
The more I feel lost. The man who gave me spirit is now happy to live his life. Start a new life with a new page, a new story and a new situation. This time I felt lost. His heart has now turned, all attention and affection is addressed only by one person, namely Nadira!
Indeed this is my decision so whatever the consequences I have to accept. During this time Hamzah's speech about promises will not hurt, always protect, will be the back and the forefront and much more is an opinion. Sweeteners in the beginning in order to believe in a promise without proof.
Since Nadira's presence, Hamzah has made a lot of time for him. Doing chores together, to the cafeteria together, coming home with almost every activity they both. On the other hand I am happy to see Hamzah finding his happiness again, but on the other hand I am also disappointed now that Hamzah and I rarely communicate. What if they keep close together? Do I have to go to cover this wound?
"Sir, here." I turned to the source of the sound, the mother was relaxing in the living room. "What's up, Bun?"
"Pad's color there is a project in Jakarta we while going there, you don't mind right?"
I thought of a little mother's invitation. There are times when I need time to forget everything. I nodded in agreement. "How long? "
"It's only about five, but if the project is quick, we can go home early." Mother stroked my head wrapped in hijab while smiling.
"Yes, Bun. But, I say yes the same friends happen to be there will be a climbing event so all of you, can you, Bun?" Mother nodded at me directly hugging her.
All the equipment is ready to wait for another friend. The climb this time is quite far, it takes about an hour to get to the top of the hill. According to the recommendation of this hill has a beautiful view, this is evidenced by climbers who have set foot on this hill.
I glanced at him at a glance, at the corner of Hamzah's car and Nadira was joking. A red tinge was often seen on Nadira's cheek, when Hamzah had him overpowered. They laugh and are happy without me, so I will leave without you.
The anticipated journey finally arrived, the climbing route has a fairly steep terrain. It takes a little energy to get to the point. Maybe for all of them this is nothing, the proof is that they continue to hold hands. Forgetting me in trouble.
Stretching out both hands I exhaled a long breath inhaling a bit of air that was so soothing. Look around at how beautiful creation is and soon I will leave it. Finally reaching the top, I put down my backpack and walked down the street looking at the scenery.
No exception they, Hamzah and Nadira they held a mat and issued snacks with drinks as a companion. They both looked like they were on a date. I just caught a glimpse of it, not wanting to linger long to see their affection.
However, my view was shifted when the place where Nadira would sit there was a pointy wood without him noticing . Immediately I shouted from a distance and pushed him away from the wood.
"Revelation!" I pushed Nadira to make her fall. The scratches on my hands made my blood flow. I groan in pain. "Nadira! You're okay, aren't you?"
Hamzah held Nadira's hand while blowing it slowly. Nadira smiled at Hamzah's attentive look. I looked at them with sadness, still I wished for the man.
"I don't know your mind, Zah! Zahra is hurt, you worry about other people. Don't be stupid for love, Zah!" I don't know from when Siska was by my side. However, Hamzah did not flinch and continued to worry about Nadira.
Siska pulled my hand away. Taking the medicine box wrapped my wound with gauze. Even so, the pain is not in the hands but in the heart. Where did the sweet promises of Hamzah go.
"Tomorrow to go to Jakarta." Siska stopped the gauze wrap in my hand, staring questioningly. "You're kidding, aren't you?" I shook my head slowly. However, Siska even laughed as if my words were not true.
"Only today do I have time with you." Siska fluttered as I hugged her quickly. Slowly he returned the embrace. "You're not avoiding trouble anymore, are you?" Siska cupped my face with both hands. I'm shaking.
"How long?" I wiped the rough tears. "Maybe five days." Siska.
"Jude, pack your things, we'll walk again to a more beautiful place."
Carrying a fairly heavy backpack to my back. Although a little wound in the hand however, it did not shake my will to enjoy for a moment before I left tomorrow.
Judging from the way Hamzah had strengthened my reason for leaving. I'm no longer mean, he's happy with his new thing. Everything is no longer meaningful, promises are free if inversely proportional to the fact.
I just stared annoyedly at them always holding hands. Helping each other through steep rock roads. And I, only helped by my best friend because I had to.
Smile always lay Hamzah, Nadira did not hesitate to menjahilannya snapped it, or joked more on Hamzah. There's a little bit of disappointment, is this what it's like to let someone go?
I spread my eyes to the side of the road looking at the passing car. The decision to stay away should I do immediately include parting the vehicle with Hamzah. But there was no vehicle I could ride. Even seeing me alone, Hamzah doesn't care about me at all. I was confused how to go home if the signal home call was inadequate. I just wish there was a miracle.
The motor horn surprised me I looked at that face I was a little relieved there was at least some hope of going home."Haven't come home?"
The man stopped his bike in front of me. Take off the full face helmet that covers his face. I smiled at the fact that there was at least a ride home.
I am glad to accept his invitation. Apparently, someone still cares about me. My eyes became more and more heavy asking to be immediately closed. However, seeing the road conditions does not allow to sleep in this position.
"Would you eat first?" I smiled at assent. A motorcycle pulled over on the side of the road, he took me to eat at a roadside cafe.
The service in the cafe is very good, let alone see the current model of this cafe. With a little decoration hanging over the colorful roof adds to the cheerful impression. The order came immediately I devoured it to the toilet. Drink milk juice as a dessert. Reno was playing with her phone, while I was busy drinking.
Netraku caught the couple who were by the window. My eyes are round, they are Hamzah and Nadira. They seem to laugh happily without any burden.
"I want to go to Jakarta." Reno dropped her phone until it lay on the table. My forehead wrinkled at Reno's changed expression.
"You sure?" I nodded for sure. Sip a little leftover dessert drink.
I occasionally glanced at the couple who were eating the food. Hamzah smiled happily, different when I was with me first. He was never this happy. "You want to know about Nadira?"
I turned to Reno who was staring at Hamzah who was sitting at the table. He exhaled slowly preparing to tell me something that intrigued me. "Hamzah with Nadira for returning the favor." My forehead was confused by his words.
"Reply?"
"Huum. When his father Hamzah's company went bankrupt, Nadira helped the company by working with his company. So until now still Hamzah will always be with Nadira."
My fingers squeezed into each other, apparently because Hamzah's return was often close to Nadira.
"You want their samperin?" I shook my head, where perhaps I would be the display of seeing their romance. "I also know that you love Hamzah." My eyes grew shocked at what Reno said.
"Then we go home." I followed Reno's steps towards the bike darting home.
Sitting in the back seat makes me careless, I imagine how sweet it is to eat both. Looking at each other for food. But, honey, I'm not in that position.
A breeze hit my face, it felt cold to greet my face. The air was so cold it made my body shiver a little. There is no talk only silence that accompanies us both.
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I stared at the white paper. The lines of writing neatly arranged to deliver my departure. All was clear, no one expected my presence anymore. My best friend was happy with someone else, forgetting all the promises he had made. I was hard leaving this city of my birth even though it was only a short while.
"Are you really going?" I was breathing tired I felt. Staring inside this hijab-wearing woman next to me. I nodded in agreement. "If it's your decision, I'm advertising." I clenched his body back. The warm embrace of Siska calmed my mind.
He stretched out a hug cupped my face with both hands. "My last request, please see Hamzah tell him you want to go." I nodded this in order to satisfy Siska's request.
Siska led me to a class to meet Hamzah who she said was doing the job. A tight grip is not let go smiling along the way without turning away. I saw her beautiful face, a face that I will miss for the next few weeks.
However, Siska stopped looking flat ahead, I who was originally looking at her face became confused. Curious, I looked ahead.
A sight I should never have seen. Nadira comfortably leaned against Hamzah's shoulder, while Hamzan rubbed his head. I shouldn't have come here to see this couple who's drunk. Siska clasped my hands tightly without moving from the spot, while I just mutely looked at their affection.
"Zah, Zahra is leaving." Hamzah did not turn his head at all, busy with his cell phone and Nadira who was writhing spoiled on his shoulder.
"Go." Just a word could break my heart. With that ease she let go of me and turned with another woman.
Siska pulled my hand quickly to get close to Hamzah. However, I stopped shaking slowly saying that there was nothing more to explain.
I glanced at the streets, the places I often visited, the streets full of memories, and everything that happened now was just a wish. I will forget it indefinitely, until I am ready to start over again.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, exhaling quietly considering everything that has happened. I've been hoping. But, it dropped back. Cars are splitting the city streets into new cities with new beginnings. I have no regrets that today I decided to leave. Because the source of my happiness has been lost without explanation.
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