Lightly Longing

Thank You

"Pak Arbi, he's running late. Where can I escape the thirst of the Father, let me drink jelly drink the hungry procrastinator," replied me who tried to calm down even though actually nervous not kepalang.

Mr. Arbi laughed as I watched his eyes disappear behind his laughter. He is handsome, though sometimes disrespectful and also outspoken. I often spot the heart.

"If I'm serious, what?" ask her again even with a smiling face. I'm not in love that might hurt me again and again.

"Sir Arbi, I was waiting for the widow to say she likes to be seduced, huh. We agreed to be partners, right sir? Or Bapaka same as Bu Afifaj aja, deh, sir. Suitable for Father. Equally beautiful and handsome," replied me again who turned my face for a moment and took a breath because of nervousness.

"But I want Mom."

"Udah, ah, sir. I'll grab a drink for you, wait a minute, yeah."

I obviously know his heart. Many times he showed a caring and caring attitude towards me. I stepped in, brewed some tea and brought some dried bread.

I remember Ms. Afifah, when I brought her up earlier. How is he now. I carried a tray to the terrace, where Mr. Arbi sat in a rattan chair complete with a matching table.

"Please drink, sir."

"The environment here is pretty comfortable, huh, ma'am?" Arbi's eyes went around watching the surroundings which was quite quiet and quite far from the frenzied noise of the vehicle.

"Yes, that's fine, sir. A little can let go of tired when working all day." I sat across from Mr. Arbi's chair, following his eyes.

"Is there anything left empty?" tanyanya looked at me expectantly.

"Lack of knowing, yes, sir. You can ask the security guard or the property. Or I'll find out if you're interested."

"Em, okay. I'll definitely ask Mom for help."

"Please, Sir. Don't hesitate. I'm ready to help. We should live to help each other. Oh, ja. Afifah ma'am how are you, sir?"

"Where do I know, Mom. How do you ask me?" said Mr. Arbi who was like ogah-ogahan replied about Ms. Afifah.

"Yes, you are a school with him. In the past, I do not need to ask you, people meet every day." I raised the corner of the left lip in response to Mr. Arbi's words.

This tall man was seen raising next to his eyebrows then replied, "Looks good. As for his heart, I don't know. If your heart may I guess."

"Ck! Mr. Arbi, there is no stopping my gombalin. I was assaulted by his fans again, you know."

Mr. Arbi chuckled, I'm sure he knows very well how Beautiful and his friends behave if they know that their idol teacher is teasing other girls.

"Soops, yeah, Mom."

"Well, that's you know."

"So many people avoid me, yes. It turned out that they were the cause," he replied, blaming his fans.

"But, did you completely lose contact with Ms Afifah?" I'm nodding. Since the incident at the hospital, I have never again communicated with Ms. Afifah. Somehow he, obviously I wish him well.

"Sometimes Bu Afifah looks at your desk with a deep breath."

"Really?"

"Yes. Would you like to meet Ms Afifah?"

"No need, sir. I'm not ready yet. My famous news alone is enough to make me ashamed and close myself to the outside world, sir."

"I'll help you. As a colleague, I'll take care of you."

"Thank you, sir."

"If I were your husband, I wouldn't have to go home, would I, Mom?"

"Hehe. Mr. Arbi, start my gombalin again. Beware you, briefly if I meet more beautiful than this is combalin again. I'm fine, Father," my god who managed to make him bowed for a while laced with laughter.

Mr. Arbi's car left my residence. I pick up a glass and I'll bring it inside. Loose-veined hands on my waist.

"Sir Arbi! You are not polite!" I snapped without turning around, a second later I threw out his rough hands.

"Don't you?"

"Ta, I'm begging us to cancel our divorce, okay?"

"Bang, lost opportunities and broken trust. Both are dead prices that cannot be returned as before. Appreciate while there is. Isn't that what we hear so much?"

Satria slowly let go of her embrace. It's too late, no more chances. Satria looked embarrassed.

"Satria sir? Just got back from out of town, huh?"

We turned to the origin of the voice. The security guard stopped in front of the house.

"I-iya," replied the puzzled looking Satria. Then asked for an answer to me through the look in his eyes.

"Again the circumference, sir?" ask Satria for a little chat.

"Yes, I'll go ahead. Please continue to take off the shade, sir. Hehe," his ridicule made me turn the eyeball lazily. Inevitably, I was forced to send Satria in to avoid the mouth rants of the neighbors' julid.

"You're telling them I'm out of town?"

"Yes, Bang. It's not time they found out about our household."

Satria sat down on the dining table chair, I got her a drink. He propped up his head, fine fur filling around the area of his chin. In the past, I always reminded and even shaved for him.

Her hair also looked long, looking unkempt. I sat down in front of him and sipped the syrup I had made for both of us.

"Mother how are you, Bang?"

"Sampe now, I still don't dare to tell Mom. I still wish I could fix it, Ta."

"Already, Bang. If we get back together, we'll hurt each other."

"Hurt each other?"

"Yes. I'm sure, Brother turned into more appreciative of my presence beside Brother. It just makes me more guilty. The Khilafan I made for sleeping with another man, tormenting my mind continuously because of my good attitude. I don't want to live with guilt, Bang. Please, don't ask me to come back."

I lowered my head, slowly wiping out the already watery nose. Because we cry in the heart.

"Alright, Ta. I understand your feelings. Again, I'm talking about you."

I took a deep breath. That means I am a legal widow in the eyes of religion. Just need a letter to declare my status legalized.

"I'm leaving, Ta. After this, I'll tell Mom the truth. I hope, if one day I need you. You want to help me."

"I'll help, while I can, Bang."

Satria got up, I stared at her wide back. The back that lamented my sorrow when it always refused to give me an inner living.

"Take care of yourself, Ta. I have no right to take care of you. The next trial, I will not attend. Please accept my apology. Thank you, for the time we've been through."