I'm Tired, Love Me

Evades

“Tell me what are your plans ahead?” With my left hand on my shoulder, and the right hand caressing my cheek, it made me a little awkward.

“I've sent applications to several companies, just wait for aja” call I stand and pretend to be kitchen to drink

“You drink mas?” I asked and answered with a head and a smile

“Back of office?” Open the refrigerator and bring out water

“Gak ah, want to be here aj” replied while holding a TV remote and looking for an interesting show for him “why? I can't be here?” He looked at me who was still standing in the kitchen

“Hemp hahahaha may this be your apartment mas, I will just ride here” by pretending to laugh I answered him

I pulled the cake from the fridge. It takes time for me to be far enough away from him. Cut the cake lazily, put it in a small dish, put the remaining pieces of cake back in the fridge, and take a spoon, eat in the kitchen very slowly, standing up.

I really want to kick this guy out if I don't remember him helping me too much and I'm living in his place right now.

I busied myself, took a snack in the closet pretending to eat it, actually I was very full and lazy to eat even though it was just a snack.

I saw Arlo slipping his legs on the long sofa and laying down his back.

‘Sabar Rhey, wait a little while he will sleep, hold your feet to stand’ I said in my heart. And it's true that about 10 minutes have passed has begun to sound soft snoring sleep. I walked slowly to pick up my old laptop, walking on tiptoes like an ABG who wanted to escape to berdugem or an ABG who came home late and was afraid of being caught by his parents.

I went into my room to change my clothes and put my laptop in my backpack. I wear my jeans with my shirt and hoodie. I waited for Sari to come back worried, I was afraid that Arlo would wake up from his sleep.

“Alhamdulillah” I gave thanks when I heard the sound of the apartment door being opened. I slowly opened the door of my room, saw the new Mbak Sari come in and saw me, I was about to make a sound but I hurriedly put my index finger on my lips hinting Mbak Sari to be silent and quickly answered a nod by mbak Sari. I picked up my phone hinting back at Mbak Sari to look at her phone because I had already sent her a message.

“Mbak I go out, later if Mas Arlo is awake and askin me, just say I go find inspiration to draw. If he has come home please immediately watch the news yes mbak, so that I can quickly go home” the contents of my message read by mbak Sari and give her thumbs up sign agree.

I walked slowly with my flip-flops, towards the door that had been opened by mbak Sari. After getting out of the apartment I ran straight to the elevator and pressed the down button.

I'm heading towards the parking lot in the basement. While walking I saw Mr. Aman coming out of the basement toilet with a cigarette attached to his lips, reflexively I turned my back and turned to Mr. Aman. I put a hoodie in my head and took the phone out of my jeans pocket, walked down so that Mr. Aman didn't know I was leaving, if he knew for sure he would follow me.

After entering my car, I put my backpack on the seat next to my seat and put my phone on the dashboard, turned the keys and started to stand, running my car slowly away from the parking lot. Good thing the path to get out did not pass where Mr. Aman stood while smoking his cigarette.

At 3pm, I drove my car to a city park with a river and artificial waterfalls, there were benches near the artificial waterfall, I picked a bench under the shade tree that was still empty of visitors, put my backpack next to me.

I inhaled deeply the scent of water that was soothing to me, plus the chirping of birds on the tree made my heart and mind feel calmer.

After 15 minutes with me just leaning my back on the bench, closed my eyes and felt the oxygen that made my lungs breathe.

I took my laptop back looking for inspiration there. I began to take out my drawing paper, scratching my pencil on it, letting my dancing pencil and fingers make rough sketches as I thought.

It didn't feel like I was sitting there for more than an hour, and there were a lot of visitors coming. There are parents with their children, there are young people with their groups, or some couples who are combining love, or, I'm the only one here alone like a piggy goat I think and I smile to myself for thinking of me as a pigeon.

I stuffed my laptop with my drawing paper and my pencil into my backpack, leaving the park.

Drrreettt Dreeetttt

Shaking my silent phone in my pocket indicates an incoming call,

Mas Arlo Calling's….

I ignored it and put my phone back in my pants pocket. 3 missed calls I didn't care.

Entering my car and putting my bag back in the seat next to my chair.

Centinggg (incoming message)

Mas Arlo's

Where are you, honey? Why didn't you go tell me? I'm waiting for you to get home.

I just kept ignoring it, running my car somewhere that definitely didn't go back to that apartment before Arlo left.

I passed a cafe that is not too crowded visitors, from the outside looks comfortable with the park on the left right and behind the cafe building. After passing through it I finally decided to turn my car back and enter the parking lot where there were only two cars parked and about five motorcycles lined up neatly next to the cafe building. I parked my car at the innermost end covered by two cars that were already parked there.

Turn off the car engine, grab my backpack and cell phone, then get out of the car and walk towards the cafe entrance.

Choose a drink from some of the menus listed on the wall,

“Mas I want his caramel machiato one, ice cream chocolate one, the same tuna sandwich one ya” my message on the mas-mas who are guarding behind the cashier's desk

“Good brother, there are more additions kak?” Ask me it is friendly

“It was aja mas” I replied back to his smile

“Both my brother repeat the order yes, one caramel machiato, one chocolate ice cream, one tuna mayo sandwich yes kak, order on behalf of whose sister?”

“Rheyna mas”

“Good brother, the total of all of them is one hundred and twenty thousand kak” mas it mentions the total that I have to pay

“This is mas” I handed you a piece of money a hundred thousand and a sheet of money fifty thousand which was directly received by the cashier

“This is his return brother and his order number, thank you” mas it gives change and order number and I replied with just a smile.

I chose to sit at the end table near the window and face the street, with my side view being the garden.

Seriate…..