Lightly Longing

To Pesantren!

"Yes, I'm afraid you're avoided by the fans because you're as close to a widow as I am."

"You're not a blonde widow, are you?" her silent question made me look at her.

"Ck! Could have made a joke, sir. Follow that viral again," I said accompanied by laughter.

Mr. Arbi smiled at him. He pulled the handbrake and drove slowly. I don't know where he's going to take it. He was busy asking, but there was no answer from me.

My flattened thing rang an incoming message sign, I reached into the bag to pick it up. I opened a short message that came in on the green app, from Ms. Afifah. Tumben once, we haven't communicated in a long time.

"Mom, how are you?"

"Well," my reply continued to reply, not infrequently chuckling himself regardless of Mr. Arbi who was busy driving also occasionally glanced at me.

"Message from whom, Ta?"

"Huh? From ...." I purposely hung up her sentence wanting to see her expression.

"Your ex-husband?" I shook his head slowly, he looked frowning. Then stop by the side of the road. He pulled the cell phone in my hand, obviously I teased him not wanting him to pass my privacy.

"Here you go, Ta."

"No," answered me, whose hands had moved because Mr. Arbi was following his movements. Long enough he did that to stop at one point. When our faces were not far away, I swallowed a heavy salivary. Likewise, Mr. Arbi, looks his junks up and down.

Slowly, I closed my eyes. I don't know what wind makes me so. What maybe the memory at the top some time ago reminded me. Ah ... I myself do not understand with the brain and heart that are out of sync.

My phone was pulled by Mr. Arbi, he didn't do anything. Mr. Arbi smiled at my behavior.

"What are you doing, Ta?" the question that makes me ashamed is not a bitch. I cursed myself, turned my face away.

"You wish I'd kissed you like that?"

"Huh?" I immediately turned to look at him who was dancing his finger on my touch screen.

I looked up at him a little, he kissed my neck. I pulled away from him, he just kissed my savage lips.

I can only resign, it is true now the status of the widow I have seen. Free to interact with anyone.

"Sir Arbi" I said trying to find an explanation.

"Don't talk anymore. If you say anything, I'll kiss you again."

"But, sir," I said again, which is true he landed a kiss there.

I close my lips, not daring to speak. It's delicious Mr. Arbi keeps feeling the sweetness of my ranum lips.

Mr. Arbi went back to driving. I don't know where to take it. The car kept walking down the crowded streets.

Until we stopped at one simple complex. I turned to look at Mr. Arbi, wanting to ask. But, afraid he'll kiss me again.

Mr. Arbi turned to me for a few seconds and looked back at the street.

"If anyone wants to be asked, ask, Ta. I won't kiss."

"Nr ...."

"Really, Ta. I won't kiss you anymore. Yeah, at least for the next few minutes" he continued, which made me pinch his waist. He shuffled amusedly, holding my former pinch.

"Where are we, sir?"

"My home environment."

"Well, how come you here?"

"Let's a minute, yeah, Ta. I want to change vehicles. I want to ride a motorbike."

Mr. Arbi went down and opened the black iron trellis door. I stayed where I was back.

He went back in and parked his car in the garage.

"Come, get down, Ta."

"Is this okay, sir?"

"It's okay. At best the next door neighbor's girl who saw me take you."

"The name of the heart, Ta. Where can be forced," he said, apparently fiddling with the door to enter the key.

"You wanna come in or wait on the porch, Ta?"

I looked inside and looked around. A tiny house with a small garden filled with manicured ornamental grass, there was a small bridge there.

The fish pond is under it, mini once. Black garden lights stood in the corner.

"Ta?"

"He uh?"

"Would you go in or out?"

I stepped in, sitting on the living room couch. Mr. Arbi was seen taking my things out of the car, putting them on my right side.

"Attent, yeah. I'll get out of the bike first."

"Why should I change, sir?"

"Pengen aja, Ta. Let's get closer to you, you hug."

I rolled a lazy eyeball, bored every time he teased me. Mr. Arbi gently swept my shoulder.

"Wait a minute, yeah, Ta. I'm going to go in the room first."

"okay."

Clink of the clock moving, seconds changing minutes. It's been ten minutes that Mr. Arbi has been in his room. The cold atmosphere of the house made me feel sleepy.

My eyes are already dim going to sleep, really comfortable on the living room sofa Mr. Arbi.

"Hey, Ananta. You're sleepy, aren't you?" asked Mr. Arbi who made me sit gasp, from the previous one was half collapsed.

Mr. Arbi gently brushed my cheek, he laughed crisply. I was still half conscious of seeing him who was already standing beside me.

I rubbed my eyes, Mr. Arbi asked for my hand and led me to the bathroom.

"Wash your face first, yeah. We're going to travel far."

I wash my face, fresh indeed. My eyes are awake. Mr. Arbi is already on stand by with a small towel in front of the bathroom.

He wiped my tiny face that was just the size of his palm.

"Udah seger?"

"Hem." Mr. Arbi pulled back the small towel and ruffled his waist and smiled revealing the white row of his teeth.

"Why are you wearing this outfit?" many people are confused who see him using denim color jeans and a leather jacket. Navy colored leg t-shirts he's wearing.

He simply raised both eyebrows, then held my hand to walk behind him.

I stood beside him, watching Mr. Arbi wearing Jim Joker shoes over dark brown eyes. Pak Arbi style is suitable for touring and long trips. In accordance with his words earlier.

"Where are we going, sir?"

"Follow it, yeah. Nih," he said who then thrust a full face helmet. I frowned asking for an answer from him.

"Well, yes," he said, wiping my head.

"But, Sir. I am a widow!" I said again. I'm afraid people mistake my status for what society considers ugly.

"Hehe. What matters is you're not a blonde widow, Ta. Come along, yeah. I'm not going to be weird, though. Believe, deh. Okay?"

I broke my body, I could only resign. For some reason, I finally followed the words of the man moustached around the lips as well as this chin.

I got on the bike, the map I had been carrying since I slipped in our midst.

"Where are we going, sir?" my telisik who was still curious after sitting in the passenger seat.

"To the pesantren."

"What?"