Just a Bond

He Suddenly Came

"Is it really okay?"ask Dad when he's leaning on the back of his bedroom couch.

I forced my lips to smile. "Dad just calm down. Najwa was not aware. I used to be pissed off when Rifka was nosy. Maybe get carried away with that feeling, Dad."

And if you remember, I seem to have gone too far, anyway. I feel guilty for Dad.

"But I'm still curious about your phone number that's not on Farhan's HP. How have you been interacting all this time if you don't keep each other's numbers?"

Jesus, Dad. I thought that by switching the subject and driving her back to the room, it could really shift that. But I guess I guessed wrong.

I took a deep breath for a moment. "There's nothing, Dad. Najwa said that, right? Najwa changed the new number and hasn't had time to tell Mas Farhan, Dad."

"Is that right?" My dad looked back at me intensely. "You're not covering something up for Dad, Wa?" Ah, Dad. I got clumsy myself getting questions like that. I hurried to take a look from him. If you look at your face for a long time, he may realize what really happened to me.

"Already, yeah. Dad's resting again. Don't think too much, Dad. Najwa and Mas Farhan are fine." I then got up from Dad's side. "Najwa said goodbye, yes, Dad. Want to help Mama Diva finish the kitchen. Then God willing, Najwa will come here again when it's done."

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As soon as I got out of Dad's room, I immediately went back to the kitchen. However, once there, Mbak Diva has cleared everything. He said that Mas Reza and Mas Gibran helped. In fact, even dirty dishes are clean and neatly arranged on the plate rack. My brothers are very nice, yes. Understand each other too.

Since the kitchen was done, and there was no one, I decided to go to the garden next to the house. I want to rest for a moment the mind that feels so tired, right there. When I go to the room, I'm sure I must have met Mas Farhan.So I also cross paths with Weny. And my youngest brother said Mas Farhan was pointing to that room. So, while the time to avoid it is to go somewhere else. I was too lazy to meet him.

Ah, yes. Don't imagine the garden next to the house is the same as the city park, yes. No. gabe. Actually, it's the side yard of the house, anyway. It's just that, because there are some simple seating made of bamboo, the place is often used to relax. It is called a garden. In addition, the view of the natural atmosphere and trees that are deliberately planted there, can spoil the vision. So fit once made a place ngadem.

I took a comfortable position to relax for a moment in the bamboo chair under the mango tree. I leaned back, then closed my eyes, trying to relax myself. Sitting here reminds me of the past. There is usually Mas Reza who comes to cheer me up here.

Ahem!

Eyes that were closed, slowly I opened. Immediately I established my sitting position, then turned to the source of the sound of darkness earlier. The enthusiasm that began to approach the heart because I thought it was Mas Reza, changing the awkward, upset and disappointed that united. How not? The person I wanted to avoid even came to this place. Don't mention it, you guys know.

Who the hell told him I was here?

"Can join?" ask her in a soft voice. And I'm still flinching. "The view here is beautiful. Refreshing the view, of course, refreshes the brain. You should feel at home here."

Still not dare to face directly with Mas Farhan, I just said, "If you want to sit, just sit down, Mas. No permission from me."

"But if my presence only made my wife's mood more chaotic, I would succumb to leaving this place."

Hearing the sentence lightly spoken from Mas Farhan's lips just now, made me reflexively turn my head and look at him in disbelief. The lips also spontaneously say, "Clean. Since when do I think about my feelings? Uh, wrong. There's no sense of Mas' wife here."

"What the hell is that, by the way. Not clear," my siss. Whether he heard it or not. Listen, it's okay. Don't listen, thank God. Uh.

"Don't sulk that way."

I just stared at him for a while, then turned my eyes away. I'm really tired. My mind seems to be forced to think hard because Mas Farhan's attitude is getting harder and harder to guess.

Don't baper, Najwa! Maybe he just wants to trick you into being so sweet.

Alright. I deliberately circulated the view around the park, in order to fill the void that felt after Mas Farhan no longer continued the conversation. Even so, I occasionally glanced at him who was still standing near where I was sitting.

Mas Farhan, what is standing still?

Intention, I want to duck. Want to see how far he tried to melt the strange atmosphere created after our brief conversation just now. I reaffirm the intention to pretend to focus on the treats of this pretty bright morning scene. However, for a long time I became a dongkol myself to see Mas Farhan still standing like a statue in its original place.

Turning the eyeball for a while, I turned towards him. "Mas, how long is it strong to stand there?"

He casually replied, "Until my wife tells me to sit down, I'll sit down."

Astaghfirullahal. Who's her husband, anyway? Really bummer. What do you want to try? What the hell am I thinking? Last morning I had a very relaxed chat with Rifka, use my belain again in front of Dad. And now what did he say?

"Mas Farhan, don't have to use all the drama. Sit down, sit down. Since when does the husband want to sit down, must permission to his wife? Lots of seats, huh." I showed you some empty seats around the park. "Is Mas's wife here? Long time ago, Mas Farhan never felt like he had a wife, right."

Jesus, I'm talking muters, huh? He had already asked and answered the same. Hadheh. Ii'm sorry. I was thinking about my husband this one.

Let's see what Mas Farhan's response is like.

Long enough I waited - as well as preparing the heart, timid Mas Farhan back angry - there was no reply. He stood still, but this time, he looked at me quite fixedly.

I hurried to look at the other side. I could at least make eye contact, and Mas Farhan did.

"You're funny when you say that again." Suddenly, my head turned back towards him. This gaze highlighted her sharp self that was even chuckling. Ah, errata. He laughed instead. Though slowly.

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Hi, I'm coming. Comment dong. The eyes of Farhan's heart are starting to open. 😂

Friday, 13 August 2021