Happy Fajarini
Episode 28's
"Mas, you—"
"Mas didn't intentionally follow you earlier. You live here?" tanyakanya. I'm shaking. His steps are getting closer to me.
"Not on top of the building either time," I replied with a laugh. I glanced at my wrist, making sure that Tegar had not yet arrived.
"Fresh lucky to have you." Mas Steady swept his gaze looking at the decorations. "Your love can't be doubted, Dek. Whole and full are without strangulation for anyone but Rigid." I smiled without looking into his eyes.
"Mas, I'm sorry. Sorry for all my mistakes while still being your wife. I even knowingly did a very despicable thing to you, Mas. It is my selfishness that makes you lose such a precious person in your life. Sorry," I said softly at the end of the word. I held my shoulder.
"Everything is destiny. All you need to do now is chase your blocked dreams, Dek. I'm sorry for making you suffer during our marriage. You deserve to be happy after this. Continue your great steps to become a successful person." The thirty-three-year-old man rubbed my head.
"Why are you still this good as me, Mom? I've obviously incised wounds for you and your family and—"
"Sstttt." He put his finger right in front of my lips. My body trembled, again I remembered the smile of my father-in-law who was so sincerely affectionate and accepted all my background as a daughter-in-law. I'm the cause of his death. Rang again these tears. The Steady embrace my body, my cries becoming more and more in his arms. He calmed me down with his whispers.
"You should be lucky and grateful to have a husband like Mas. Handsome, rich, polite, but dear," he hung.
"Why?"
"Never tasted that." I hit his chest full of annoyance but also laughed.
"Tomorrow from our last trial, Mas." He nodded.
"Can you hug again? Just a moment," she asked. I hold my hand against my chest and throw my face away. The man chuckled and pulled me into his arms. I laughed and returned his embrace.
"Thank you already in masakin every day, already in ready clothes every day, already saw fit Mas again sick. You're an amazing woman, Dek. Your husband and children are proud of you."
The last night with my husband really made me a little heavy, but it was the best for the four of us. Me, Tegar, Sukma, and Mas Kukuh. Go back to the original love storyline, correct one by one the mistakes that have been made, and go back and forth hand in hand with someone who truly loves us for each other.
The man who tonight still bears as my husband before tomorrow parting was reluctant to move on, as if he did not want tonight he missed. My body somehow felt the same reluctance. Not the feeling of love, just the affection that comes just like that after more than a year with this man.
"Thank you for everything all this time. Be happy, Sukma is the best woman for you. Don't waste or doubt his great love for you. Be careful on the road. I'll invite you two when me and Hardcore get married."
"Mas sure Tegar is the right man for you, Ra. Everyone will be envious of your romance, haha. Yes, yes, my father. Be Healthy, Happy Fajarini."
I'm back at the table. I sat down on the chair, staring at the dark sky with clumps of black clouds. Covering all the brightness of the star moon. The noise of the vehicle horn from the traffic jam below was still faintly heard in my ear. I was so thirsty trying to hold back before Tegar came.
Fourteen minutes passed, but Tegar still did not come. He should have come seven minutes ago. I glanced at my wrist again, trying to calm down and smile. Remembering again when Tegar finally declared his love in our eleven years together. It was a very long time I waited for Tegar to say his love, until finally dusk then. Blood rustled up to my face, blushing.
I stood on the fringe wall and then sat on the chair again, until I knew how many times I had done that. Thunder began to roll out on the clouds, just waiting for the crackle and swift rain. I finally grabbed my phone after being overwhelmed with anxiety. Trying to contact once unanswered. I tried again, inactive. I kept trying to contact Tegar but continued to be inactive. Anxiety began to fill my heart and brain. Why would I want to cry so much. My chest is getting tighter.
It's been three hours. Three hours! Drizzle started rushing, wetting the clothes. I brought another twelve-year celebration cake together Gembira and Tegar. Still full of hope if Tegar will come later. Maybe it's because the city is jammed, so he could have been stuck. I climbed the stairs very carefully with a big cake in my hand.
I knocked on the door of Sendawa's apartment. No, there is no truth at all. I also felt awkward, should Dawa be outside to wait for Tegar's presence and bring him upstairs with me. But Dawa did not appear at all from earlier even if just to tell if Tegar had not come. Anxious is getting anxious. I prevented someone from entering the apartment right in front of Dawa's apartment and left the cake.
I ran down the corridor in a hurry. Trying to contact Sendawa many times but never got an answer. Geez, I'm really afraid that something will happen to Tegar and Sendawa because they both didn't answer my phone.
"Sir, did a guest come here?" I asked a security guard outside.
"Well, I don't know, either. You see, I just changed the shift," explained the man.
"Oh, what did you see this man or this woman? That woman was one of the occupants of the apartment on the thirty-fourth floor, sir."
"Oh, if I know this. I saw him rush that, Mom. But I don't know where the nights are going. If the guy I don't see" the security guard replied.
"Well, then excuse me, sir. Thanks for the information," I said.
My face is getting pias. Even now my phone is dead. I broke through the raining rain. In the end I sat at the stop, expressing a sense of tightness to cry from earlier. Where's Hardcore? Steady never breaks a promise. Could something have happened? I shook my head, throwing away dirty thoughts about my man.
