Love for Adita

Love For Adita 22

The clock on my phone showed at eight o'clock in the afternoon. Geez..What the hell dream am I? Until the gini wake up. Quickly I grab a towel and rush to the bath. There is no long bathing ritual that I often do. This morning I did everything expressly including putting on makeup. Today I also forgot what color clothes to wear, because I do not want complicated, I choose to wear a dress with a matching hijab. I grabbed my bag and got out of the room.

I ran towards the lake that was meant by Tristan earlier.

It turned out that everyone had gathered there in a green uniform. Oh my... Why can you forget anyway?

Then I looked at my own feet, I was still wearing hotel sandals.

Oh Allah.... What the hell happened to me?

" What the fuck are you, Dita? This is how you perform at my big show?" Tristan's voice was loud and loud insinuating me.

Between shame and crying on my face.

All my co-workers laughed at my stupidity today. I who always appear perfect now like a donkey that runs out in the water comberan.

" Shameful, Dita." Tristan rubbed his face rough.

I can only be ashamed. Blame yourself for appearing ridiculous at Tristan's landmark event.

It feels like my mistake today was patched up raw by Tristan.

" Adita.see me!" Jerky Tristan.

The falling tears made me not dare to look at Tristan. I'm ashamed.I'm ashamed of everyone.

" Get up Adita's face!" Stomach Tristan again.

Inevitably, I raised my face slowly.

(Today, the day you are waiting for, increases by one year your age is happy always.).

Songs from famous bands filled this place. The cheers from the applause of my co-workers made me realize that today is my birthday.

Tristan carries the writing.( Happy birthday dear Adita... I love you.)

My tears broke, I no longer ignored how shattered my face and appearance were.

Tristan came carrying a beautiful cake with a candlelight decoration bearing the number twenty-five.

" Come.pray.and immediately blow out the candle." Tristan said with a sweet smile.

I closed my eyes, offering a good prayer from the best especially for papi.

I blew the candle. Tristan hugged me tight. Their voices cheering us sounded crowded.

The cup! Tristan is pecking my forehead.

" Happy birthday dear . I love you. Sorry I managed to make a suprise for you." Whisper in my ear.

" Then Rere?"

" He's in this drama." Whisper again.

I pinched his stomach hard.

" It hurts baby..."

" That's a payback for you." I laughed happily.

" The happy birthday besti..." Rere hugged me tight.

Uh. I've been thinking badly about him.

" I'm sorry, I was invited by him to carry out his mission." Said Rere complaining.

" Look down. I'll execute him."

Tristan and Rere laughed compactly.

Now I can breathe a sigh of relief, Rere and Tristan. And apparently, Tristan only loves me.

***

The other co-workers are karaoke. Tristan and I spent time together.

" I love you, Adita."

I just kept quiet, confused how.

" Why silence? Don't you believe it?" Ask again.

" I'm confused, Tan." I'm lirih.

" Confused why? I have expressed love so much, but you have never responded. Or..."

" or what?" I cut off Tristan's words.

" Or maybe you don't have any taste for me." His face turned sad.

" Mum-not so Tristan. I.I just..." I hesitated to continue my words.

" Just what?"

" I just don't believe there will be any faithful men. I'm traumatized, Tan."

" We try, Tan. As much as possible I'll learn to know you first."

" How long does it take to get to know me? A week or two?"

" Maybe a year and a year." Reply relax.

" I can't be that long waiting for you, Adita. Please use a little logic. Your mouth just don't say. What if God changes his mind, changes our soul mate?"

" That means you're not my soul mate, Tristan." I casually responded to Tristan.

" Come baby... I want to immediately assume the status of your husband." Tristan clasped my hand.

" Look at me, I'm not a crocodile. Or just cut my chest! You'll find your name in my heart." The sheep.

" Your words are making me not believe you Tristan."

" uh! It's too hard to put yourself first."

" I look forward to your seriousness in facing me, Tristan."

***

After returning home from the villa, my relationship with Tristan improved. He is no longer the boss, but now he is my lover. Wherever Tristan is, I'm always invited. Sometimes our very intense closeness makes Ms. Ramita even more difficult.

Until one day when I visited Tristan's house, Ms. Ramita came to rebuke me, "Adita, your relationship is getting closer. If you can give me some advice, you should get married as soon as possible."

" But ma..."

" Have you not fully loved Tristan yet?"

" Don't you, ma?"

" Mama is afraid if you guys later .. Khilaf and commit adultery. You know Adita, if that adultery goes into a mortal sin." Ask my mom again.

" Mama believes in us, right? As much as possible we stay away from adultery, mama." I tried to shake off all of my mama's turmoil.

" Are you sure, Adita?"

" Yes ma." Reply definitely.

" Dear, let's go." Take Tristan.

" Uda ready to take a shower?" My toot.

" Uda's handsome yet?"

" Not yet."

" Cooked?" Tristan asked while kissing my cheek.

" Tristan!" Jerky mom.

I who never saw my angry mother became frightened.

" Please take care of your ethics, Tristan. You guys aren't halal yet. You can't just play nyosor." Mama advised her son.

" And you, Dita, please think again. Mama doesn't want you to get married after you're out of wedlock." My mother told me to leave me.

This time my mom was really angry with me.

" Mama why the hell?" Ask Tristan to me.

I just shrugged my shoulders as a sign that I didn't understand.

" Loh, haven't you guys been talking?"

Tristan asked confused.

" Anterin I'm home yuk?" I'm lethargic.

" Why go home? We're gonna watch."

"No interest." Answer's short.

" You're hurt by your mother's words, Dit?"

" No, she said that mom was all right. I'm the only one not ready to get married."

" I'm lacking what the hell to accompany you? What do I have to do to make you sure?"

" You're perfect Tristan. I'm the one who's not good at gratitude."

" Don't always blame yourself, Dita."

" Is that so?"

I walked out of Tristan.

" Adita's... Don't be like this, dong.." Tristan pulled my hand.

" We solve this problem with a cold head. Sorry if Mom demands that we get married. It's not just mama and papa who are afraid, I'm afraid if I get together too often. If you knew Dita, I would always feel guilty if we touched, hugged even when we kissed. I'm afraid the devil is pushing us to have marital relations without marriage. Please Adit, think this through." Pinta Tristan.

Tristan touched my face with both hands, "I love you.. Adita."