Happy Fajarini

Happy Fajarini
Episode 2



The wind whirred the leaves. The branches began to get carried away. This afternoon is overcast. The black cloud clump began to docked in search of the right formation to spill its water. Today there is no twilight, but the Rigid remains.


I glanced at him at a glance and then refocused on my laptop screen. Maybe a lot of pairs of eyes are looking at us strangely. Just look, the man in front of me just now did not end up looking at me. I just chuckle at his behavior. But that's what inspires me. Rigid is a special object that always makes me flow the contents of the head.


"Dink, Toy." I giggled after glancing at him again.


"If I am your inspiration, then you are my life purpose. I'm gobsmacked. You are the first woman to make me afraid of losing. If nature will one day take you away from me, then I will also ask nature to take me. All for the sake of a hope to stay together. I will always be with you, Ra." Again, it makes me crunch. Love is great. The mouth speaks quite a bit, let the heart expose it. I laughed in response.


"Light, you are the most beautiful gift that God has given you. You are the only reason I have to stay strong when the storm hits everything I have. I hope it doesn't end in eleven years. Ra wants to live millions of years with Tegar even though our world will be different." I clasped his hands tightly. Smiles continue to decorate my face. I'm happy with the rigors and the rigors.


I continued my activities. I'm a writer. It's been three years. But Hardcore's the only one who knows. For three years I have been typing in front of Tegar. Because Tegar is my inspiration. Although it took hours, he remained faithful to accompany me. I'd rather write if there's him in front of me. Because he is my every story.


I let out a breath. It didn't feel like we were here for four hours. But look, Tegar is still loyal. Not once did he take me home. I folded up my laptop and put things in my bag.


"Tomorrow to go out of town?" ask me. Rigid nodded.


"There are some new menus that I will present. But today, Happy was the first to eat that menu." I enthusiastically nodded. Tegar is a great chef. I eat very often his delicious food. Not only good, but also because of the influence of love. Maybe if it feels like a brotowali even if Tegar makes it, I'm greedy.


"Later for three days I'm there, if Ra needs anything to ask for help with Uda Roni, yes." I nodded back. Uda Roni is like a big brother to me and Tegar. Uda Roni and I grew up together in an orphanage. They have no family anymore.


Day went by night. I went home to work early today. Signal disconnected. That's why I'm here, following Tegar at the restaurant.


Just open the car door for me.


"Sweet as hell, Bang." I teased Hardcore with the blink of my eyes.


Rigid chuckles then rubs the poniku behind the ear. His black eyes were intensely staring at me. "Who's sweet from birth, Dek." I immediately pinched his stomach with anxiety.


Tonight Tegar drove me home. Just like yesterday. The difference is tonight coming home early. Actually still want to stick, but Hardcore's face can't lie. He's pretty tired today. Cars are streaking through the city to get to the apartment. It feels too fast. I want to stay with Tegar. The man of the last eleven years has longed for my love, become the dawn of my weapons, and become my joyful.


"You be careful" I said, patting her on the shoulder.


"All right."


"Next week we have to check up." Rigid nodded. His face came closer, I closed my eyes. One kiss on the cheek. I hugged her tightly, as if I was going to be apart for months. My hand waving ushering in Tegar's departure. I walked towards the elevator while glancing at the watch on my wrist, it was already seven o'clock. I need to get upstairs and cook. I saw there was no car. It seems like he's overtime today.


"Hello, I'm cooking. I'll go straight to my apartment, yeah." The guy from across the phone said.


I started putting food on the table. Pour water into a glass. Prepare two plates for me and him. I think it's enough, just waiting for his arrival.


Cclek


I looked when the door opened. Immediately I approached him and took over the suit and bag he was about to pack. I forgot to greet him with a smile.


"Let's eat, Mas. It's cold." He nodded. His hands were busy unbuttoning his clothes. I immediately served rice and side dishes to his plate.


"What time was it, Dek?" ask her.


"Hour seven, Mas." I approached him and helped him unbutton his arm. He always did, always having trouble putting up and taking off shirt buttons. Too impatient.


"Tomorrow if you don't have to cook. Just call, let Mas buy food outside." I just nodded in response. My hands are still busy unbuttoning the last button on the left. New clothes, the hole is still narrow.


"But it's better to cook yourself often, Mas. It's an old date. If buying continues to be wasteful," I said while watching him release the top shirt buttons.


"OK deh. How about a hard one?"


"Well," I answered while serving my own food. It's just mangosteen.


"Yesterday Sukma called me."


"What's wrong?" ask with your mouth full.


"Please see Mas Kukuh home at what time, who's home, peek at him again what, don't forget also to take his laundry, Mastin Mas Steady his body is still the same, not too fat and not too thin, and ingetin Mas Kukuh for Ngabarin Sukma. Karna Ra is a neighbor of Sukma's future husband, his best friend Ra." I imitate Sukma's somewhat smudged style of speech. Mas Kukuh laughs discordantly. Those words again, he thought.


"I came home at eight past twelve minutes. Home yourself. I eat just as happily. Not laundry anymore, wash it yourself. Even the laundry is a lot because of Joy. And my body seems fatter because in love fat-fat continues to be just as Happy. Say it to Sukma, without me telling her, every hour she calls." We laughed boisterously. What a strange life.


He's a Strong Mas. The man who bears as Sukma's lover, my best friend. Our apartment is next door. He's very nice and mature. But the perfect man for me is just a stern. Just Rigid.