Love In Silent's

Dia

As if my eyes did not want to blink even a little at all, as soon as I saw the motorcycle taxi driver named Yusuf was suddenly rented in front of my house, I think this is strange and this has crossed the proper line, I should avoid it because it could be that he has bad intentions with me, as soon as our faces looked at each other instantly, his face immediately beamed when he saw me opening the door while looking at him, I quickly closed the front door before she greeted me and as much as possible I tried to seem to not know what even though I was a little restless with her presence around my residence. if the situation is like this then what about my current condition and now what should I do in each morning, so as not to meet or cross paths with that person.

***

right at 5 am after performing dawn prayers, I immediately rearrange my merchandise as usual day, he said, but today was a little different with the day before the man moved to the housing complex around me, one by one my bottles of herbs put in the basket, he said, my intention of leaving early in the morning was none other than that I should avoid most likely meeting with Yusuf, but this was happening beyond my reasoning, right when I opened the door when I was about to leave for the market, without me knowing it turns out that Yusuf was already in front of the boarding house was doing stretching movements alone on his boarding page.

"eh mbak miranda !" he greeted me, I was immediately shocked when I heard that voice

"you!!!. . why did you wake up in the morning !"

"i want this sport !"

"oh, that's it !"

"yes mbak, mbak miranda himself want what?, why bring the merchandise at this hour !?"

"hah .. I want this .. naro my herbs in the market !"

"oh I guess I want to start selling in the morning so that later it will not pass me !"

*breathing: meeting

"haha how could I be like that !" I said while smiling bitterly

"want me to take you ?"

"eh . no, do not need to mas, I want to go alone, you continue the sport !"

"no papa mbak, I happen to still be happy !"

"i can really go alone !"

"tambak mira .. not good loh refuse the help of others with good purposes like me!"

"yes ?"

"wait a minute, I'll take my bike !"

"c.h .. !"

and finally the plan that I think and I arranged well since last night really failed miserably, which ended me into the market in between by Yusuf using his flagship motorcycle. as a result I really put my wares in the shophouse that I just rented a week ago just like that, exactly the same as what I said earlier, then I went straight home with the yusuf again.

"take !, cold huh ?"he said stale

"yes !" answer me ketus

"yeah ? is that doang ?" he said with a slightly up tone

"you asked, right ?!"

"yes "

"i answered you !"

"jeez, Miranda has become a woman !"

"continue ?"

"care what about mbak !"

"sorry but I'm not that kind of woman !"

"hehe yes mbak, I'm just kidding !"

"other times don't ever joke with me, because I don't like !" obviously, for a while Yusuf was quiet for quite a while and the atmosphere was calm and crisp

"so nice money so husband mbak mira !" as soon as my eyebrows frowned upon hearing, those words came out of his mouth

"yes, it's like !"

"why ?"

"the reason is that Miranda is beautiful, that's why she is so independent !" for a moment I turned silent because I returned to my thoughts with mas hajun who might have built his new household with the woman, while I have to live hard with the little one who is still in this stomach.

"take !" call Yusuf to wake me from my daydream.

"yes !!"

"kok diem aja mbak ? I didn't say what !"

"yes it is horrifying !"

"what's trying ?"

"i'm pretty, right ?" and at once Joseph chuckled when he heard my words

"why laugh ?"

"so bad pede mbak !"

"you didn't say that just now, did you ?"

"yes anyway, but I don't mean that, after I say it's not ?"

"oh, it's a horror !"

"what's trying !?"

"anything with horror!, what did you say ?"

"pft . that means that Miranda mbak did not hear what I just talked about earlier!, if you do not hear it is okay, anyways it is not important !"

"ck there's just one !"

after passing the journey that is not too far and satisfied to talk I finally arrived at my home again.

"later, don't insist on going to the market alone rich earlier !"

"yee likes to like me !"

"don't do that!, the journey is a little far away, pity her baby sister who is in the stomach mbak !"

"you think I want to walk there really!, I can take the transport !"

"yes, yes, but I'm ready to do it !"

"haaaahh . It's up to you that I give it up !"

***

when I needed a protector by my side why it wasn't him but someone else who replaced him.

in the western sky, the sunlight began to set

now he was just a strand of story that had become a sadness.

I don't think I'll ever be able to call his name again even if I scream, but unfortunately your name always comes back and disappears among the bits of air that surround me, and now I have no more strength to endure it, for he has thrown me away and left me.

A day to love the day that is going to go away, a day so sad that even the sky might cry, that I would go in the rain as if this was all he had arranged in such a way as to deprive me of his memory.

When it rains and when it rains, I somehow miss the one who never misses me, not the rain or the wrong sky when it rains, but there was something wrong with my heart, why it made me feel sad at once.

Waiting for a time and an answer from the time when I will meet him again or not at all, with tears that pour I want to forget him, he said, I want to go there because I still miss him, I really want to look for him, but unfortunately he is still the same as back then, in that place and with that person looking at me with a contemptible gaze, he said, but the truth is I still love him wholeheartedly even though my heart has been hurt by him.