Hati Airin Port
Part 21's. 15 Hours of Travel.
...How are you all doing?...
...Two days ago I was on leave, because of the holidays and that's it. No longer write and focus on calming the mind....
^^^But, we start again yuk. Btw, I'm on vacation to an island in my area. I live in Lombok and vacation to the island called Gili Terawangan. What kind of island? we will go for a walk through the writing.^^^
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"Honey, you just go home. Forget all about children. I want you home now!"
Raka let out a rough breath. The man scooped his face using only his left hand.
"Why are you suddenly like this, Honey? Isn't having children your dream. My dream too. We're halfway there and you-"
"I don't want that anymore. I just want you to come home and we can live together again. I don't want kids, I just want you. Help back"
The voice of the woman who sounded afraid kemabli came out of the cell phone, then crept into Raka's eardrum.
Raka again sighed, letting out a fatigue inside the head. Honestly, he was suddenly confused by his wife's changing wishes. I don't know what the reason is, but from earlier the woman asked Raka to come home and forget about the child.
"Is something threatening?" ask the man and he only gets a tut sound indicating, a voice call that has been decided unilaterally.
Raka suddenly squeezed his phone and a second after, he slammed the flat object, "All because of the fucker."
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Senen Station.
"Can he sit facing? I don't know why I'm so uncomfortable if there's someone sitting next to me." Julian opened the conversation by turning to the right, looking at the figure of Airin who was currently being shrunken.
"Miss Airin, bis-"
"Yes, yeah. So bad. It used to be in the car, never." By removing the dumelan, Airin moved the seat to be opposite Julian.
The woman was certainly not facing forward and chose to turn her head outside, seeing the Senen station's endless tares mobbed by people there was a cangcimen handyman, there were people waiting, there were people waiting, and there are many more types.
This is what Airin likes at the station. There is nothing fun but seeing the interaction of people on the outside and inside.
"About this train will arrive in Surabaya when?" Julian opened the chatter, making Airin glance cynically at him.
"Don't talk about anything important. Just take care of what makes you want to go there?" he said it with cynicism and a play on the mouth that illustrates dislike.
Julian who saw that chuckled. She smiled and chose to turn her sitting position into leaning, "I want to attend a friend's wedding."
"No matter, ' replied Airin. The woman looked towards Julian with an unchanging look in her eyes. He still doesn't like the man's presence here, "I just ask you to take care of it, not tell it," she said as she reached for her mini-bag.
While Julian.the man was just full. He looked to his right and left, then it would end up in the figure of Airin who was busy with his cell phone, "You're to Lombok for-profit"
Julian's words came to a halt as he felt the carriage start moving slowly. The man looked to his right and left, "It seems to have departed."
"Hem .. I hope these 15 hours will pass quickly." Airin propped her head up, "being in the same room as you, making me careless" he added with a slight glance at Julian, then looked back to the left side, right at the other side of the train.
Julian who heard that smiled. He advanced his face with both hands positioned just above the thighs, then his fingers slid into each other, "Really? Then I'll make this boring trip a lot of fun."
Airin glanced at Julian. The woman sighed and fixed her sitting position, "No. Just shut up and let me just enjoy this, it's so much better."
Julian took a breath. The man smiled and he suddenly stretched out his hand, "Let's go. During this 15-hour journey. We act like people who don't know each other. In short, we're in this one room, because it wasn't intentional."
Airin glanced at the man. He looked at Julian's face, then went down to look at the man's hand, "That's better. So, shut up and you act like you don't know me."
Julian shook his head, making Airin raise one eyebrow in his eye, "It seems you misunderstood, Miss. I did say that we act like people who don't know each other and you know for yourself, how do those who don't know behave?"
Airin's confused. He scanned Julian's face full of smiles with eyes full of incomprehension, "I mean?"
"Yes this ...." Julian moved his outstretched right hand. Airin looked at the hand, "you know that those who don't know each other will introduce themselves. So, how about we introduce first," Julian added with a wider smile.
Airin turned her head indifferently, but she glanced back at her ex-husband's hand. Right now he felt confused between wanting to follow this strange game or not caring about it at all.
"Known, I Julian Pranata, from Menteng, Duda status and still single." Julian introduced himself with a wider smile.
Airin who heard that further threw away her gaze, but she was currently holding back a laugh, "Miss, don't you want to get to know each other?" ask Julian back.
Airin was still faithful to be silent and a moment after that, she sighed. The woman straightened her body, then looked towards Julian who still did not show any change in facial expression, "Julian well, I Airin Wirgantara, the original origin of Tanah Abang. Born there too."
Airin shook Julian's big hand. Julian smiled and somehow felt awward himself. Sweat on his forehead, "Status?' ask the man a little clumsy.
"Widow."
Julian widened his eyes, "You're a widow and I'm a widower. Is this not strange? I mean-"
"To hell only!" Airin cut in and she immediately threw a look outside, looking at the trees that seemed to represent Jakarta to say goodbye to him and all the remaining stories in the capital.
Julian smiled, "Want tea, Miss Wirgantara?"
"Just jump out, Mr Pranata!"
Julian chuckled and so did Airin. Two people who play the role of a stranger to each other share a laugh that is enough to make the bus passengers curious about the two of them.
#Connected
