Longing Curtain

Episode 39's.

Life is a struggle. Struggles to find the point of happiness and suffering. Struggling to be able to pull two points on our lips or even struggling to drip clear circles in the eye fertilizer.

Sipped every droplet of my favorite orange juice. The atmosphere is very supportive a little less light adds to the sense of peace along with the wind that blows wiggling leaves until the end falls to the ground.

I kept staring at him not wanting to miss this beautiful moment. There's been something strange about Hamzah's attitude lately. He often leaves the house every morning or late afternoon. When I asked, he never answered. The attitude that was once romantic has changed. However, I did not think too much about it, which I thought that he had important matters so did not have time to answer.

"Ra, you want to come?" Hamzah tapping slowly on the table made me look up. The light from his face amazed me. He always gives an interesting aura to keep on exploring. "Where?"

"Just go somewhere without losing if there." I got out of the chair and grabbed the bag hanging in the room.

Riding a motorcycle both like a couple of lovers live the day with certainty. Through all obstacles with the grip of the hand stepped while smiling to see the universe that witnessed it. But here I am only a friend, a friend who has a little taste, even though the taste has come suddenly.

"Do you know the history of this building?" I looked at the white-painted building. Hamzah ruffled my hijab slowly.

"Vredeburgh Fortress. The fort was first built by Sri Sultan Hameng kubuwono 1 at the request of the Dutch." My gaze is not tearing. Look at the serious face that explains this building.

"The purpose of the building is built to maintain the security of the palace and its surroundings." I nodded occasionally smiling as I looked at her face.

"His husband, Mr. Hamzah is talented in history." He raised his eyebrows to the point of staring at the sturdy building standing before him. "I'm not your father, don't call me sir." Her lips pursed making me anxious to nag her.

We continued our journey through the suburbs. Vehicles that pass by make a little fanfare many foreign citizens who visit this place. Especially famous for its market 'Malioboro'. Walking along I saw a beautiful smile on his face. I am so grateful to be happy again now.

"I'll buy you a drink, yeah, you wait here." I nodded choosing the seats lined up neatly along the way.

I chose a chair not far from where I was standing. Looking at the city streets that began to die down the noise of street lights lit up but not completely. Take a mobile phone and skate in cyberspace.

"Excuse me."

I'm looking. The feeling of pain that initially began to dim is now present again. The smile that had been able to stop at my lips was now suddenly faded again. There are two feelings, happy because the person I admire comes. But behind it all, there is a feeling of hate, disappointment, because of the events of several years ago.

Immediately I shifted my face from his gaze choosing to see a more attractive mobile phone than the plain face that washed away. Although it is sad but it actually has something that is so painful. If I had no shame, I might have slapped that sinless face.

I had no intention of reprimanding him or greeting him, for I knew as much effort as there could never be. I felt the tremors in the chair I was sitting on, looking at the glimpse of him leaning on the chair and precisely next to me.

"What are you doing here?" I'd love to scratch that innocent face."Sit." Sit."

"I'm in college here."

Since when do I ask. Suddenly he answered a question I did not ask. Maybe he knows my heart asking for his whereabouts. I thought he was going to apologize again, but it was an illusion that he never realized it. I was the one who was too hopeful.

"Why are you sitting next to a cheap woman like me?" He looked at me softly, but implied a thousand meanings. "I'm a cheap woman."

"I'm a sneaky woman." With such a saying still made him not wince, silent without giving an answer.

"Women who always hurt other people, it's not appropriate to be paired with a good man like you. Too low to have anyone." He's still flinching.

Disappointed, sad, hate mixed into one. On the other side of the road there are those who want to cut down the profit Hamzah came at the right time. I took the bag beside me, put the phone in it. Lifting up the body and leaving the foreign man.

"Assalamualaik." I walked away without any reply to my greeting, indeed his ear was again covered.

I approached Hamzah he brought a cold chocolate drink and a little snack. He gave it to me, I accepted with pleasure. If I were still in this place I would likely meet that person again. The man who had been catapulting me deep into the clouds with a flash he dropped without guilt.

My footsteps found the destination the most comfortable place when the feeling was chaotic, the balcony of the house. Choose to sit on the long brown sofa. I stared at the sun that was about to sink. He was like the sun coming to give hope and leaving without news and then coming back again to put greater hope.

"Ra you're not papa?" I shook my head and lowered. "So I saw you talking to a man who?"

I looked up, did I have to tell him. However, it is not the time for me to open the prifasi that I have guarded. "I don't know, "I said looking ahead.

"You if there's a problem all right, don't run away from reality, Ra. Maybe I can help you." I looked at the twinkle in his eyes as if to persuade me to tell a story. I'm shaking. "Is he so painful that there's no talk even sitting close?"

I smiled at you."How can you conclude that she's so painful?" my many.

"Eyes, from the eyes. I can tell any problem from your eyes because the eyes can't lie."

I grunt. At times like this the shady-eyed man always gives me spirit. Maybe if I were without him, it would be like an angel who lost one wing. Although the incident has been many years, still the name wound is still a wound. Before hearing the explanation he continued to accuse me without pause. And that's when I found out how insignificant my life was in his service.

"If you need a shoulder pad ready to take it." I wiped the rough tears, looking at him. A smile he lay as if encouraging to continue to endure. I turned him a little closer I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I'm a cheap woman, Zah." He scrunched his forehead. "Who talks like that?" I'm shaking.

"Everybody has a past. So don't assume you're here yourself." I have a smile when I feel safe around that shady-eyed man.

"If I were to be confronted again with the past, maybe I would do the same as you or maybe ...." He hung a speech that made me curious. "Or the opposite?" Sergeahku fast. He just nodded.

"Life is not just about love, there is something more precious to family, friends, and ideals. Get whatever you want about love will come in time."

I have put my trust in this man. Give all the love that is still implied in the heart. "Are you going to be just like him? Leaving me when you find something new? " I looked up a little bit at his face.

"I'm your best friend, no matter what the circumstances I'll always be there for you. Making sure you're happy is my hope. I'm your best friend, and I'll be your front line if you need support and protection I'll be faithful to help."

His smile instantly turned the pain into happiness. Soft language and romantic treatment make me fall asleep in the foam can. Put great hope without fear of being broken. "Did you promise?"

"For that I can't be sure yet, because everything will change over time." I was immediately disappointed in his reply, I thought he would promise.

"What use do you have to say that you'll be my front line if you don't promise me?" shanka.

He rubbed my head slightly, smiling meaningfully without knowing the contents of his heart. "It all depends on whether you believe it or not. If you believe you will never doubt my words."

I was silent, fighting each other's arguments. Hamzah's words seemed to be a warning, somehow his words seemed to give hope to me or I just fantasized?

For a moment I looked at the moon that was illuminating, forming a crescent-like curve. The light so illuminating gives a warmth. Still loyal head perched on his shoulder makes the atmosphere turn comfortable I more sticky do not want to escape from the padded backrest.

"Do I have to be a moon for you to assume my existence?" I got up from the back of my back to ask for answers out of his mouth. A moment later, he rested his head again on his shoulder.

"You don't have to be the moon. I've realized your existence, whether I realize it or not I feel your presence, feel happiness when near you, and .. I also feel that feeling."

As if my ears were heating up, my brain thought hard to digest the word. I moved from my back to stare intensely and traced every inch of his face looking for answers to what he had just revealed.

"Woy, if you want to date tomorrow it's too bad!"

The sound of the bell made me turn my head, since when was Fahmi's brother there. I turned the ball lazily idling my concentration when I wanted to digest something.

"If you want to linger leaning on my shoulder, wait for me to justify you" he whispered.

Instantly my body stiffened when I heard a soft whisper in my ear. My heart felt like it was going to fall, he stepped away and left me to stay on the spot. Was I just dreaming? The thought of that mysterious remark continuously looming over oneself had difficulty understanding what had just happened.