I'm Tired, Love Me

Miss Mama

“Why rush non?” Tanya mbak Sari, shortly after we entered the car that I ordered through an online application.

“Mas Arlo mbak, he samperin me when washing hands earlier, I was afraid mbak Lila tau and accused me mbak.” My eyes started to glaze over.

“Sorry non, what non like the same den Arlo?”

“There is no woman who does not melt if he is noticed, so do I. But I am very aware of my position, when I always accept what Arlo gives, then it is not impossible for me to turn into wanting to have it. All must be stopped mbak, before there are victims who have to bear the feeling like I used to.” I shed tears, “ I do love him mbak, but I think my love is more to I consider him my brother mbak. If I let her stay close to me, then she'll get more and more uncontrollably wanting me.” While wiping my tears.

“Iya non right, if the more fertilized it will be the stronger it feels.” Sari's mother looked at me.

“I want to stay away from it for a while mbak time, stay away so that we are all fine.” I leaned my body against the sofa of the car and looked out the window.

Lying feels if there is a woman who is not tired with attention, what else when the lowest condition in her life, namely loss. But when that state is present, it is not only the feeling that is advancing, but logic must also move forward. Happiness does not have to be taken from the property of others, but get it in a good way.

When I got home, I went to my room, took a shower and changed my clothes. Then check back all the files that I will bring to Jakarta tomorrow morning. According to the email I received, my plane tomorrow morning at 08:00, then at 06:00 I should be ready to leave for the airport. After all the required files were complete, I put them in the foulder map, then I put them in my backpack, along with a little bit of clothes I was carrying.

“Mbak Sari, this is the bike we bought earlier, and this is the motor purchase note. Tomorrow morning I leave in the morning at six o'clock, mbak tomorrow be careful at home yes, the day after tomorrow I have gone home kok mbak.” I held out a motorbike and bicycle purchase note on Mbak Sari.

“Any non, want breakfast what tomorrow morning non?” While receiving the note and putting it on the TV table.

“Bread contents aja mbak, bread freshly packed lettuce same egg so that, do not forget to tie a little chili sauce yes mbak.” I walked to the fridge and opened the frezer section, picked up the ice cream there.

I sat on the dining table chair and ate my ice cream that Steve gave me.

“Mr Steve tumben not here non?” Tanya mbak Sari walked towards the sofa in the TV room.

“I forbid it mbak.” I put ice cream in my mouth. “Either why these men easily glance at other women.” This ice cream is too delicious if it must be wasted.

“Nalurinya non, but men if already love dah bucin really non.” Sari's mom turned on the TV.

“Then the mbak? I've never known the guy who models so mbak.”

“Let's later that model, don't be surprised yes non.” Sari smiled at me.

“Ih mbak Sari sok tau deh.” I laughed at Sari.

I didn't finish my ice cream, and put it back in the frezer.

“Mbak not sleeping?” I approached Mbak Sari, and sat down next to her.

“Not yet non, still exciting see this action movie.” Mbak Sari was staring at the TV screen.

“Mbak, numpang put his head in the lap mbak Sari can? I miss mama mbak.” I really miss my mom.

“Mbak Sari tau, before knowing Bagas, I often sleep in the lap of mama, sometimes eating is still bribed mama.” I looked far into the time I still did not know Bagas, when I was still a spoiled child beloved papa and mama.

“Parents will always protect non, sometimes we are wrong even parents still defend us.”

“Bener mbak, sometimes children are wrong even parents still defend their children.” Sari's mother gently stroked my hair.

I began to feel sleepy, mbak Sari still exciting staring at the TV screen with hands that still stroke my hair, until finally I fell asleep on the sofa, with the head on the lap mbak Sari.

At 23:00 when the movie Sari watched was over, Sari woke me up.

“Non, non, let's move rooms non.”

“Ehmm yes mbak, sorry I overslept mbak” I sit my body.

“No pa pa non, let's rest in non room. Tomorrow morning I wake up at five o'clock yes non.”

“Heem mbak”aku walked into the room with a very whacky drowsiness.

I picked up the cell phone Steve just sent me this afternoon, set off the alarm so that tomorrow morning was not too late to wake up. I felt a little lost when Steve no longer called me, usually he would call me often, but this is not what I wanted, so Steve avoids me.

I opened my messaging app, wrote the status there “Sometimes something heavy is only felt at the beginning, but if everything is used, then the heavy ones will feel normal. Like forgetting something, it may indeed feel heavy at the beginning, but will get used to finally”

I saw Steve's contact, he was online but I don't know who he's online with, it's none of my business. I re-open the status list that just updated, there is the name of Steve who just wrote the status.

“You Will Be Mine, ich liebe dich”

‘ah sweet really, maybe it's status for his wife’ I said in my heart.

Not long after, Steve re-uploaded Status but this time the same photo with the background that some time ago I saw on his phone, the photo I was looking back, the photo I was looking back, there's a caption on that photo ‘ich werde immer kampfen, um dich zu holen, nicht abzuwenden, wenn es kommt.’* I don't understand that language, I don't understand that, if it was only the word I Love You I would easily understand in some languages, but if it was about words, then I would raise my hands and feet hahaha.

I put the phone on the nightstand, put my body back on this soft, soft mattress. I pulled out the blanket then turned off the main light and replaced it with a small lamp on top of the nightstand. Closing my eyes again, wishing tomorrow was better than today, and everything was going well tomorrow.

Seriate..

*(i will always fight to get you, don't reject me when it comes.)

...The author drowsiness, lemes too. May for the coffee dong hehehe, or for the vote let the spirit....

...For sure like the same comment awaited yes dear-sayangkuh....