Lightly Longing

Tama's Really Crazy!

"Ck! It's a real random, anyway, Mas." Only the ruckus was heard from across the phone. I ended the call. The mother who arranged the fruit on the shelf smiled.

"Funny, isn't it?" The mama just smiled. I was busy picking fruit.

Finished with the fruit show, I walked to pay attention to the kitchenware trinkets. Whether it's a bowl or a unique plate. Indeed, when it comes to home, I would love to nosy look unique.

I see at the end there, there's a leaf-shaped bowl. I took some fruit to put in the basket. Feeling satisfied shopping, I ended by walking to the cashier.

"Ananta?" I turned around to hear that voice. The man wearing the hat was also a black hoodie standing not far from me.

"Your name?" I put the two eyebrows together, confused. Why does he have to be around my neighborhood? "What are you doing here?"

"Ta, we're talking outside, yeah. Ma'am, this is, "he said thrusting bottled drinks at the cashier. I gawked, really can't believe his being here.

I deliberately linger and choose to avoid Tama. There's no point in talking to him, it's just bringing up the past, and I don't want that.

I covered and walked a little fast. Apparently, my existence is known to him. He chased, sounding his footsteps that followed. My arm is held by him.

I stared at his finger that was already curled there. He who seemed to understand, let go.

"Ta, I've been looking for you for a week. I'm traveling around here."

"It's none of my business, Tama!"

"Yes, but you disappeared from my life."

"You know I disappeared, so stop bothering me."

Tama continued to chase until the front of the house. It's nothing, people's view of me has been bad since the last time the video was. They call me trash and slut.

Damn, that's true. Their accusations against me are true. I'm an adulterer and an adulterer, also a piece of trash. Mr. Arbi got me out of there.

"Ta, beat me up first!"

"Yes! Stop interrupting my life. I'm married!" finally snapped. After taking a step back, he did not believe what he had just heard.

"No way, Ta. It can't be that fast. You lied, right?"

I rolled a lazy eyeball. Whether he wants to believe it or not is definitely not my job to gain his trust.

"Now I am pregnant. Don't bother me anymore."

"Pregnant?" he seemed to sweep his gaze toward my stomach. Yeah, I put my hand there.

"My son, Ta?"

I raised the corner of my lips, what a crazy question. This may be his son, and being with him has been for months.

"My son and my husband!" my toilet is full of confidence. Tama gripped my shoulder, so strong that I grimaced.

"Tam, off" I asked him. He looked glared disliked, his face grim.

"Tell me it's my son, Ta!" it was her scream that made me close my eyes in fear. "Ananta, say!" it shook my body.

"You're mentally ill, Tama. This is my son and my husband. It has nothing to do with you."

Tama raised my body, she carried me on her shoulder. I thrashed out for help, cell phones in plastic bags with fruit. Yeah, I put it there.

"Stop...!" yelling heavy male voice. I immediately guessed that voice. Looks like Mr. Arbi's voice.

"How dare you!" the next thing I saw, my side body had moved over. I'm standing behind Mr. Arbi, holding his shirt strong.

"You're up first, honey. Let me face it."

Mr. Arbi looks to have taken the horses, he seems ready to fight. So is Tama, the man who is so crazy about me.

Tama delivered a blow that managed to evade Mr. Arbi. Now, it was Mr. Arbi's turn to drag him into the car.

"Mas, do you want anything else?"

"I'm taking him to the police station. He's been bothering us."

I'm afraid Mr. Arbi is afraid, besides I'm the victim here. It would be quicker if there were victims and witnesses. Sir threw Tama's body strong, then we went in and locked the door.

I was wondering, I don't know what was on Tama's mind. Maybe he's crazy. I never even imagined being able to meet such an insane man like him in my life.

Mr. Arbi split the streets quickly, his face clearly filled with anger. I clasped his hand, I myself was afraid of his attitude that was beyond there box.

"Mas" call me carefully. Mr. Arbi turned a glance then glanced at Tama who was sitting down in the back seat.

"Mas," call me again who now gently sweeps the shoulder of his muscular upper arm. His gaze turned into a sad.

"Yes, honey."

"Don't be rash, yeah. Keep using logic" I asked, and then he took my hand into his grasp. Kiss my palm gently.

"You can make out in front of me! Just die you guys!" snapped Tama who then tried to grab the steering wheel until scrambling with Mr. Arbi.

"Tama, stop!" I said that now the car has moved to and fro. Lucky nothing happened, Mr. Arbi who looked flustered elbow chin Tama up to fall into the back seat and fainted.

"Allahu Akbar," I said, taking a deep breath.

"We'd better take it to a mental hospital. Free to take to the police station."

I just kept quiet, still in shock. Fear of something unwanted. We've arrived in front of the police station, Mr. Arbi came out with a slight slamming of the door.

He immediately dragged out Tama, his face so cold and violent. Tama is still unconscious. Arbi then threw Tama's body on the floor of the police station.

The police on duty looked confused, he looked at Tama and Mr. Arbi alternately. I was just a spectator when Mr. Arbi sat in front of the man in the brown uniform.

"I came here to make a report."

"What report?"

"He," pointed Mr. Arbi towards Tama, "doing mistreatment and unpleasant deeds against my wife" he said, with Mr. Arbi's eyes now asking me to sit next to him.

"Explain everything, Ta," said Mr. Arbi to confirm his report. I nodded, in front of the policeman.

"Well, are there any witnesses?"

"I'm a victim and a witness, sir. My husband was also a witness to his actions. Just now, he almost hurt us out of jealousy to see our affection."

The policeman looks to be nodding his head. I catch my breath, trying to stay calm.

"If you can tell, what is the cause? Your relationship with the defendant, perhaps."

"He's my ex-boyfriend, sir."

"Okay.So, the motive is jealousy, yes." Police are still seen writing reports, Tama gets up and tries to escape. I don't want him hanging around, patting Mr. Arbi on the shoulder to catch him again.

"Mas. Don't let him escape."