Lightly Longing

Legit, Widow!

Satria came out without me taking her. I just stared at him out the window. He seemed to sweep his eyes, looking at the house from the outside with a sad look. Then turn to the garage, maybe he remembered his favorite motorcycle.

In fact, my heart saw him who was so determined to come back. But this is the best path for us. I really hope he will be happy.

His cold attitude, which changed all this. So too with my mistake of destroying my own household.

Satria left after closing the fence. I still faithfully stand behind the transparent curtains. Pilu, that's how I feel. However, in the end this is what will make everything beautiful in time.

Like a song from one of the male singers in Indonesia, if possible I can return. I will change the destiny of the love I choose. And bring it all back through the time machine.

***

My divorce trial was decided today. As he promised me, Satria was absent. The verdict regarding the gono-gini treasure, Satria gave up the house as well as some money from the sale of the car.

The alimony money he gave me was also through his lawyer. Indeed, while I'm not married again. The allowance is required by the ex-husband. It is recorded in the law.

Although not big, but enough to finance my life. Mr. Arbi is still near me. We have not decided where this relationship will be taken, it's just that Mr. Arbi helped me even though he never said his feelings again.

It made me feel comfortable being around him. We filled each other with emptiness. Today, he even became my driver wherever I stepped.

"Where else are you going now?"

"Em, is Mr Arbi busy?"

"Ck! Why still use formal calls, anyway. You also haven't worked in school for a long time. After all, this is also outside the school environment."

"Hehe, sorry, sir. It's a habit."

"You, tuh. Why is it so beautiful, anyway!" the grunts slowly looked at me. He was behind the wheel.

I'm looking down embarrassed. I often tell her to get out of my life. But, this idol teacher actually came back again and again.

During the day, I was confused by the words of Satria that so disturbed my heart. His farewell truly left a deep mark on my heart. It was different from living a life with him for ten years.

Surprisingly, he came to his senses after it was all over. Her coldness was still a mystery in my brain until now. There is no explanation for the heart and its nature.

I sat in the minimarket and sipped a beer in the can. My face was hot at the time, maybe it looked red. Not just one can, but already lined up three. That was the first time I drank such a model drink.

The sensation is amazingly thrilling the heart also raises the heat of my body temperature. I slept for a while in front of the minimarket terrace. When he opened his eyes, Mr. Arbi sat hugging his body.

"Sir Arbi?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Well, why are you here?" I asked with my eyes dimmed. Mr. Arbi looked to pull the corner of his lips then chuckled for a while.

"Not accidentally met, you."

"Oh."

"You drink beer?"

"Hehe, slightly, sir. Very sadi-kit," said I who seemed to have been drunk at the time.

"Come on. I'll drive you home." Mr. Arbi tried to lift my body. He hugged my shoulder and took me to his car.

Once home, I gave the keys to Mr. Arbi. I saw him come out and open the gate. After that, take me inside.

Mr. Arbi threw himself on the couch, I pulled the shirt around the neck. It was really hot inside my body. I slowly undressed.

I didn't realize Mr. Arbi was still in the house. It's just the sultry feeling that keeps dominating my brain. My eyes closed as I kept busy throwing out the original clothes. There are only tanks and hotpants.

The sunlight made me open my eyes. Tucked away on the couch, I blinked looking around. All messy, Mr. Arbi is seen sitting on the floor with his head propped up.

I glared perfectly at myself clad in a blue blanket. I confirmed his position. I looked into the cloth that wrapped this body.

Only tanktops and hotpants or can be said*********** short. I'm pissed off. Mr. Arbi looked to be frowning who slowly blinked slowly.

"Are you awake?"

"Hem."

"You ...."

"Yes, I slept here last night."

"We're not doing anything, are we?" many ensure. Mr. Arbi smiled raising the corner of his lips. I'm still waiting for the answer. Mr. Arbi got up to the bathroom.

"Sir?" I said the one who chased him to the front door of the bathroom.

"You want to come with me?" ask her from behind the door that made me take one step back and shake quickly.

I quickly picked up my clothes and put them on in my room. I was confused, seeing Mr. Arbi who knew the exact location of my house.

Maybe he was confused last night to see me who was unconscious. The proof, my closet is perfectly open.

I came out after neat, Mr. Arbi was standing in the middle of the living room as well as the room.

"Why don't you go home, sir?"

"I can't go home, my car's tires are leaking."

"Certainly? You see my body?"

"Hem."

I took a deep and long breath. Crossing hands in front of the chest. Covering the shame, Mr. Arbi turned a glance.

"Ck! I've seen it all."

"Ck! Win a lot dong, you."

"It's not my fault!"

"Yes, yeah."

I walked towards the kitchen, took out an instant noodle from inside the closet. The object of yesterday's seizure with women is unclear.

I brewed it and gave one noodle to Mr. Arbi.

"Sorry, Sir. This is all I can give you to start today."

"This alone is profitable, ma'am. Instead of having to eat the wind" he replied. We enjoyed breakfast with a smile.

"Ananta," he called me to obscure the delusion.

"Sir Arbi? You call me?"

"Yes, I tried to call the name familiar. Don't want to be too formal."

"But, Sir."

"Ananta, I'm the same age as you are."

"But, Sir."

"If you're not comfortable now, slow down, yes" he said, pinching my cheek. I was stunned, silently staring at the back of Mr. Arbi who walked open the door to the left of his car.

"Come, I'll take you."

"Sir Arbi?" I said again who still hugged the map containing the judge's verdict. I'm free now. Want to meet and talk to anyone.

This athletic man grabbed my hand, told me to get into his car. I don't know where the trail bike he used to go. Lately it has been rarely seen. Mr. Arbi took the map in my sling, put it in the back seat.

"Sir, are you going to be okay after this?"

"You mean? I don't understand" he said, sitting behind the wheel.