INTROVERT LOVE'S
Episode 12's
Dejavu
The results of reminiscing about the school days last night, photo albums scattered, books that are usually neatly arranged on the shelf so messy, that's one of the dangers of longing that is not facilitated sometimes we are not aware of having been enslaved by emotions.
Usually up to ten o'clock in the evening the message of the baruberhent vibrating, the good-bye became the favorite cover, until the next day I woke up in full spirit. Amazingly, as much
no matter what we talked about there was not a single word of love tucked away, even though while waiting for a reply from him my eyes were sometimes reluctant to blink.
The night is now different, the mailbox is not less like the city center at midnight, suspended. Now the incoming messages are usually only from the pulse agent or from Sai the Cassanova who wants to tell stories or boast if again he has managed to conquer women.
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The lecture hours are over, to vent all the longs to leave the motorcycle to the reading park. After leaving my bag straight to the closet of the novel, I was surprised when I saw Ajeng trying to reach a book located on the top shelf.
“This one?”
“Eh, Hanan, coincidence, tolongiiin.” He's flattering, no
tiptoes again.
“Seriously you read this? Translation?” my many.
“Yes, I like to read the ginian. Why emang?”
“Engga is there, that's a good read.”
“Present first, you're stalking ya?” He probed.
“Nak aja, who nguntit, I am diligent to
here, maybe you're the one who followed me?” manya suspect.
“Kalo yes, why?”
“He!”
Ajeng chuckled, I took her to sit in the chair that Ara and I used to spend time in.
“You really come here often?”
“He em, almost every weekend.”
“Whose name? By yourself?”
“Sama someone.”
“Oh, pacaar?”ask Ajeng.
“Ha? Mmm less know.”
“Sure she's beautiful.”
“He, em.”
“Beauty where is the same me?” Ajeng puffed both of his cheeks, posing as blankets as possible.
Damnit damnit! He's trying to break down the defenses!
“Beauty him laaah.”
“Totally? Yaaaah.” Instantly Ajeng moody.
“But you are beautiful.”
“Ha time?” His cheeks were suddenly red.
“Batiiiii she-ku the most cantiiiiiiiik.”
“Huu annoyed!” Ajeng brandished his fist.
For what sake, can I be comfortable and at ease talking to him? Is he a magician? How can we be so familiar?
“So you really have a girlfriend?” tanya Ajeng was curious.
“Iyaaa,” I replied unsure, his countenance changed,
“Lecture where?”
“He wants to lecture.”
“Oh, it's working, huh?”
“Engga too, why are you wondering? Deetective?”
“He he, want to know aja.”
“If you? Campus people too?” askaku.
“Who? Girlfriend?”
“He em.”
“He's not clear, but why, huh? I'm stupid still
stay to.”
“Emang so, based on my research anyway,
sepinter-pinternya women in academia still feeling stupid,”pungkasku.
“Heee! So you think I'm stupid, huh?”
“Iya, stupid feeling.”
“Why is that? Ha?!”
“You still want to be with him who is not clear, right?”
“ Yes, also yaa.” He pretended to be confused.
“Ha
haha. We compact laugh.
“Thank you, yes. You've helped me treat missing someone. It's like Dejavu, the same shelf, the same table, these things have happened with other people,” I said.
“I also thank you for accompanying me to chat, I can divert the anxiety about the relationship I am living even for a moment.”
“Oh
yes, can you come here again sometime?” continues enthusiastically.
“Bby,”
flat answer.
“Mmm, <TAG1>,
one more thing, can I have a phone number?”
“You can contact me here.” I thrust a cell phone, saw your facebook username. Because Ara asked me not to give phone numbers to other women outside her family. I comply. Love sometimes makes people act silly.
“I've added, directly confirm,yah!” Sumringah.
“You I called the action, huh? I can't handle it, sorry.”
“Mmm, yes can, Han.” Manyun ajeng.
“You didn't stop by kosan first?”
“Engga, I'm direct. Later Mama nyariin.” I chuckle.
From
the window of Ajeng's taxi waved, strangely like Ara who was there, throwing the sweetest smile at me. It turns out that longing also brings as bad as halu, Ajeng who I saw Ara's sculpted face.
Dear Ara, is it raining there too? If so, at least we're being drenched in rain from the same sky.
