Longsuffering

Relativly?

Duhai heart..

pin me a pair of daggers

because of my arrogance you're bowed now

hugged the miss for a moment and left

leaving behind a sweet trace of true love

-Wita

Jakarta, Wita - Vishnu - Teh Rumi - Lastri

The Vita sat before Vishnu and did not move because Vishnu's little daughter held the Vita. Wita, had to sit in a chair that Adhis deliberately moved to be occupied face to face with Vishnu. Adhis sat in Wita's lap and refused to break away, whereas all the way he sat in Wita's lap to make his left hand a little cramp.

The atmosphere of Vishnu's room this time felt different for him. More warm, fresh and bright scented. Though the color of the paint he uses is gray which tends to be dim, the choice of dark colors is dynamic in other ways. The ashes he deliberately chose for his room in order to create a calming atmosphere intended for a good night's sleep.

Not many know, if in fact he was only able to close his eyes a few hours in each night. For the rest, he will busy himself with the work in his room. Not because of the urgent work, but the drowsiness that is difficult to get is the main reason.

"Mother Wita who made it?", asked Vishnu to the woman while sipping a warm wedang that is in her grasp. Now he is sitting perfectly on the edge of the rajang and using sandals that he uses as footwear to avoid the fever that has just disappeared.

He saw Adhis remained attached to Wita's lap while leaning his face on the woman's chest while playing the doll of his gift. What a beautiful sight for his heart today.

"Mamah Rumi who made it", replied Adhis while continuing to stick to the hijab of Wita which decorated brooch of Vishnu.

"Mas Vishnu.. shouldn't be too sapped!" Said Wita suddenly.

"ahahahaha. I think I need a rest. Not what kind of pain".

Of course. indeed Vishnu did not feel exhausted. He is used to working with the time he has. He even often argued with his brother due to his busyness that exceeded reasonable limits.

But after his sincerity yesterday released the woman before him, the body of Vishnu seemed to ask for time to 'rest'.

"It should be. the diet is also maintained!", said Wita.

Since being in Vishnu's car, Wita continues to be given an outpouring of Rumi Tea which is more precisely called babble, "Wishnu is crazy about work... if not diingetin to go home like it could go home bedug at dawn".

Then a few moments later on the way Wita also heard the complaint of Rumi Tea about Vishnu's eating habits, "eating too. kudu dyingeti wae, fortunately Andra who can keep collaborating. Tetuh likes nitip bushel food to Andra. hehehehe".

Wita heaved a heavy sigh considering what Rumi Tea said just a moment ago. Do you not know Vishnu? if you hear the word pain that you are experiencing makes Wita's heart plump?

Wita then raised many questions to Vishnu.

"Yesterday home from the house of the deceased sir Hermawan what time?"

"Ten nights"

"Have you dinner?"

"Forgot.."

"What time is it back to Jakarta?"

"Former morning"

"The hydra that drives?"

"alone.. Andra's coming home first"

Vishnu continued to answer the questions posed by Wita. Listening to the woman's melodious voice was opium. Ah. so sweet! He will let this day stay like this. I won't talk about work. I won't talk about the wedding of the woman in front of him. He will be a little selfish and enjoy. Let it..! although tomorrow the story will end at the end of love not until.

Wita continued to stroke the top of Adhis's head until the boy was almost asleep. It seemed that Wita was unaware of what she had said just now. Without thinking for a long time he said again, "shouldn't be that.. !"

He stared at the Wita who was holding Adhis in his lap. The woman who kept stroking the top of Adhis's head gently. Vishnu then said, "yes.sorry! not gonna be anymore".

Hearing Vishnu's answer, Wita realized from the meaning of all his words. He looked up at Vishnu and looked at Vishnu for a moment. Can he correct his words?

However, luck seems to be on her side when Rumi Tea suddenly sits on the lips of the bedroom door and says, "let's eat first! Teteh already make rib soup let nyes to the body".

Vishnu smiled and stood up from his seat. "let's eat first! Adhis let me put my sleep".

Being at the dining table of this house, with the woman who was on his left side was his dream for a long time. Since he bought this land from Burhan with money from his hard work while single.

God always has many ways to fulfill his dreams. Although it is true, we cannot be greedy with the dreams we want to achieve. Look, that's more than enough.

Vishnu smiled when he saw his brother excitedly arranging his homemade dish just now. He could clearly hear Teh Rumi singing the Rita Sugiarto song of the night train. Vishnu can confirm that this is all because of the work of Rumi Tea. The one who has made her brother so happy, brought Wita to this house even though it will only be a mirage.

When all the dishes were ready, there was faintly the sound of guests. His voice was getting closer.

"Hey.. Lastri.. happened to come here, we again want to eat here and here!", said Rumi Tea to the guest.

Lastri then approached Vishnu and kept two boxes of cookies on the dining table. "Vishnu.. how are you better?, here I bring your favorite food"

"Alhamdulillah... better" replied Vishnu. "thank you yes..".

Wita was now speechless, trying to understand the situation. LASTRI, is the person he thrust to accompany Vishnu is not it? But why when he heard 'your favorite food' his heart even throbbed. He must then try to regulate his breath and body's reactions, for the will he always imposes.

A moment Lastri greeted Wita "Eh. There was a guest turned out. How's Teacher Wita doing?"

"well mba.." replied Wita briefly.

The atmosphere of the kitchen was now preoccupied with the sound of clinking dishes and chatter that was incomprehensible, too classy!

Of course, Lastri is now telling about his experience playing a movie called Cinta Dusk which is located in the city of Florence, Italy. Greeted enthusiastically by Vishnu because the city has a wealth of eccentric architecture. Adhering to the concept of Renaissance or medieval, the charm of the city of Florence is amazing for Vishnu.

The chat was peppered with the response of Teh Rumi who did not want to lose to compete with the guest and his sister. "aaah..pajna mah Italian chapter Cristiano Ronaldo jaga, Juventus dead price!!!"

The absurd rant of Rumi Tea suddenly invited the laughter of the inhabitants of the dining room. In their laughter, Vishnu took the time to throw a small plate next to the plate owned by Wita, Vishnu then whispered, "the chickpeas taro here!"

Vishnu, who had been observing women beside him, realized that chickpeas were foods that Wita did not like.

"Owh ya Wis.", Lastri tried to break Vishnu's attention. "Thank you yesterday, I loved it".

"waah. alhamdulillah if you like", replied Vishnu relaxed.

While hearing the chatter of the two, a lump of heart that was in the middle of the room was burning, the heat was emitting a pulse of illegibility.

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