Lightly Longing

Ends at the top

Satria twisted my body to face. He looked at me, I looked down inside.

"Look at me, Ta!" his orders held both of my shoulders. I slowly raised my face, staring straight into her eyeballs.

"Ta, has my change in attitude not changed your heart?"

Slowly clear droplets drip down the cheeks. I wiped it fast, not wanting this beautiful atmosphere to be gloomy because of me.

"Ta, answer me?" Satria shook my shoulders, I looked down again.

"Ta," called her who made me gasp for a deep breath. Satria took one step back, releasing her grip on my shoulder.

"I just realized, your smile has been gone for a long time. I'm sorry, Ta. I've lost so many beautiful moments of your face."

"Satria" he called me, who had grabbed his hair with both hands. I crouched down to curse myself.

"I'm stupid, Ta. You idiot!" he said by hitting himself.

"It's not your fault. It's my heart's fault."

Satria got up and took a deep breath. His body stood upright, I also aligned myself with him.

"Ananta, I'm your talak" he said with a clear grain escaped from his eye patch.

Duars!

My tears heard it. My body went limp for a moment, I cried with shaky shoulders. Sitting limply looking straight ahead.

The lake that was so soothing to the eyes witnessed the end of my relationship with Satria. Right, it's me who wants it.

I wish it would be okay, but the truth. Satria was still faithfully standing beside me, I looked up.

The rain seemed to weep at our farewell. Satria seemed to be biting on her deep lips, her chest seemed to rise and fall.

I understand and know very well what Satria is feeling. I feel the same way even if I want it.

"I want a sweet farewell, but it still hurts" I said, unable to hold tightness in the chest. Tears have flowed down the cheeks.

"Come, we're home, Ta."

I shook my head quickly. I still want to appease a broken-headed heart. The path of the next life, still not terbesit in my mind.

Let it be, the time that leads me must be how and what path I must take.

"Ta, I want to go home."

"Go home, Bang. I still want to be here."

"Is there a price to go home?" tanya still thinks of me.

"Still, go home."

Satria stepped away, I still stared at the wide back of the man who had accompanied me for a decade with tears.

Slowly disappearing from the crowd of passersby. All eyes were on me who was squatting while crying.

"Huhu ... Huhuh." I fold my hands over my knees. I kept whining for some reason. It just feels like I want to spill it.

"Ck! Shame, Mom."

I looked up to see Mr. Arbi standing next to me. I rubbed the swift tears with the palm of my hand.

"Sir Arbi?"

"Aish! Can't you cry at home?" gerrutu annoyed. I got up and stomped my feet leaving him.

To be honest, I was too embarrassed to face Mr. Arbi directly. Because, he is always present in my bad moments. Whether it was crying, fainting or sick.

He followed my steps, trailing wherever I went.

"Sir, stop following me!"

"Well, I did, Mom. But I'm scared."

I stopped and turned my body towards him. Shuddered in wonder at his words.

"I'm afraid Mom did something crazy. People who break up like to lose logic."

I pulled the corner of the lips, twisting the eyeballs off guard. "I'm not that crazy, sir."

"Yes, who knows" he said, raising both shoulders.

"Where are you going?" I asked after I stepped a few meters away from him.

I looked around, I really didn't know where to go. For it was Satria who led me up this hill.

My wrist was immediately gripped by Mr. Arbi. I guess, I don't know where he's going.

"Come, I'll drive you home."

I could only parsah, I also wondered why he was always there wherever I fell and fell. What is true said before, that this one often memegetihatku.

He took me to the motor park. I saw myself from top to toe. I'm wearing a dress, how will I get home from this hill which takes about two hours.

Mr. Arbi who was wearing a helmet turned to look at me who was still hesitant about going up on his bike or not.

Mr. Arbi took off his jacket, then tied it around my waist. I took a step back, but it was like he was pulling me closer to him.

"Sir, I'm not us-"

"Shh ...! I can't wait to see you go home alone."

"But, Sir."

Mr. Arbi just smiled. A long-sleeved shirt that is left open becomes a replacement for his jacket. I saw sports shoes as well as denim color jeans he wore to complete his appearance.

"Sir, I'm afraid there's slander

among us."

"Let them talk about us, Mom. I don't care!"

I had a little trouble getting on his dirt bike which was only enough for two people. Mr. Arbi looked back, he then went down to put his standard on the ground.

He supported my waist to get on his bike. Wanted to rebel, but only he can help me now. Now I was on his iron horse.

Mr. Arbi is in front preparing to drive. Every now and then he glanced at me, I gave him some distance. Don't want to cling to him. However, the rain made me cold.

Lips started to shake, my clothes were quite bright when wet. A little rainfall has been felt below zero degrees when the temperature is at the top of this mountain.

Mr. Arbi pulled over at a restaurant.quick meal with an old man's picture. He quickly got off the bike. I refused when his hand was the one that wanted to support my waist.

"No need, sir. I can go down by myself. Sorry to bother."

"We eat first, yeah."

I shook my head, hugging my body covering the chest that had been seen stamped from the outside due to raindrops.

"Mom Ananta, if we don't eat, I'll be sick again."

"Biarin, Sir. I also don't need to take care of my body anymore."

"God!" He laughed disdainfully by raising the corner of his lips. I bent my face looking at her attitude just now.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"You're funny."

"Funny?"

"Yes. You want a farewell, but you are also a victim. Aren't you funny?"

"It's none of your business, sir." I turned around to get away from him. My shoulder was gripped by Mr. Arbi, he landed a kiss on my lips.

I silently stared. There is no resistance or rejection. Strange, I touched the left side of the chest. Heartbeats are strong and pounding erratically. I should still keep myself from getting entangled by any man during idah.

But .. ah, somehow I can condition the heart that is being timid with erratic thoughts. I raised my hand to slap him, my movements were held back by Mr. Arbi.