Happy Fajarini

Episode 4

We are a pair of bodies that are currently still walking side by side, for a pair of hands that are still holding each other, and a pair of hearts that are still filled with confidence to last forever. I always pray to God, may endless hopes be broken. Happiness continues until the age is no longer young. God, I love Hardcore. Don't lose him, please.

The fingers of my left hand were still busy holding a pen to write beautiful words. I know this love cannot be established through characters. But that's me, who loves Tegar too much. If asked the reason, then the answer is; Hardcore the only person I have more than anything. He is the foot when I have difficulty walking, the hand when I have difficulty reaching, and the body that holds when I lose anything. But I hurt Tegar too. I should have been able to keep all the trust Rigid gave me. I shouldn't be in a situation like this. I glanced, apparently there were eight pairs of eyes that had been watching me.

"Why?" ask me without a sound. They just shake. Bizarrely. I scratched the head that suddenly itched. Maybe because I was smiling and pouting all of a sudden. And maybe they think I'm going crazy. Whatever. I chose bodo.

I was almost late this morning. Forgot to set an alarm. It was usually the Steady One who always woke me up. I left for work without a shower. Just wash your face, change your clothes, and leave. True Tegar said, my name should be Gembira Senjani, not Gembira Fajarini. Almost every day I never see the dawn. Always misfortune. Difficult to wake up in the morning. For that I fell more in love with the twilight.

I work as a radio announcer, but also as a part-time worker at a coffee company. Working as a radio broadcaster is fun, but it is divided with other colleagues. For that I took this part-time opportunity, the salary was decent. The proof is I can credit the apartment to keelunas. With a little help from Steady of course. I did not escape the help of the Tegar family. Very good family, I owe them.

At 16:00 it's time to go home. I forgot to book a taxi online before I left the office. It's gonna be a long time. Harder still until the day after tomorrow. But I've missed him. This love is unstoppable, flooding my whole heart to the point of sinking with the beauty of love Rigid.

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A car stopped right in front of me. I squinted, making sure that it was the driver of the car. It turned out to be true, he got out of the car and walked up to me.

"Come, what are you waiting for?" Mas Kukuh took my hand to get into the car quickly. I just follow. He seems to know that Steady doesn't exist.

"Mas—" my speech was truncated.

"We're going to the hospital now, Dek." I'm stunned. It must have something to do with Dad. I'm nodding. Choose not to ask.

Like the streets of the city in general, the streets are completely jammed. I can see the impatient face of Mas Kukuh. I think something happened at the hospital. But I dare not touch him. Slowly the City ants began to crawl. An hour and forty-seven minutes later we arrived at the hospital. Mas Kukuh without much ado directly grabbed me while running towards the room where dad was being treated. When I got to my dad's room, I sighed. I almost fainted from anxiety. My father smiled at us. I repay. Mas Kukuh went straight to Dad and kissed his hand. I do too.

"You're finally here again, son." I look so happy to see you again.

"Dad how are you?"

"Dad is always good. Just Mom's just as staunchly overdone." We chuckle together. This middle-aged man is always cool. He felt that he was always okay. I salute his father Mas Kukuh who never complained in the least. We talked a lot, Dad Mas Stukuh always touched on that. But I always calmly responded. I remembered Sukma again. Sukma, you really have to fight for your relationship.

"See what night?" my proposal.

"Mending to an apartment if so."

"The atmosphere of the night on the beach was calm. Try it first, yuk." Finally, I finally agreed to my invitation. I was running around on a stretch of white sand, barefoot. It feels so good. I'm happy to be a cheerful person who loves the beach and twilight. If it had been Harder, he would have been a spectator of my dance performance on the sand. My feet scratched the sand with the strains of romance I created myself. The movements of my hands and body were not missed. I'm happy, the woman who's always happy. Take out the already-existing wounds.

Someone took my hand. Then turn my hands around my head. It was as if he knew the tone I was creating. I was a little surprised. But the man continued his movement. Invite me to dance with the tone I created and sing a melodious-sounding sea song. Beautiful movements begin. Feet began to dance agilely on the sand, the body following the tone we created ourselves. This I never did with Hardcore. Our faces are very close together, our noses touch our noses with a sharp breath.

"Sit there, yuk." I'm breaking away from Mas Kuatuh. I didn't think that a grown man could dance. Just now we were dancing and dancing as if this world was just inhabited by us both.

We sat on the rocks. Still enjoying the sea singing. A group of seagulls were moaning in the distance. The sea is always charming. The atmosphere is so quiet and quiet. Nature has its own way of calming the heart.

"I'm sorry you said that, yeah." Mas Kukuh opened the voice.

"No papa, my mom."

"You're not comfortable." I'm turning. Actually yes. For a moment I was silent.

"So how's it going, Mas?" I ventured to ask. After a few seconds of silence. Even now I don't dare to stare at Steady. Silent. Strong a word does not speak. My body vibrates. I really want to get out of this situation. He always did not answer this question.

Fifteen minutes passed. I'm still down. I don't know if Mas Kukuh is still beside me or not. I dare not raise my head. Suddenly someone grabbed my shoulder. Mas Kukuh raised my chin. I brought my face to face him.

"Back, yuk. It's the night." I'm really disappointed. But I could only nod in assent to his invitation.

Tonight my brain is full again. I was so scared that day came. When Tegar found out the secret I've kept neatly for the past year. May tomorrow at sunrise, I wake up a year ago. I hope it's just a dream. Though impossible.