I'll wait for your promise

Heart Wound 1

His phone rang when we were leaving the room. The girl who had just passed through the door immediately ran to find out who was contacting her.

“No you, Dif?” He looked at me, “Hallo, Assalamu’alaikum.” He immediately received the call and raised his voice.

I walked quickly to Disa.

“Wa’alaikumussalam, Mbak happened to be I was on the street deket Mbak house. Can we meet? But I'm sorry, I can't go to Ma'am's house because my car's tires are leaking. Now I'm in a roadside workshop.” It was clearly a male voice from across there.

He looked at me, asking for approval. I also nodded.

“Good, Mas in which workshop huh? Let's make it easy to find it.”

“Let me text Mbak, yes?”

“Ok. We otw there.”

We both rushed to the kitchen to meet Aunt Lilis and asked for permission to leave. The distance of the house to the highway is quite far by walking, but using a motorcycle taxi is not possible because the ojek base is also on the side of the highway. Arriving at the end of the alley, I asked the person around the address of the workshop we were looking for. Not far from us stood, just crossed the highway and walked to the right. We also arrived at a small workshop that was almost invisible writing because it was dull. To make sure, Disa called my number.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” The voice of a man.

“Wa’alaikumussalam. Mas, we're in front of the workshop. Where is ya?” Disa and I were looking for a man who was receiving a phone call.

“I'm inside, I'm out for a minute. Don't shut down ya.”

We stared at the workshop, waiting for someone to come out. Before long, a man in a black shirt with white stripes came out while waving his hand. He dropped his phone and the phone call stopped. We're getting close to each other.

“Mbak Disa, yes?” sapana.

“Iya, Mas. This is my twin brother, Difa. HP Owner Who I Found.” His face pointed at me with his head.

“Oh yes, this is HP Mbak.” The guy gave me my phone, “I Vino.”

I smiled, “Thank you Mas Vino. Already bothered to restore my HP.”

“Sama-sama, Ma'am. Sorry I was in a hurry to get to the hospital. The tires had also just finished patching so I wanted to go straight away. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumussalam... once again thank you yes, Mas Vino?”.

“Iya, Mbak.” He waved a farewell hand, walking quickly closer to the silver-colored car.

We'll be home soon too. This time walk more leisurely while enjoying the scenery around.

“Alhamdulillah, my HP is back.” Hold the phone tightly to the chest. A smile accompanied our journey.

While walking home, we are bernonstalgia remembering a childhood. On this road we went and went home from school with a bicycle. Exciting chatter and jokes made us not realize someone was being followed.

“ehem!” A voice surprised us.

“Since when you followed us.” My toot.

“Since you guys entered the gang.” The man smiled and joined in, walking in tandem.

Our conversation is now more exciting, Dayat tells the experience of his life during our separation a few years ago. We were proud to give her a smile. In the midst of laughter, I accidentally stumbled and swiftly the man next to me caught.

“You okay, Dif?” Ask, worry.

“Nothing. The preoccupation with talking so that it breezes its way. Thanks yes.” I smile.

Dayat replied with a small smile.

~*~

I sat in front of the television. Confused about what to do. Confused who to talk to. All the television shows to me are nothing interesting at the moment. My tears occasionally drip. Trying to hold back, but it's hard. This heart was pounding, like it wanted to break. I squeezed out an empty palm. This house feels empty and empty. I guess I'm just living alone. Want to run but where? I stared around the room. Everything seems unfriendly. They seem to be laughing at me. How many times have I wiped my tears until my shirt was partially wet.

“Let's go to the park. It doesn't rain.” Take Mas Fikri. He was ready and ready to go.

But I feel so lazy to go. I'm not excited tonight.

“Iya Dif, says Om the park is getting better. We'll take pictures there. Let's go.” He was very excited to go to the park.

“You guys.  I want to watch a movie, it's about to start.” Intentionally lying. I don't want them to know that I'm really upset.

“Tumbens. Usually you are the most excited when invited to go for a walk.” Ask Disa.

“Leg be lazy.” Pretending to watch television. Not long after they left, I went straight into the room. I could no longer hold back my crying. Tissues were strewn on the floor. I sat in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall. Holding his chest tight. This heart feels very painful. Like there was a sharp object scraping it hard. I'm totally alone. This large room feels very narrow. The mucus flows many times.

The sound of a car entering the garage. Om Gunawan and Aunt Lilis seem to have returned home from the scene. I dare not go out to meet them. Hurry up to clean the floor of the trash and get into bed. Covering the body with a blanket, pretending to sleep. The door to the room opened slowly. I can hardly hear them whispering. The door is back closed. I took a deep breath. A little relieved, they did not come closer.

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