Hope? : Between Dreams and Reality

Rehan

Seen elsewhere a house with a fence lined with a texture that looks like a glass, with a floor of marble that is so shiny. The walls also look so beautiful, with accents to the east-east. What an amazing home.

Inside was a woman, not too old but not too young. He looks agitated. Many times he looked at the screen of his phone, calling the same number. But the number that was given did not lift it. He seems increasingly agitated. He also sat on a sofa chair, a sofa chair of sheepskin that was so soft. He called the other number and heard a ringing sound. A few hours later the phone was connected.

“Nak Zero, Rehan is there no?” ask her a little worried.

“Emm.. no coke, Mom,” Zero replied. The voice was not clear. And the phone suddenly disconnected.

……….

He sat there, along with Rina in a meatball stall. Since last night at Zero's house he hasn't come home until now the clock shows at 10. He was still fixated with his spoon and fork on a large table, on the table there were 2 bowls of meatballs, sauces, soy sauce, vinegar and a cellphone owned by Rehan. A pretty good phone latest output branded apple.

He turned on his phone with the view still facing the girl in front of him. Suddenly, the phone shook. Thousands of incoming messages and unanswered calls were unrelenting as if the music of a piano on stage. Beautiful though irregular. Rehan did not care. He was still staring at the girl in front of him.

The phone is back vibrating, a vibration that is quite long with a ringtone. Rehan held his phone, then looked at the phone.

“MAMA”

It turned out that the phone was from his mother, he looked at her without lifting her up. He kept quiet for a while.

“Yang, who's calling, maybe it's important just pick up?” ask Rina curiously.

“Ngak…. It's a regular sales bargain watch. I told you I didn't want to but he kept making it. I don't need.”

“Ouh, that's it. Yaudah justin aja, let her tired herself,” said Rina rather smiling.

“iya”

The number repeatedly contacted him. But he no longer cares. He is actually busy with his own activities, along with Rina the girl of his heart. They praise each other, give each other small treats, up to big mouthfuls. To make people who stare will be envious made.

“Yang, we've been dating for a long time.” Lina started the conversation after a few spoiled mouthfuls.

“Ya, on...”.

“Ya keep when do you want to marry me?”

Instantly the atmosphere became dark. Romantic tones previously created by the vibration of the heart of two people who are drunk with love are now a tone of anxiety and despair from people who are like really drunk. Rehan could not speak, he hardly ever thought of the answer to the question. All he knows is, they both just graduated from school, and they're dating. That'sthat's all. He does not seem to understand about the continuation of the relationship. But he had no good reason not to answer, he finally said,

“Yes, I'll marry you. Calm down.”

But just like the expression of a man who is caught by circumstances. All of this is unlikely to happen anytime soon, and it may not even happen at all.

“Bener tablets yes?”

“Iya.”

“If you lie, better our relationship is enough until here aja,” said Rina threatening.

“How is that?"

Rehan really didn't think about it. During this time his relationship with Rina was only limited to dating, he had not thought about entering the next phase at all. But what can be done, all of that is already done. And he gave a hope to women.

Moreover, Rehan is a man where all his words mean a promise that must be kept, unless he wants to be transgender or sissy, maybe he can cancel his talk. But if he did, he would definitely lose Rina forever

………..

At 10pm he had not returned to his house, his mother was really anxious because of his behavior. After taking Lina to his house he did not go straight home. Though his mother was really worried about him, from morning to night his appetite was almost non-existent, the plate of rice and fried chicken side dishes were completely untouched. He had been sitting on the sheep-furred couch since then holding his phone expecting Rehan to call him.

Suddenly, someone opened the door. Ah that's Rehan, no-no one looks older. The mustache that stretched from east to west was unable to make this woman smile. He still looks moody.

“Rehan hasn't come home, Pa.”

“From yesterday?”

“Iya”

But the expression on the man's face seemed ordinary. He was not angry nor happy. Really a flat guy.

“How to, Pa. If something happens to him how?” said the woman who looked more anxious.

“Already. The child is an adult, don't overdo it like that.”

But for a mother, a child is still a small child even though he has a beard or mustache, even until the child has 2 children who are always carried on his shoulders. A child is a child for his mother.

“Have not worried like that. When he needs money he will definitely come back.” The man went to his room and left the woman.

It's true what that guy said. After a while Rehan came home completely drunk. That day he did not drink alcohol.

“Why just got home, Han. Mama is worried about you.”

“Have not gone overboard, I want to rest,” Rehan said briefly. Rehan immediately entered his room. He looked like a drunk man even though he was not actually drunk. After entering the room, he took out his empty wallet with no pennies in his right pocket. He took a photo, a photo of a woman, a photo of Rina. He looked at the photo, stroked it, then kissed it with his slightly blackened lips.

“Ouh Rina, I love you so much. If you want a big proof of my love by splitting my chest. I'll give it to Rina. I'll let you split it even if it kills me. But. But you asked for proof that it was so hard for Rina, I love you. But for now, I can't marry you because you know I'm just unemployed. And I realize in a husband and wife relationship, love will not be able to fulfill everything.”

He looked back at her, hugging the photo tightly. He really is like a drunk. Then he looked at a mirror. He looked at his face in the mirror from top to bottom.

While holding the photo, and facing it towards the mirror, he said, “Look at Rina, I was so messy. I'm like a drunk…. Because for the first time I can't use my wits. Because now my heart has grieved and my mind is now visiting him trying to wipe away all his sadness.”

“Rina oh Rina, if all the contents of this world were mine, I would give it to you. But sorry once again Rina, this world is not mine.”

Rehan's pain is truly unstoppable. He was really fucked up over that woman. Hope is almost over. His whole world had collapsed, and his 17-year-old parents had brought him up with sweat, blood and tears. But in an instant in the hands of the woman, the woman he had only known a few years ago, everything seemed meaningless again. Everything is like a midpoint in a donut cake, empty. That is his heart and that is his soul. Love is a deadly virus.

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