Getting Married Late
#40
Bright orange sky changing colors,
Slowly getting thinner turning dark, dark,
The chirping of birds that grew increasingly soft until it became silent.
A worn-out piece of hope, though,
The turmoil between the wound and the disappointment, the,
This is me living without a soulmate,
Keeping all my fantasies too high.
I hope you understand my feelings,
So that my imagination becomes manifest.
At night Lula gets a phone call from Faiz. Faiz has never been an author here, but he has been friends with Lula by phone, he is also a friend of Usnul.
Faiz says that Friday is tomorrow when he dhuhur wants to play at Lula's place.
Finally, the day came, and he kept his promise. He came alone, Usnul also accompanied Lula when Faiz came.
Maybe because there was Usnul who accompanied them, Faiz so unpleasant if you want to tell about his true self to Lula, until one Week later he invited Lula to the road outside.
Still on Friday about nine o'clock they made a meeting in Kedungwuni. Lula escorted by Usnul to the front of the Kedungwuni market. Faiz was already waiting at the designated place. Usnulpun straight home after dropping off the brother.
The sky was clear at that time, Faiz who shook Lula drove his motorcycle with speed was down the shortcut path to Karangdadap.
The journey may take less than 1 hour to reach Sigandu Beach Batang Regency.
Arriving at the beach location Faiz turned his vehicle to the right towards the Cemara forest which is on the beach, cool air.
A grove of fir trees covers some of the beach sand. On the left and right side many young couples who are combining love. Lula was embarrassed to see what they were doing, she closed her eyes as she passed them.
Faiz stopped the bike. They then sat on a bench made of bamboo resting on an evergreen tree. For a moment they just silently looked at the pounding waves, rolling away, then crashing again.
Somehow Lula was feeling at this moment, maybe she was already indifferent about feelings.
Every now and then he noticed the sand dredging crab making a hole as his hiding place, then came out again from the hole and made another hole and so on.
The atmosphere of silence had not yet begun the conversation, only the sound of the waves crashing was heard, and the seagulls that occasionally perched on the surface of the sea then immediately flew again.
"So you can't ride a bike, Lula?" Faiz started the conversation with the question.
"Eh..," Lula was just a reflex.
"Keep later if I tell buy terasi to the market how? on foot? the distance from my house to the market is far away, there are no more angkot passing through." he added.
Lula was even more shocked by Faiz's words that were to the point.
How about the point anyway? lula murmured in the heart.
"You can ask between you or take a motorcycle taxi" replied Lula following the direction Faiz spoke.
The silence struck again, it seemed that Faiz was beginning to take a swing to speak seriously. The Arab-faced but not too tall man seemed to take a deep breath and exhale slowly.
"I've failed, Lula" Faiz said.
"Sama, I also failed" replied Lula directly who did not know the meaning of Faiz's conversation.
"My son is one, man. It's second grade SD." Faiz said again. "His mother was Indramayu, she preferred to leave him when she was just one year old and obey her parents' wishes to work abroad as TKW" he explained.
Ohhh,
Lula just ngeh if what Faiz meant by failing it was failing to build a household.
"Keep you, have you really failed?" faiz asked while paying attention to Lula's body which I finned ground (straight tall slim flat chest).
Lula who at that time wore straight cut pants made of canvas long-sleeved blouse and instant hoods in pink and sylver-colored hoodie sweater jackets became uncomfortable noticed as such.
"What the hell, see it like that?" grouse Lula. "I mean failing that broke up from my guy," he explained. "failing too right?" tanyakanya.
"Oh, break. I thought you were a widow, but there was no widow."
"Dowager son, na'udzubillah min dzalik, lest dech me be a widow. I want her to marry only once in a lifetime." elak Lula doesn't accept.
"I also want her to, marry for life once, age together. But what to say, we can only plan but the result of the Creator is decisive" Faiz said.
"That means he's not your soul mate. I pray that you will soon find your soul mate." said Lula prayed.
"Keep your own response how about me?" faiz asked spontaneously.
Deg, man,
"meaning?" asked Lula who was a bit clueless with Faiz's words.
"Lula, I'm sure you're old enough to understand what I'm saying. I don't want your meaning, it may be difficult for a girl to accept a single child widower like me with an uncertain income as a freelance day laborer" Faiz said.
"Emmm..Well.. we just walk according to the flow, if in the future we have a match, then we can step to the next level, if we do not fit, then we are enough to be friends, what do you think?" lula.
Lula did the same thing, "Deal" Lula said, hooking her little finger to Faiz's little finger.
The author even confused himself what agreement is it? use the deal-deal.
"Oh, yes. You're friends with Anik, right?" ask Lula.
"Anik who?" Faiz asked back.
"Ani Susiati." replied Lula. "You said the SMAN 1 Kajen alumnus."
"Oo.iya-iya he's my classmate." said Faiz.
"If Ulum?" ask Lula again.
"Miftakhul Ulum? he is not in class, he used to run for the chair of OSIS but failed. I salute him for being persistent." Faiz said.
At about 2 pm Lula and Faiz decided to go home.
"It looks like it's going to rain, let's just go home" Faiz said.
"Yes, come!" Lula.
They immediately left the place. Faiz was a bit fast forward his motorbike, until it reached the area of Warungasem District rain began to fall.
Faiz stopped his bike because the rain was falling more and more, while he only brought 1 stel raincoat and pants model.
They took shelter on the terrace of a rice shop, east of Kertoharjo Bridge. The intention is all to eat lunch, it turns out the shop is closed. Poor dech..
They sat on the bench in front of the stall while waiting for the rain to subside. Lula was holding her stomach.
"Laper" he said.
Since leaving this morning, their stomachs have been filled with nothing. Lula also did not think to bring drinks and snacks. Lula thinks on the beach Sigandu many sellers, it's the one on the west. It turned out that Faiz took him to the east coast in an evergreen forest far from the crowds of merchants.
"Hold on, we'll stop by the stalls that open." Faiz said.
"How long is it raining?" Lula is getting riled up.
"Patience,"
For two hours they just sat on a bench in front of the shop. The rain is starting to fall. They eventually left the uninhabited shop.
Faiz stopped his motorbike in front of a chicken noodle shop on the side of Watusalam road. They entered the stall and sat on one of the long benches, coincidentally there were no other buyers besides them. They ordered 2 bowls of chicken noodles and 2 cups of hot sweet tea.
When the order came, Lula was stirring her chicken noodles.
"Something is strange" he said.
"Yes, this time I ate chicken noodles with kale." Faiz said, clarifying Lula's speech.
"Hehehe, maybe the mustard farmer who sells his chicken noodles is a kale farmer." Seloroh Lula's.
"Hahaha, change profession? it's still a farmer." Faiz said.
After finishing the chicken noodles and paying for them, Faiz drove Lula home. Arriving at Lula's house, Faiz stopped for a while to say goodbye to Mak Kulsum.
Lula make warm tea and serve it with butter cookies like Mbah Tari, butter cookies with large cans packaging that have gold chains left over.
Faiz drank Lula's tea,
"Oo..this is edible?" faiz said while opening the lid of the can of butter cookies. "I thought it was just a display." she said. He asked to be offered.
"That's a display, not to eat." said Lula.
After saying goodbye to Mak Kulsum Faiz left Lula's house.
After a date that day, Faiz became rarely phone or SMS if not Lula who started, Lula does not know why. If the SMS is also a long reply. Until finally came a message from him that made Lula discouraged.
[Assalamu'alaikum, Bulgaria. Earlier I apologized, I was fired from my job, maybe I can no longer play at your house, and sorry I can no longer continue our relationship.]
Why a job is an excuse, a job can be found. For a moment Lula thought about the contents of the SMS, sad? don't know. Maybe he was immune to the situation he is in now. Lulapun reply to the message.
[It's okay, Faiz. Maybe we're not meant to be a match. I'm also sorry that you've been wrong all this time.]
Send, man,
The habit of dech Lula does not reply greetings,
[Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatullahi wabarokaatuh,]
Send, man,
Failed maning, failed son maning. Thor.. Thor... when did you write my soul mate Thor?
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Ride to the new palapa stage,
Singing a song of love.
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May you and thank you.
