Longsuffering

Jealous

I am the curse of the past

stuck to your promise

then turn to look at self-reliance

i. must pass.

because they want you too much

-Wita

Jakarta, Vishnu-Wita

"Likes?" ask Vishnu to Wita.

A moment ago, Wita who seemed to groan softly in fear and fear had he tried to calm down. "Can you walk alone? or am I carrying?", asked Vishnu to Wita who quickly got the answer to the headband of the Wita.

"Hahahaha.

Vishnu accompanied Wita to walk slowly through the crowd of people from the shoulder of the road scattered by broken glass and blood. "Don't look, focus ahead!", Vishnu pinta as Wita paused his steps.

Arriving at the Vishnu car parked far from where Witanya squatted, Vishnu now stared at Wita who closed his eyes leaning on the back of his car seat. Seen slowly and deeply, his wife was anchoring his heart since he - Vishnu- stuck the anchor of the heart on the theme of the promise he had denied!

"Don't look at it for long!"

"Hahahahah, he said", replied Vishnu. Undeniably, his anger this afternoon saved a lot of longing for this woman. Her helplessness has tarnished fighting loyalty to win the heart of the woman she admires. "Eat first yes?", continued Vishnu when he looked at Wita appeared weak in silence and kept thousands of secrets alive. Her soft lips looked dry, her eye bags blackened and her facial skin still looked sweaty.

"Do not. I just go home!", replied Wita slowly.

"It's not so Wit, I'm really lager. haven't been able to eat directly ngacir here. Before you go home, I eat first!" persuade Vishnu to the Wita.

Wita opened her eyes, straightened her sitting position and confirmed her hijab which had felt a mess. "Dad. can..".

"Good.", Vishnu's smile then put on his seatbelt and started his car.

The journey to Vishnu's place for his first dinner with Wita was very short. Because now he is in a satay stall on the outskirts of Jakarta.

"Well, okay?", asked Vishnu to Wita to make sure his car was parked on the shoulder of the road.

"Eat in the car? or there?", Vishnu directed his eyes at the satay stall which is now filled with arborists.

"Just be there" replied Wita.

"OK. wait a minute!", said Vishnu as he opened the car door and sauntered out. Wita's passenger door was opened to make sure the beloved woman was okay.

"Thank you. ", replied Wita smiling.

"sama-samaa.", said Vishnu happily.

"This is my favorite place in college" said Vishnu while waiting for his order to arrive. "I'm not even the most luxurious men can only eat here", continued Vishnu who invited a smile Wita.

Vishnu could not stop his smile when the Vita showed such beautiful behavior. "Keep smiling like this Wita, no more crying like that!"

Now Wita stared intently at the Vishnu. Looking at every corner of his face and saying, "Excuse Wita, mas Vishnu...!"

Oh Wita. Please, your speech and gaze have etched a deep sense of regret and hope for you.

"I'm the one who should apologize Wita, I'm the one who made that wound. I'm the one who needs to get an apology from you!"

Of course, if Wita had to find the mastermind of everything that happened in his life wound, then for Vishnu, Vishnu is the right one to get the accusation.

"The wrong woman, Wita should not have fulfilled Tara's wish"

"I was angry at that time Wita, feeling that half of my life was gone you took away from all my beliefs. Without me realizing it, you're the woman who has kept my love in such an expensive place for me to reach back now".

"Currently.Let me redeem everything Wita. Come back to me who was never perfect. Come back to me who hurt your heart. Come back to me who has become this widower. Come back to me, Wita!.."

"Trust me. I don't trust myself to get your love, Wita. But I will do anything to make you happy!"

Nowow.. Wita was silent staring at the ring embedded in her ring finger. He did not have the courage to believe that happiness would be the word finish in his life goals.

As the Wita dwells trying to digest everything that is happening today, the scent of their ordered satay begins to feel sharp in smell.

"The spices separate as usual?", asked the owner of the satay stall while presenting satay that had just been burned.

"Wish. brother has not forgotten my taste" replied Vishnu while keeping an empty plate for himself and Wita.

"branch of mah will not forget, you who forget the rich. I've had success with the roadside satayman, lewaaat".

"Hahahaha, no bang, I just came here again" replied Vishnu.

"Just as your friend who often here to eat satay here linger the same you used to, the artist. Just got here yesterday. Want to eat with you he said", said the sate trader.

"God.. Lastri emang doyan sateenya brother, not kangen the same I laaah", replied Vishnu while putting some rice dossier to the plate owned by Wita. Then he spoke softly and looked at the Wita, saying, "So here??..".

Truly Vishnu is treating Wita in such a way. Making Wita feel like a woman who is enduring pain and burying the fragility of her heart with grief.

Wita can only nod slowly along with his concentration listening to the ravings of traders sate subscriptions of Vishnu and.. Lastri.

Wita was unable to regulate her heartbeat, which now beats more than 100 times per minute. What did that satay merchant just say? Lastri who crowned himself as a close friend of Vishnu was in fact true to have existed in his Vishnya life for a long time. The acrtis deserves a match with Vishnu who is equal in any case. Unlike her, the weak woman who was born from a simple family and is now trying to fight with dreams and the reality of her soul state that is not okay.

Wita's face is now heating up and immediately wants to emphasize the food in front of her.

"Likes?", asked Vishnu who saw Wita so greedy eating the food he suggested "Add more?", asked Vishnu again.

Wita then drank the water that was in front of him, finished unceasingly and kept it back. She covered her lips with tissue. "No need .", replied Wita briefly.

"I am not a Pastri who likes to linger eating satay with Vishnu mas here", continued Wita with sentences and tones that invite questions for Vishnu.

Vishnu frowned, trying to understand the sentence and rhythm of the sound that came out of his lips. For a moment of guessing, was that true? or just his curiosity?

"How is this?", said Vishnu who seemed hesitant to move from the dining chair of the merchant satay suburban road. He was still sitting faithfully in his chair, suddenly making Wita sit back after he stood up to get away from this satay stall.

"What is it?", asked Wita who looked full of questions.

"I still want to be here, do we order some more stitches?", asked Vishnu.

"Mas Vishnu is still hungry?", asked Wita hesitantly.

"No. I still want to linger here, just like you.. Wow!!"

The expression of the heart that incised for a moment the love that Wita wanted to imbue in the soul. Make the night in the noise of the capital city scattered the beauty of longing that roars on the breast. Wita is now silent fixated, stuck on the game of heart that he played himself.

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