Just a Bond

Plasteredness

A month more not to meet Father and Mas Reza in person, making me very excited to travel to the city of my birth. It didn't take long, Mas Farhan was ready. I also because I am used to not wearing any cosmetics, not complicated. My clothes have been ready since yesterday. So, we can slide right away.

After locking the door, making sure everything was safe to leave, I moved closer to Mas Farhan's car. Because he's waiting there.

Remember how our relationship was before, I tried to be self-conscious. Allowed to ride his vehicle alone is grateful. Although the heart's desire sat beside him, but it felt impossible. I was also afraid of being too confident in my status as his wife. I don't know why I suddenly think of it that way. I can't stop it either.

"Don't sit in the back."

Just about to open the back door, Mas Farhan had already warned. He looked to the right side of the front door because I was about to open the right door.

"Why, Mas?"

"Don't ask too many questions. Sit in front, and quickly enter. The hunt will be jammed."

Mas Farhan immediately moved behind the wheel again. Although still confused, I closed the back door slowly, then moved to the front door, then entered and installed a seal belt. My husband's luxury car slowly moved out of the yard, circling the streets of the housing complex around Mas Farhan's house which was quite dense, to split the streets of Surabaya which was always crowded with motor vehicles, ranging from small size; medium; and large, and simple; medium; to luxury.

"His son, yes, now there is Suramadu." I began to monologue as my husband's luxury car slowly entered the toll gate of Suramadu Bridge.

The quiet situation that had accompanied our trip from Tegalsari District, bored me. My alternative is to talk to myself. I'm going to sleep, I just woke up. Not to mention, my sleepiness seems to have disappeared, because you do not want to miss the beautiful scenery of this bridge. We were stuck in traffic long enough on the national road. Because of the gabut and not finding a means of trance, I also chose to close my eyes and just get up when going to enter this toll gate.

Don't ask me why I didn't talk to Mas Farhan! I'm lazy to explain. You know that and you're gonna get bored if I explain it again, right?

"Only, if you want to go to Surabaya right with Dad, must have boarded the ship from Kamal. Where is sometimes the location of your business partner far from Tanjung Perak." My mischief continues as the views circulate watching the beautiful scenery of this bridge from the windshield. Occasionally from the right side glass.

Really, every time I pass the bridge that crosses the Madura Strait and becomes the link between Madura island and Java island, I always feel amazed - never bored at all, although it has been passed through it many times - all in wonder. There are a lot of questions in the brain about this bridge. How can it be planted in water? Even this in the middle of the sea, lo. On land, I can still imagine. How does it work like what? How did the infrastructure workers build this bridge with a height of 146 meters? Its width is quite wide, up to thirty meters.

However, the development of technology is getting more sophisticated, right? What can't be done at the moment? Surely this is in line with the destiny of the Almighty. There will be no bridge if He does not do it.

"Know when was Suramadu built?"

Suddenly there was a sound of Mas Farhan entering my monologue room. I turned my head towards her, and she turned to look at me. As a result, our gazes met each other in a moment. Immediately I turned my face as I cleared my throat slowly to neutralize the nervous feeling that I still felt when I accidentally met him.

I confirmed my backrest position first. "What year, huh? Forgetting. I think 2007, deh, Mas," raguku. I forgot that too, anyway. After all, I used to only skim the information, as well as hear the news from ear to ear. Including stories from Dad.

"Daddy. Madurese, living in Bangkalan again, do not know when Suramadu was built."

I turned my eyes hearing Mas Farhan's words.

Turns out .. By the way Mas Farhan still sucks. As if I can't speak well. Why should I try too? I was excited and happy too, when he suddenly made a sound. It means he wants to talk to me. However, seeing the response like this .. hadeh. Don't know what else I should be.

I close my lips together again. Already lost the mood to continue the conversation. I leaned back the back that had been vertical, to the back of the chair. The view begins to surround the view of the bridge. Without notice, we were already in the middle of the bridge. My mood seemed to get better that day. I looked around to see the view there.

"This bridge was built since August 2003, according to the government of Bu Megawati." Again Mas Farhan's voice was heard, filling the silence in this car. However, I did not respond so much. "But it was only inaugurated in 2009, exactly June 10. As for his government, Mr. Susilo."

I'm staying quiet. Just a glance at him, then switch again to the view of the Suramadu continues to be presented as the wheels turn.

Maybe because I didn't respond to anything, Mas Farhan suddenly kept quiet. When I turned my face to look at it, it turned out that he had focused forward, carrying his car that had come out of the toll gate of Suramadu Bridge.

The journey through the bridge is very fast. How not? With a bridge width of thirty meters, it can minimize congestion. So, any rider can gas faster than on a regular road. I'll be seeing Dad and Mas Reza soon. Can't wait to arrive soon. Just the smile that made me happy. Especially when we are found?

"Anged?"

"angry? Who's angry?" many ensure.

"You. Who else?"

Huh huh? Is this really Mas Farhan who asked? My husband who had never cared about me all this time suddenly asked like this?

"Why should I be angry, Mom? About Suramadu? Why angry? I was wrong to answer that. It's not important to talk about that either."

Damn, deh. I was really surprised. Why did Mas Farhan suddenly ask like that.

"It's not the Suramadu I'm talking about, Najwa."

I'm getting cengo, dong. What does it mean try? Farhan is very economical by the way. So economical, to make me not understand at all the purpose of the conversation. Uh.

"Otherwise, if it wasn't for the Suramadu, what else was the handsome Mas Farhanku?"

Gosh darn. Immediately I turned my face away from Mas Farhan, and I smothered my mouth with both hands. What words did I just say? Why is it so obvious? Duh, this mouth can not be allowed, nih. How unsettling. 'Kan spooky. Especially when I saw Mas Farhan glaring his eyes. Making the heartbeat beat is not normal. Don't let him get angry and end up rampaging in this oncoming car. Or, do not let because of emotions, Mas Farhan suddenly out of control so drive recklessly. I still don't want to die, yeah. Suppose we crash how? Oh Allah, nauzu billah.

What the fuck are you, Najwa! Think not far away!

"The one who said you suck."

Lord, strengthen the heart of the servant.

This time my heartbeat was beating faster than usual not because of the creepy highlight of Mas Farhan. However, from this answer he had submitted. It was really Mas Farhan who said, right? It really is Mas Farhan Fuadi Pak Faridzi's son, right?

I took a strong breath, then I exhaled slowly to calm myself down. After relaxing enough, I looked at Mas Farhan.

"Why should I be angry, Mom? It's common, isn't it, you're like me? If you ask me I'm angry, I've said that from the beginning. But you're just being funny, haven't you, all this time?"

I don't know where I asked that question. It's true anyway, isn't it, what am I asking? Why care now? And I was curious about his response. I wonder if the question is purely from his heart or not.

I waited a long time, but Mas Farhan was silent. As if nothing had happened before. It sucks you, Mom.

"Forget about that."

Alright. Again, I had to stress to myself not to put my hope in him. It seemed, Mas Farhan did not intend to open his heart to me. Is there another woman there?

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Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Monday, 21 May 2021