I MISS A SIMPLICITY

part 30's

"Together,." cried Gita to the children as the car we were riding in walked out of the yard. After eating and talking for a while, Gita and I decided to go home. Actually still want to be old and play around with the kids. But they don't even learn later.

"Oh yes, why did you tell me now that you have so many children? Whose father?" I asked the gita.

"Who's the father, you think I'm a cattle cow with that many kids, huh!" nagelnya.

"Hahaha," I just laughed at her frustration.

"~hahaha~," he mimicked my laugh in contrition.

Then silence. The car got out of the alley and into the highway. Gita seems to be focused on her steering wheel. Probably because the streets are pretty crowded. Yes, I had to learn to drive a car. Let if at any time the road ama Gita or other friends can change bring his car. Gita must be tired. I'm not good actually.

"We're going home, right?" ask me to break the silence.

"Come home?" ask her back.

Yes, home, my mind. It's almost eight o'clock in the evening, I'm not wrong if you think after getting out of the house we'll both go straight home. Where else would you go?

"Yes go home, where are you going? Later Mr. Weily nyariin you know," I said.

"Hahaha, Ian-ian, where ever Papa nyariin me," he replied.

"Huh? Never been?" ask me again.

He will have two people who always follow me, ga nyariin Papa also know where I am, gitchu Ian sayaaang, iihhh emesss deeeh.so want nyubit, hihihi," he said while pinching my right cheek hard.

"Aduuuhh..aduuhh..aduuhh...saki!"

"Hahaha, abis gemes, you are so innocent," he said again amusedly. I put a jutek face.

"Yes-yes, I am still cute, so it's gemesin. Where are we going non? Mr. Weily know we're walking?"

"Maybe's. Ehmm...if you go home looking for malem ga?"

"depends."

"With?"

"If you used to be ngabari should not be yes."

"Yes have been informed first to Mba Endang, you are dating me, hihihi" he ordered with a funny smile.

"You sure said that? Uh, but I don't have a pulse anymore, hehee," I replied with a crisp smile.

"Hahaha, don't tell me that's dodol. Hiii. Nih, he said the business of pulse time just don't have it!" his taunts while thrusting his advanced smartphone at me.

"Say, again do the task or what the cake is the same I, must be Mba Endang ngijinin," he continued.

"Med!!" tease me.

"Try it first, just comment!" his reply.

"All right."

I then contacted Mba Endang. And as Gita said, Mba Endang allowed it. But why did I follow his orders? I originally wanted to go home. Be present. They were stolen again. Mending ga dapet permit earlier, so can go straight home. But, yes it is. Time and time again.

"Tul right, what I said, Mba Endang must give permission," he said bragging.

"You are familiar now!" reply me.

Gita smiles and then turns on the radio in her car. Then came the chants of pop songs today that became a favorite of young people.

"Dian!"

"Hmm...?"

"The children asked, it did not need to be taken seriously yes, his name was also a boy, hehehe," he said suddenly.

So, why?"

"It's nothing, it's just not good, it's not your duty, I'm not who you are."

"You're my best friend. Friends should protect each other."

"But it can't be forever. Someday you will meet the mooring of hearts again, or who knows can turn back the same Diah, aaminn, there is no way you can continue to be there for me," he replied. Whether I was wrong or not, but I saw there was a bit of sadness from the look on his face.

"Why not? Do we have to [court first in order to fulfill my promise to the children earlier? hahaha" reply me a little.

"Hahaha, all guys are the same, the instinct is to have girls. I'm serious, anyway if later you've got a replacement for Diah, but I really want there to be a miracle that unites you again, until then I want to stay close to you, after that I will keep my distance with you" he said with a smile.

"Ga needs to get to it, dear friend," I replied.

"You'll understand if you're a girl" he replied flatly.

"I'm glad I'm not a girl, I'm complicated" I said again.

THE PLAQUE!!

"What did you say?" she asked after a slap landed on my right cheek. Oh, that palm again. How is it getting softer, huh? I want to be slapped again. Haha. Failed to focus again.

"Endaaaac."

"Hihihi, how do I feel about slapping again?" ask without guilt.

"Medes!" I replied lying while stroking my own cheek pretending to be in pain.

"Here, slow down the pain. Shit!" taunted.

"It hurts to know, here's the change!" I said pretend to be angry.

"Now, dare?" his challenge came back while bringing his cheek closer. Then I don't know the courage from which I kissed her cheek.

A CUUP!!

"Iihhh…!! It...!! so flirty!!” she protested my behavior.

Hahaha," I laughed at her pouting manner but a moment later smiled.

We ended up laughing together. The car still continues to move down the streets of Jakarta which is still crowded. Then the tares are still visible at a time that's enough tonight. With their own business. I don't know what it is.

"Where are we going Git?" ask me.

"Some, just accompany me tonight," he replied with an amused smile.

Uh, what's this temenin? What don't-don't?

"Don't macem ah Git, just go home," take me. It'sit's nothing. I still look at Mr. Weily. Repot if Gita asks for a macem. I'm going to be delicious. Haha. Very pede.

"Hahaha, I've been thinking dirty for sure."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"Just take a walk, before I leave tomorrow."

"Where to?" ask me curious.

"Getty."

"Huh? Why?"

"Sir Yo next week, she asked to be reinstated."

"Owh," I said briefly. I don't know why I feel sad. Like there's a sense of loss. But I don't know why. But he's just temen. But but but but...

"Sad huh? Hihihi, it's not long, two weeks at most."

"No, it's ordinary."

"Baboong!!"

"Whatever."

"Haha."

The car is still running. I still don't know where I'm going. I also still don't understand this feeling. It's true that I'm saddened by Gita's departure. We're just friends. It's only been two weeks anyway. And, is it true that I am still expecting a miracle against Diah? Or did I let it go? I don't know.

The car is still running. The jakarta streets. We are both silent. Enjoying togetherness. Only the sound of music from the radio broke the silence.

***

My body feels so tired. Surprised me with Gita who is still energetic. He walked here and there wearing his high heels. Seriously, my legs are sealing up right now. It seems true people say. Women will be very strong when shopping. I'm just as tired as a guy first. Ga strong. Or am I the one that sucks? Haha. Might as well.

My tiredness is compounded by the shopping seabrek that I tent on my left and right hands. Tonight I was asked to accompany. Accompany the fuck if rich gini. So this porter mah. Again I got a hit on Gita.

"Gitaaa, euphoria dong, tired nih," I complained but still continued to follow him from behind. He's good just carrying his little tote bag. Me? Three paper bags on the left, and three paper bags on the right. All of them contained thick clothes to prepare for Ausy.

"Hihihi, you're so messianic" he said without feeling guilty. If not a girl maybe I've been sliding her from behind. A moment later he looked towards me. Our views clashed with each other. I put a face straight. Succeeds. It seems he was moved to stop his shopping event.

Not long after, we left the shopping center. The destination is a cafe that is very famous for its coffee. He said it was delicious. But I've never felt it. So curious. I went straight to the empty table in the corner. The message is of course Gita. I chose the coffee I wanted. Actually, I chose it because I didn't know which one was good. Hehe. Yeah, hopefully no stomach pain.

About five minutes later the Gita arrived gracefully carrying two cups of coffee of our order. All I see now is, the shadow of a future wife who brought me a warm cup of coffee for me. How wonderful a moment like that is. Haha. Failed to focus again. But naturally, I don't think there will be a guy who can focus if you see how graceful Gita is when walking.

"Ian," called Gita after she put the coffee on the table along with the snacks she bought.

"Hhmmm.." reply me while looking at my old-school HP screen.

"Iihhh, look here!" spoiled order.

What the hell?" ask me. I then looked into his face. Again he put on his powerful expression. Seriously, very nervous.

"Later in the dalem you can not bring this much stuff," he said. I smell bad.

"Trus?" ask me to act like I don't understand.

"Eh, it was drunk first coffee, mas, hihihi" he chanted in the style of the centile. Although I know he's just kidding, but it feels really good. Not GR Ian, my inner.

"That's why the stuff? Want to be thrown away?" I asked her to distract her so I wouldn't look nervous. Me nervous? Yeah, nervous. Just because he called me. He was a year younger than me. So reasonable dong. So not GR.

"How's crus?" ask me again.

"Ehmm.you don't want a rich beautiful girl I'm tired just to put groceries into the car," he said spoiled and long-winded. It's true. I'm tired of Git, I complained. But only the heart. My mouth can't afford to break.

"Hhmmm..here-here! I'm the one who put it down," asked me a little annoyed. I was a bit lazy to stand up. Gita looks like she's smiling.

"It's the key, can't it? hihihi" asked.

"Canaa," I reply. If I just unlock the car, I can.

Smile dong.hehehe," he said.

"Heee," senyun forced me to.

"Don't be surprised if your car is random" I joked. But stick with the face of the jutek.

"Don't be a car, I'd be willing if you mess up, hihihi," she said. Damn, even I'm the one in the womb. I don't want to smile amusedly.

"Basan ugly," my scolding as I passed left him. He still laughed triumphantly.

Nothing special happened when I put Gita's groceries in her car, except that I was almost out of the parking lot. Good to see you, after wondering before. When I came back, Gita seemed to be talking on the phone. But she turned off the phone as soon as she realized I was back. Who yeah? Rouse suspiction. Uh but, what's the deal with me? How am I curious?

"Lastly long?" ask without guilt.

"The sentence you should have said to the person who just helped you should be Geez, thank you for helping me or something like that," I replied in a relaxed tone. Then he smiled.

"Hahaha, it's funny you, yes yuk entered, already opened the door," asked Gita to show that the theater door had been opened. Fortunately not long ago. I hope it's not too late to think.

"But my coffee?" ask me who has not had time to taste our coffee order earlier. Failing to get expensive coffee.

"Ga can bring food in, ntar in the court buy another drink."

"But Git, that's a name, "my protest. It's nothing, but it's a pity that it's coffee if it's not drunk. You don't have to buy that.

"Well, what does abis want? If you drink first and we miss the movie, Mubadzir too right?" his reply. Gita's not her name if she has no reason.

I finally followed him. More precisely following the pull of his hand because he slightly dragged my arm. With a somewhat irritated face of course. I like the food that is wasted. There are still a lot of people out there who are still short of food. My idealist soul is in revolt.

After handing over two tickets, and the guards ripped them off, Gita and I went straight into the theater room. Owh, so it's like this inside anyway. Honestly, I've only been watching in the cinema for a long time. But I'm in front of Gita. I why yeah? Like keeping that image. Not really me.

The sitting position that was chosen by Gita turned out to be the back. The last three lines in the middle. Deck the stairs that become access. Gita came in first and I followed her. Gita immediately threw her sexy butt in this soft seat. It feels so comfortable. Hehe. Very random, I. But I'm still quiet. Relaxed. Stay cool's. A fridge? Haha.

"You're the message to drink again, but there's something to drink," he bargained.

"No, thank you" I said briefly. Still in my calm style.

"Cieee, what's wrong? hihihi,"

"No, don't be noisy, you've started the movie" I replied.

"Hehe, yes-yes."

Shortly after, the film began. Now silent. No one speaks except in whispers. I was too. Over time began to drift in the plot and plot strung together in a scene by the director. Gita also seemed to enjoy the movie. There was no more conversation between us. But sometimes I steal a look at him. His sitting position is slightly docked and tilted towards me. His feet crossed gracefully. His left arm was stuck to my right arm. Subtly. Very smooth. And tender. I really want to hold his palm. But, my courage is not as high as my will.

We were silent for a long time. Both enjoy the presentation of the film that was shot to the big screen. If in the village, the rich gini his name is highlight. Usually the screen is of cloth on display with two bamboo poles. And usually there is also only when there are citizens who hold a celebration. And for sure, free viewing. Gita's getting her seat tightened. Is this a code? Lmpossible. I still silenced him. My guts are too small to respond. But how, rich there is a ngusel-usel on my upper arm huh?

"Ian," he whispered.

"Eh, yes Git, w-why?" I was nervous because I felt her breathing near my neck. Our heads are only a few inches away. If I turn my head even more, maybe our lips will clash with each other.

"I pinch you on the shoulder, yes" he asked softly, softly.

"Eh, uhmm i-iya Git, may," I replied resignedly. Quitting? The effect is that I was used. Haha.

He looked happy and smiled sweetly. As it turned out, in addition to leaning her head on my right shoulder, Gita also grabbed my right arm and in her embrace.

GLEGS

Something chewy stuck tightly to my arm. At once my arm became stiff. Like numbness. I'm afraid that until there's a little movement I think I'll take a chance. Duh gusti, how heavy your ordeal is tonight.

Gita still hugged my arm. His right hand held my upper arm. While the fingers of his left hand adorn the fingers of my right hand. Our palms squeezed each other. The warm taste he gave increasingly penetrated into the soup. The recently lost warmth has now returned. But, this warmth will leave tomorrow. It's only been two weeks, but somehow I feel lost. Is this sudden presence of the Gita the destiny that God has outlined? As a replacement for Diah? I don't know.

This feeling? Very inconvenient. Half my heart disappeared as if it was coming back again. Sorry I'm Di. I really don't want any of this, but this feeling, I can't deny it. I feel very comfortable now. My smile with you Di. Should I deny it? Or followed?

Exciting the movie?" he asked as we walked out of the theater.

"L-yes," I answered still nervously.

I don't know what she's thinking, but she's smiling to herself. Like nothing happened before in there. Maybe I'm the one who's too smart to get his chest. Maybe.The mall atmosphere is very quiet. Pantes, it's twelve o'clock past. This is the first time I've played this late in Jakarta. After first going to the toilet, we both walked straight to the parking lot. The atmosphere in the parking lot is even quieter. There are only a few cars parked. So silent. The sound of Gita's footsteps sounded very clear.

"Dan, you anterin me go home first yes," he pinta. We both got to his car.

"Canterine?" ask me confused.

"Looks you come with me to the front of my house complex, you will take a taxi from there," he explained.

"Eh, uhmm." I said confusedly.

"Or, you're the one I brought home first, hehe," he bargained cut my words.

"Haha, really, girl time?" ask me back.

"Why don't I kidnap you, hehehe" she replied with a crisp laugh. We're both in the car and we're moving out of the parking lot.

"So how dare you take your own taxi?" ask again before I can answer.

"Haha, dare. It's good," I reply. He just smiled.

The car has gone into the highway. Parting the streets of Jakarta that has begun to be empty. It didn't take long for this car to reach the elite complex where Gita lived.

"Thank you Ian, for today. I'm very happy, hehehe" he said as the car pulled up in front of the large gate of his housing.

"Here pay a million for his nemenin services" I joked. He looks smiling.

"You have started to joke, hehe, as usual, bill just send to Papa," he replied lightly.

Then silence. I don't know why I didn't go out. He didn't throw me out either. I don't feel like I'm getting out of this car. Maybe she felt the same? But this is too fast

"I have an online taxi?" bargained for. The sentence feels stiff.

"Yes, you can too," I replied. Just as stiff.

Then silence again.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes.

"Ian."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I hope after this we stay as familiar as before. Before I leave tomorrow, I apologize once again for everything I've done to you."

"Git's been quiet before."

"You are good, Papa's pantes are always.eh ga so deng, hehehe."

"What? What did Mr. Weily say?"

"No," he answered intentionally to make me curious.

"What?"

"Because AA, week."

"Dangerous!"

"Stupid!"

He seems so happy that he makes me curious. It's free that I forced him. He's definitely not gonna tell. The silence again.

"Ian."

"Hmmm..."

"Surely gemes, haha."

"It's a habit."

"Haha, Ian's ugly," he laughed.

"You too!" give me back

"Haha, Ian, one more," he continued.

"What?"

"I always pray for you with Diah, may God make you a fool,"

"Aamiin, thanks Git," I said. I don't know why I used to hear it. The atmosphere is back stiff.

"What do you want?"

"What, the origin of ngrepotin."

"Okay deh, uh kanya had come tuh taxi," he said when a private car stopped right in front of Gita's car. Ah drat. I don't want to go home yet. I still want to talk to Gita. But, I have to get out. With a heavy heart I clamour with her.

"Yes, yes, I'm back. Careful tomorrow. Pray for a smooth journey. And, don't miss me huh, hahaha," I joked.

"Yes, thank you. You miss it" she replied with a smile.

"Ntar I followed if misses," I replied accordingly. I got out of his car.

"I'll wait for that" he replied. The car is running. I wave my hand. Gita replied with a tongue stick. I smile. Staring at Gita's departure until the car really entered the complex.

Gita, I don't understand the feeling I've felt for one day, everything feels so fast. But whatever it is, please come back quickly. Say me in my heart.