I'm Not an Actor

Maybe he's already very upset...

The days of working in this new place are fun. Besides other friends, I also have a new friend. Yoga.

Yoga can always make me laugh. He kind of brought back my silly soul that I lost after I got married.

I married a stiff man. Not long ago, the marriage was hit with various problems.

Starting from his ex-husband who always terrorized, the fire workshop where my husband's business somehow continued his case, until my son who was convicted of suffering from severe pain.

And ended up farewell when I was pregnant with my first child. And finally I chose to be a single parent even though my status is still unclear until now.

Plus the presence of an ex-girlfriend who initially gave me hope, but still led to anger from the wife who was being sued for divorce.

Although until now I still have to keep in touch with my ex-boyfriend who became my bigbos and ask me to be his wife later if the business with his wife is finished.

The presence of Yoga can give different colors in my life. Even though I still consider him a friend.

I also tried to hide my relationship with Bigbos from my best friend. So that our friendly relationship can be cool.

Today Yoga takes me for a walk after work. I've told both my parents that I'll take care of my son while I stay.

Also say goodbye to my brother let him not bring. And luckily today my bigbos again had some business a few days out of town.

I don't know what it is, I don't want to know either. And he didn't offer me to come. Just saying goodbye via phone.

"Where, Ga?" ask me after I get home from work and change clothes. Because it's not good if the road wears work clothes.

Not only the model is too formal but also has the smell of sweat because all day used.

"To yuk beach. Let's see the sunset. Later you can take pictures there" said Yoga.

"What's enough time. It's a long way, isn't it?"

"The food" said Yoga who had worn his jacket.

"This is where I'm ready."

I followed Yoga which came out first. Then hang on the bike.

"Now, put on the helmet."

Yoga handed me the helmet. Apparently he had a spare helmet ready.

"You got helmet two, Ga?" my many.

"hey are. Is it an umbrella, can one wear both?"

Yoga can always make me laugh.

"Wish to bring two helmets from home?" I received a helmet from Yoga.

"Who said bring it from home? I'm in the market parking lot!" Yoga laughs.

He could have answered. I kissed her helmet before putting it on my head.

"Woy, my cheeks are here!" yokoh Yoga patted his own cheek.

I scrunched my forehead. Ngakak yoga.

"If you want to nyium, mending nyium my cheeks. Why are helmets smelled? I can't bales nyium!"

Plaque.

I hit Yoga on the shoulder. Fucking dodol!

"Udah ah, becanda mulu. When's the way."

I went straight up to his piggy bank. Yoga is not a path.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for?" my many.

"Handle, Non. I'll speed it up so fast". Answer Yoga.

I pinched his stomach hard. Let kapok.

Yoga complained while continuing to laugh and advance the motor.

True too, Yoga propelled his motor at high speed. Makes me want to not hold on to the waist of Yoga.

Ciiits.

Yoga braked suddenly, because suddenly there was another motor to crucify him and tau-tau was in front of him.

"Woy! About dong if nyalib!" yelled Yoga with annoyance at the rider earlier who had even further away.

Because of the sudden braking effect my body leaned forward. And my chest landed smoothly on Yoga's back.

"Udah, Ga. What's so angry about?" I said while rewinding my sitting position.

"Lha she's from nyalib. Good thing you. If not..." Yoga did not continue.

"If not, what is Ga?" manya curious.

"If not, I've been chasing people" replied Yoga while pushing the bike a bit slowly. Because there's a red light up ahead.

"What do you want if you're stuck?" ask again.

"Mintain money!" answer Yoga.

"Yes, I'm the head. Not as polite as older ones" Yoga added.

"Are you sure he's younger? What if it turns out to be aki-aki?" tanyaku.

"I worship, I'm sorry. Haha."

Exciting journey with Yoga. Full of laughter, until not felt at the beach.

"Fifth hour. Hurry up, you got the bike, didn't you?" I said when I got to the parking lot, then took off my helmet.

"I'm Rossi's protege" said Yoga without looking at me.

"Rossi chocolate what's cheese?" my many.

"That's bread, Mom!" sahut Yoga then took me to walk towards the beach.

Deserted beach. Just a few visitors. Understand, it's a work day.

"If you want rame, on the market." I pinched her stomach again.

"Ish, nyubit mulu. Kiss the cake." Yoga chuckles to itself with the answer.

We walked along the beach. The wind was blowing hard, making my hair fall apart.

Yoga put his hat on my head.

"Well. Let's not be busy with fine hair" said Yoga.

Just know him.

Yoga often wears a hat. And I think it's more handsome. And much younger, even though he is not old.

"I'm a photo?"

Without waiting for my approval, Yoga took her phone. And...

Czechoslovak.

Czechoslovak.

Yoga took a picture of me walking. And many more of my other photos.

Until the sun was about to set, I asked him to take my picture.

And Yoga asked me to take a selfie. He's standing behind me.

At first the position was a little far away, getting closer and without me knowing it, Yoga hugged my waist.

Czechoslovak.

Czechoslovak.

Until the sun completely disappears. Then we walked towards a club not far from the beach.

"Try looking at the photos. Good no?"

"Goodoo. Who used to be the moto?" sahut Yoga's.

I saw the results of the Yoga shots. Really nice.

"Pinter, too, are you the motto? I look beautiful."

"I am not the pinter, but the object is beautiful" said Yoga.

"Start the fight. But unfortunately I have no abuse" I said as I held my hand.

The wind is getting stronger. The sound of the waves also grew louder.

"Cold?" ask Yoga. I'm nodding.

"You want to wear my jacket?"

"Udah washed up?" bekanda tanyaku.

"Udah. A month ago."

Yoga took off his jacket.

"Scook!" sahutku.

"Scented. Huh!" Yoga brought the jacket to my nose.

Typical male fragrance.

Yoga put a jacket on my body.

Out of nowhere, my heart suddenly shook as Yoga's face was close to mine.

I turned my face away. I could not see Yoga staring at me.

"Guid."

"Yes." Yeah."

"May I speak honestly to you?"

"What from yesterday, you weren't honest?" my many.

"I'm serious, Wid."

I'm silent. Yoga is silent.

"I love you, Wid."

Glug.

I'm getting quieter.

"Ga."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Go home yuk" take me.

"You mad?"

"Why should I be angry?"

Silent yoga. I'm quiet too. I can't answer anything.

Yoga took my hand.

"Give me time, Ga" I said.

Yoga nodded, then took my hand to go home.

I could feel Yoga holding my hand tightly.

I need time, Ga. My whisper in my heart.