Longing Curtain

Episode 37's

The sound of the clanking of ice cubes broke the silence. Stirring nonstop that block-shaped ice cube. Occasionally sip the orange flavor that comes from my drink.

"How does it feel in Lamar Hamzah, Ra?"

My movements stopped staring at the glance of the woman next to me who was no less looking at me.

"When have I been in Lamar?"

"That birthday is lo."

"Hamzah is just kidding."

"Hamzah is serious."

It was not Siska who answered but the figure of the upright man behind me. I turned the lazy eyeball, he immediately pulled the chair and sat next to you.

"Eh, Hamzah, don't be illegitimate."

Hamzah stopped his movement turning to look at Siska.

"Later if it's legal can be deket-deket dong."

"Don't deket, anything can."

I rolled lazy eyeballs hearing their talk. It's nothing just talking about me in front of me without hesitation, right kesel. They continue to chatter about marriage, even though there is no bond.

"His father?"

I looked at the two people who were arguing with their chin up. Don't bother with what they're talking about.

"Zahra is asking Zah to take it seriously."

"Patience, Ra. Wait for us to graduate."

It turns out that it's even more so-so talk. I exhaled softly because I knew this was just a joke.

"Ekhem! Does anyone want to get married?"

The thick-browed man immediately headed for our table. Shake hands with Hamzah and occupy a seat near Hamzah. Who else if not Reno.

"What the hell is Ren."

"Btw, happy birthday, Ra. Sorry I couldn't come that day."

"Thank you, no papa" I said.

"How have you got no marriage intention yet?"

Siska stared in her face at the bend. Shifting his drink sipping it repeatedly left me astonished.

"Not yet."

"Isn't it sticky like Hafids?" ask Reno.

"Yes, but I never get serious" Siska said.

I rubbed Siska's shoulder in encouragement.

"And we already have no class, what if we go to the bookstore he said there is a new novel," asked Hamzah.

"You know, I want a new book too" I said.

"Where's Sis?"

"OK on."

"I wasn't invited?" Reno looks at.

"If you want to."

Reno agreed to the invitation. The four of us sped off the campus and approached the bookstore that was across the street. To get rid of saturation, stop by the bookstore.

Arriving there I immediately melesa regardless of the three of them. I went through all the bookshelves, apparently no novel is the same a few years ago.

I leaned my head against the shelf, exhaling softly my hope of having the novel dashed already. I've been going around the bookstore many times, but I haven't seen any of my favorite novels. I don't know why I want to see him now.

"You looking for this?"

My head immediately sideways looked at the man carrying the thick book with the cartoon cover. My smile expanded seeing the novel in front of my eyes.

Hamzah approached to lower the novel. My smile grew as if I wanted to hug the person in front of me. But, unfortunately, there is no definite bond.

"Thank you Hamzah."

Hamzah smiled giving the novel to me. I was enthusiastic about opening the pages of the novel, it's true that my guess is so good. I was grateful, hugging tightly into my dream novel that was already in my hands.

"You're beautiful, Ra."

My netraku immediately whistled with her shady eyes. This man in my condition has stolen my attention, exactly the same feeling to someone in my past.

"I'm grateful I can still see your smile, don't go."

His tone turned to be sad. I looked inside, puzzled as to why Hamzah spoke like that.

"You mean?"

I frowned, she was still flat expression looking at me.

"Let's go home, Siska and Reno were already first," he said.

I nodded without intending to ask anything more. Hearing him who changed the direction of the conversation had explained there was something covered up.

Hamzah picked up his bike on campus. Split the city streets, through the noon wind. The weather was so hot that cold sweat soaked the body. It was only 2 pm but the sun was still a little high.

Hamzah's motorcycle pulled over neatly in the parking lot. Stopped at a meatball shop just like we used to. Hamzah told me to come in, I followed him from behind.

Just as usual order two servings of meatballs and iced tea accompany lunch. Orders are ready, Hamzah just added sausage alone do not dare to add sambal that is in a small bowl.

Just wanting one mouthful, Hamzah's cell phone rang. I don't know who he's calling right away from the table. This is my chance to destroy it. Immediately I added two tablespoons of chili that was in the bowl and stirred it flat.

Hamzah turned back to occupy his seat again. I saw every movement impatiently looking at Hamzah's expression of pungency.

One mouthful made it into his mouth. Originally his expression was flat, yet a split second his eyes bulged. He immediately put his spoon grabbing the iced tea that was beside him, gulping down to the toilet.

The giggling sound I can't sniff, I laugh loosely. He frowned, not enough he drank my drink that had not been touched. Intention to justify even loss.

"Hamzah why are you drinking mine?"

"You're bad, Ra! I already know I do not feel at home the same name is spicy, even you are fad. It's bad again," he said.

"Partially you're a man should dare to dong with chili," said I.

"Yes but not this many times either."

"That's just a rehearsal."

"If you were my wife, I would punish you for taking me."

Netraku stared fixedly at his face. I'm not wrong, am I, wife?

"What punishment?" ask me in a seductive tone.

"Later to know."

Hamzah again shook his hand. Every now and then clear hair escapes from the eye patch, sweat begins to pour out. I laughed with satisfaction, it was good in jahilin.

"The iced tea pack is one more!"

The meatball seller immediately handed him one large glass of iced tea. Had not been put on the table, Hamzah immediately snatch him drink up the toilet.

The meatball seller shook his head, as did I. Hamzah has finished three glasses of iced tea, even though only two tablespoons of cabenya.

"You were in chilli peppers how many teaspoons?"

"Two tablespoons."

"Two tablespoons?"

"Huum."

"I'm glad I didn't faint. But if you pass out in the help of the same you don't papa if you faint."

"Ngarep I help you, even directly I stay."

"Evil."

"Belgroff."

Hamzah continued to pursed his lips, wanting to feel that I had hit his mouth.

After the meatball stall we continued our journey again. I held onto the end of Hamzah's jacket smiling at the look on his piquant face.

"Aren't you going to look?"

Hamzah turned to look at me, I frowned.

"Later if it's legal," I said.

Hamzah motorbike, the atmosphere in the afternoon is more beautiful to look at. A faint irate ray, a thin orange tinge began to be seen. The noise of the vehicle also began to decrease.

There was only silence, Hamzah focused on driving and I focused on my delusion. When else could you spend time like this. My smile expanded a little, finally after a long time I could feel the meaning of happiness that I had been quieting. I am grateful that Hamzah's figure has helped me to forget the past.

"Later if we get married, I want to have a house like that."

Jemari Hamzah pointed to a house on the side of the beautiful road. Minimalist but memorable house is very beautiful, chat is not flashy and a good layout makes me also want to have a dream home. But tinggu, married?

"Married? We're still in Hamzah's college, when are you thinking about marriage?"

"And the plan, Ra."

The atmosphere was again quiet after seeing the minimalist house there was no talk. Actually it is not a matter of humans to plan something just that we need to remember to the creator who is granting the request.

"If your past comes again .. You choose me or your past?"

I slightly tilted my face looking at Hamzah from the rearview mirror. He smiled a little at me.

"You are."

"I ask you now, if your past comes again you choose me or him?" Hamzah looked at me flatly.

"You are."

"The answer is the same, right?"

"Huum. It's like going back in time couldn't be Zah."

"Why?"

"It hurts too much to start again."

Hamzah nodded, while I was re-thought by the memories of the past. He is good, so it is not appropriate to be with me. He is special so many pursue his love, therefore I am faced with a wound so that I know how the difference between me and him.

The motor was turned off, the sign was right in front of my house.

"Tumben's pouting."

Hamzah smiled faintly while his chin was propped up with one hand.

"Tumben nanya."

I did the same as it seemed, propping up my chin with my hands without taking my eyes off.

"Tumben gets along."

The third voice made me look back. Kak Fami was leaning against the door while holding a snack. I immediately got up from the position and turned to look at him.

"I go home first, don't forget to dream about me" he whispered.

"I don't want to" I said.

Hamzah immediately put forward his motorbike did not forget to say hello to Fahmi who was in front of the door. Immediately disappeared from the pandagan, I turned to look at Fahmi's brother who was still at the door.

"Why not go in?" my many.

"Look at the happy couple."

I cut my lips and left them.

"Udah move on deck!" said shouting.

"Brew!"

I climbed the stairs no matter what my big brother said.