Happy Fajarini

Episode 11

Asmaraloka makes many people lulled and happy. But not a few also make people in a nestapa position. Just like me who was lulled happy when with Tegar, but also troubled at this time. The wind tried to comfort me, helping me to relax my dead-end brain. I looked at him awkwardly. He did not want to be silent and continued to detail one by one my belongings. I answered briefly his questions. There are many things he asks. Including things that happened as long as he wasn't here.

"Which staunch mas. How come you haven't come home yet?"

"Em, there is important business possible" I replied for the umpteenth time. I lied to Sukma if Mas Kukuh was out and happened to have his car damaged. So Mas Steady came out in a taxi. Lucky Sukma immediately believed my words.

"Yes, I want to fall first. Can I?" tanyakanya. I nodded in agreement.

"Can."

"But the nebeng in your room huh." And as fast as lightning shook and came in front of the door of the room. No. gabe. Can be critical if Sukma knows in the room there is Mas Kukuh. And Sukma is not the type of person who can control emotions. I don't want Sukma to think a no-no.

"My room's like a broken ship, Ma. I also saw a centipede. So I called the fire department to come here. Maybe I'll be there soon." I was surprised that surfing was lying to Sukma. And Sukma's gaze was now looking at me. I tried to convince Sukma through my gaze as well. And finally he sighed and then nodded in confidence.

"Yes, I went home first. Later if Mas Kukuh go home directly to the news. But don't tell me if I've come back here" said Sukma. I immediately nodded enthusiastically. Sukma frowned but I immediately rewarded him with a cheek kiss. We chuckle together.

His steps began to take him away. I waved my hand to escort her away. I went inside the apartment when he was perfectly drowned by the elevator. I forgot to lock the door from the inside. I'm rendering. My breath has been stuck ever since. The sudden arrival of the Sukma was extremely unfavorable to me. If only Sukma knew it was certain that there would be a 4th world war after the battle of the heart.

My eyes were fixed on the first sight I saw as I opened my bedroom door. I tried to walk without a sound and sat myself on the edge of the bed. My eyes are now treated to a shady face with a thin sideburn that grows around his chin and cheeks. My hands stretched out and confirmed his body temperature. It still seems very warm. His eyes are still closed. He is not at all disturbed by my current existence. I stroked her slightly brownish hair. This guy is perfect and also very good. But I've dragged him into a problem that should never have happened. I am carving wounds for many people, including himself, Tegar, Tegar family, Sukma, and Sukma family. Sometimes I feel unable to do it anymore. I won't be able to face one problem at a time. And I will not be able to treat their hearts one by one. Everyone will hate me and spit on me. I wiped the corner of my eye. I'm glad to always be happy and strong, not crying.

"Dek," said Mas Kukuh.

"Yes, I'm here." I helped him who was trying to sit down. His face is pale. And again, he leaned against my chest like a child in need of his mother's embrace.

"Sukmas?" tanyakanya. I nodded while tightening my arms for her.

"Not now. We better call the doctor first yes," persuade me for the umpteenth time. But Mas Kukuh still shakes his head.

"Here I am Temenin Mas. It will soon heal too. Pliiiss...." Mas Steady whining like a child. It's always like this when he's sick. It was as if his adult life was changing with his spoiled and childish attitude. I nodded and he asked me to lie down again.

"Good time like sister. Sick time like a child. Kasian Sukma will get a labile husband like this. Aw. sick, Mom." I kept his head away from me because he just bit my shoulder hard enough.

I moaned, my body aches because of sleeping in a very unfavorable position. I couldn't move at all because an elephant's calf's leg was locking me up possessively. I'm getting sultry. Sweat is very heavy. But I couldn't bear to wake up Mas Kukuh who looked very comfortable with my embrace. Ten minutes later I looked at the white ceiling. Make it the basis of the paintings I made myself through my delusion. Imagine my life would be more beautiful after this. Imagining after this the man who was hugging me would immediately ask my best friend, Sukma. And I will continue my love story with Tegar Mahameru. My real love. My eleven-year-old love has changed my outlook on life. My love that I forever want to hold. Waiting for the swastamita in the asmaraloka.

"Wet all, Deck." The distinctive hoarse sound of waking up shocked me who was fantasizing on the ceiling.

"You huh?" my many.

"Yes. Sweet candy is no longer kissed," kelakar Mas Kukuh. I pushed him to let go of his embrace. But instead of moving away, it locked me tightly with its hands and feet above my body. I clucked as hard as he made it.

"Yes, um, Mas. He said it stinks."

"Five minutes!" yells.

"But I—"

"Fresh?" Mas Steady cut my words.

"Standard car I brought a semalem, Mas. I have to see Tegar this afternoon. We should see twilight. I also need to see Sukma, right? Don't want to meet Sukma? Haven't you seen six months ago?" I'm looking for Mas Kukuh. He seemed silent and slowly he relaxed his embrace. Succeeds. I cheered in my heart.

"You're in the middle of the mall with your own car? if anything happens to you how? Hardy where? why go home alone? aren't you afraid of what happened again?" He came back to pick me up with a lot of questions. My breath is a little choked. Although his tone was relaxed, but Mas Kukuh was a firm person. For that I was still reluctant to discuss the matter one year ago with him.

"Em, yes I have a feeling, Mas. The proof is Mas semalem is sick, right? thankfully I came. If there is no way Mas Kukuh already shivering badly. No one is nolongin," I replied smoothly but nervously half-dead. I bit my lower lip as Mas Kukuh locked my body tightly again.

"Lied." Mas Steady looked at me sharply.

"Truly, Mas." I rubbed his head to relax a little.

"Strictly right?"

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