voice.

“My feelings for you will not change. I still love you.”

“I also love you very much Res, but farewell is the best for us.”

“Al, look me in the eye! Tell me that what you said was just a joke!” Aldy didn't speak to me. He instead of looking at me ran away.

Passing through me as if I were a shadow. The pseudo-shadows are not important and should be removed.

My heart broke into pieces. But yeah, that's it. The point is I'm not a soul mate. I also left the park.

***

After returning from the park. I was sitting on the couch. My eyes were straight on the television screen showing the Korean drama.

Tinctong …!

“Sorry is this true home Mbak Restyani?” ask a fat woman who is standing at the door with a boy around the age of 3 or 4 years.

“Iya true. I'm Restyani, Ma'am who?”

“Oh, so this is Restyani? You itchy woman, dare to seize my husband,” said the fat woman with a high tone. I frowned, not understanding what the fat lady said. The fat lady glared, she pushed my body. Miraculously, my body bounced on the sofa.

“Eh, what do you mean? Who do you want to say that I took your husband?” ask me with a tone no less high. The fat woman's face was getting red. It occupied my body and grabbed my hair mercilessly.

He continued to throw a thousand words of expletive which was able to numb the taste. I tried to free myself from the fat woman sitting on my stomach. Although my body is much thinner but I can't give up. If I don't fight it, I'll die at his hands.

“Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim, huwaaaa ..!” hysterical shouting. As powerful as I tried to brush off the steel body that had been sitting on me. The fat woman also fell. Her fat belly hit the corner of the table. He grimaced in pain.

I pulled the hand of the fat lady and threw her on the floor. I shuffled to the fat lady lying on the floor. Now it's my turn to act. I sat on the belly of the fat woman and then I grabbed her hair and slapped her chubby cheeks mercilessly as the fat woman did to me.

“Letasin me ! Release me!” yell fat lady. I don't care about the screams. I kept mistreating him until he apologized to me.

Unsatisfied with what I did to her, I quickly dragged the fat woman's body towards the bathroom. His body was heavy but I don't know why I was so excited to torture him.

Arriving in the bathroom I took a bucket of water, then poured the water into the body of a fat woman who was empty.

“Huwaaaa ..!” The screams came back from the fat woman's mouth. He tried to get up and come back against me. However, before he was able to perfectly stand up I first covered his head with the bucket that was still in my hand.

After 30 minutes of energy and watering my body and the fat woman's body went loose, lying on the floor.

“Basic slut!” the fat lady again. My eyes were wide open at his words that made my ears hot. Even though his body was already limp but his mouth was still sharp.

“Eh, fat don't just say lo! Indiscriminate on my part prostitute!” I said with a breath. I picked up the toilet brush behind me. “If your mouth still dare to say I'm a macem-macem I plump your mouth the same toilet brush!” threaten him. The fat lady just smiled cynically. But slowly the clear water droplets dripped from the corner of his eye.

Huh huh? She cried? I blinked, as if I could not believe what I saw. Fat women who are like monsters can cry too.

“Mother..!” a subtle voice was heard from behind the bathroom door. Four pairs of eyes that were residing in the bathroom suddenly turned to the source of the sound.

It looks like a 3-year-old boy. His face is handsome. I looked at his face carefully. His face is very familiar in my eyes.

“Who is it?” my question is in my heart. I tried to think hard to remember the look that resembled the child.

“She's a mere puppet, Aldy,” said fat woman flat.

“What?” My eyes glared, so surprised to hear the fat woman's words. “Long, eh fat don't make up lo!” I shouted avoiding his words.

“If you don't believe it, you ask yourself the same little guy!” the fat lady's chimpanzee.

“Not possible! Lo must be lying. Uh, fat shut up before this toilet brush gagged your knee!” my cerocos while pointing the toilet brush at the fat lady's face.

The little boy who was standing at the toilet door, now he was sitting on his mother's lap. “The look on the face of this little boy is fixed. Is there something on his face that looks similar or even the same as Aldy?” said the fat lady adding her words.

I feel taka sing with the face of the little boy. Suddenly I remembered Aldy. Yeah, that kid's face looks like Aldy's. His nose, his eyes, his lips even his hair was exactly the same as Aldy's. I blinked my eyes in disbelief. How could this kid look like Aldy? Is it true what that fat lady said even this little kid Aldy's kid?

“Jad... So this kid is really Aldy's kid?” I just can't believe it.

“Yes, this is Aldy's son . Aldy left me when this kid was 1 year old. He said he left because he wanted to work but in fact he did not go back and forth. 2 years later I heard Aldy wanted to marry you so I immediately nyamperin lo!” obviously fat lady at length.

“Mother, when will you meet Aldy's father?” the little boy whined in front of the fat lady.

“Hiks.” I went back to the doldrums. Lamenting the fate that has not been on my side. I slammed the toilet brush I was holding onto the floor and screamed. Now I know the exact reason why Aldy broke up on the eve of the wedding. Apparently he's already a family. When Aldy declared his love for me, he admitted he was not married.

In a heart-slicing sobbing that sliced my heart uttered a thousand apologies to the fat woman who was Aldy's legitimate wife. Sorry for destroying another woman's household. I'm so sorry to see this little boy, he must miss a father's affection.

“Pardon me too ya instantly nyerang lo aja! Oh yes my name is Neni,” he said as he reached out. I returned his hand. The fat lady glanced at the clock that was coiled around her wrist.

“Wah, it doesn't feel like it's 6pm. Soon want magrib, like me and my son go straight home! Oh yeah if you see Aldy tell him to come home!” said.

“Iya, Ma'am. If I see Aldy, I'll tell him to go home!” the fat lady and her son stepped foot out of my house.

***

The test!

My tears fell right on the back of my right hand as soon as I woke up from my daydream. Oh my God, I'm crying again! I wipe away the tears on my cheek. I never held back tears when I remembered that event.

Because I read Gibriel's novel, I remember Aldy again. I got curious about Gibriel, he made a shaky novel. I opened the last page, it turns out there is Gibriel's biodata. There's a picture of him anyway.

Subhanallah, Gibriel's picture is very handsome. His face was round, his eyebrows thick, his nose pointed and his lips slightly red. When viewed from the photo of Gibriel's face is like a German and Arab crossbreed. I read Gibriel's biodata.

Gibriel Alexander is the pen name of a handsome man named Muhammad Gibriel Axander. He was the first of two brothers. Born in Solo on September 16, 1989, her birth date coincides with Ariel Noah's birth date. This writer is very aspiring to be a radio announcer. He also highly idolized the image of Kirana. Can be reached at mobile number 085654910277, his facebook account “Gibriel Alexander”, twitter account @gibriel_Alexander, his blog www.gibrielalexander.blogspot.com. Email gibrielganteng@ymail.com

Wuih, beyond my expectations the Gibriel listed his busy account, twitter, blog and even his HP number in the bio behind the novel. My heart is drawn to Gibriel's acquaintance, to befriend the writer. Yes, all this time I only wrote poetry and diary books. Who knew Gibriel would teach me to be a writer. Since it's late, and lazy online so I met through text only.

I have HP lying on the table. For a year, after the same verdict Aldy I rarely hold HP, abis HP-ku quiet silent like a grave absolutely no one calls or SMS. My fingers started typing a message.

To 085654910277

Hi, Gibriel. Can you contact? I just finished reading your novel. Wuih, your novel because of the storm bin cetar. I really like.

Restyani.

Click send. Within seconds the message was sent and the report it sent landed safely on my HP.

30 Minutes later.

“Hoaam ..!” I yawned wide. My eyes are so sleepy. Half an hour waiting for a text reply from Gibriel, but the reply never came. I looked at the clock that was on the wall. Holy hooch! It was half an hour in the morning. It is fitting that Gibriel did not reply to text from me, it is certain that he is again in the dream alias already asleep.

Yeah, nevermind. I'm going to sleep too. “Bismicalahummaahya wabismika amut.” I pray before going to bed for a good dream. I wish I could meet Gibriel in the dreamland.