Love is Not Just a Word

The roar of tears

"Where's beb?". Vina.

"We are going to Siska aja yuk, so later also do not look for - search pas sampe there, just leave together to go home with hehe". I said snobs a wkkw

"Ohh yaudah if that's not okay Ma'am Eka - what, tumben has an idea Hahaha... ". Said my other friend who uses his own motorbike. Because Siska was fucking with my friend again.

"ngledekkk, yaudah ayok puter back". I said as I slowly hit my friend's shoulder earlier.

"maap yo beb, but it's a little more kok hehe..". I nodded with a smile, but in my heart something stuck. Yeah about Arman, why does he keep calling and whatsapp me when I go home? What time's home?

"Yes, that's okay, Sister Siska. Santuyira". Friend said.. While waiting and talking - talk is not clear, finally so also the process of patching the tires. Don't forget one obligation when maen. Especially maen together kayak gini, cekrek cekrek. Some selfie photos are stored in the gallery Vina, because the camera is clear and many filters wkwkwkwk.

DRRTTT DRRTTT Drtt

Long vibrations continued approaching on my phone hit 21.00 WIB. Guess who called me. And sure enough my guess. The phone was clearly Arman. Huftttt is like a new kid looking for his mom.

"Can you go home?, go home now!". One of the messages I received from Arman. But he seems very angry. I do not pengubrisnya, later if I think there is just a problem that exists, not long after I read from the many he sent a message to me. My cell phone battery runs out and the phone dies instantly. The huftttt biarin lahh. Then I can relax with my friends.

We travel all over our malioboro even through digang - a small alley "Sark**". Walking is good if the malem - gini malem, especially when the atmosphere of Ramadan gini, even though many pass by but still fun, we are breastfeeding way Tugu Jogja Station, and, 3-star hotels even up to 5-star. Do not forget to take photos, take videos.

"Jeeznn eke want to go in there, the guy must be handsome - handsome can". Said this old newly-worked boy, cute but ben*ong wkwkwkw.

"Yaudah sono enter aja sono, ntar we stayin lo yourself just know the taste ". Siska with its distinctive language. He is a native jogja but his father from Palembang so yes if you say a bit loud.

"You gradually eh kemalaman no beb, we have also been here quite a long time.". Siska.

"Yes beb, the people of the house have also told to go home properly". Because it was already farewell to my parents, but ttep is sought. This is the fate of the home people.

"Why didn't you say beb,??" Siska

"Hehe doesn't feel good, man,".

"Yaudah yok back home, I also sleepy nih daritadi nguap continue to carry it". Said my friend named Fira who came from Tangerang.

"Daaaa, see you next time gais gais". Vina said with a wave of her hand to Siska. Me and the others too. Because Siska's different direction to her own house. While the boarding house Vina, Miss Vira, and my house are in line.

"Assynoga". How come no one answered?. I opened my mother's bedroom door. It turned out to be sleeping, I closed slowly. It turns out my brother is sleeping too.

I decided to go straight into the room.

"Clean - clean continue praying isya' first deh, oiya mobile phone where mobile phone. I cas first, all of you live aja dehh". Just realized that I'm babbling on, anyway,.

I turned on my connection, the phone rang instantly, it was from Arman

"Have you not come home yet? What time is it?!". "Now get out of your room" . Without answering and hurrying I came out still wearing my face. I saw a big box and another one. Hima's? Why is he here? And where's Arman?. It doesn't touch that box at all

" Mas Hima? Whynot? Where is Mas Arman? He said up ahead? "

"fr.. Arman up ahead there Ka". Why is Hima so nervous?. What the hell is this really about.?

"But Mas Arman?". I saw Arman sitting on his bike playing a cell phone.

"Are you satisfied with the play?! ". "I want to say something to you". What did Arman say and why is he so angry?

"What did you say, Mas?".

"But you just prayed? Why didn't you pray there? You want more maen than Nduk prayer?". Since Arman saw me still wearing a mukena, he finally told me to change my clothes first he wanted to talk, Lhoh Hima where? Why isn't there? I saw Hima Lhoh!. It's so weird today.

" I saw Arman back busy with his phone ". In makeshift clothes, I rushed to Arman.

"Udah?". I'm nodding.

"Mother I'm sorry earlier, I want to ask you something the same you can?". Tumben ask permission usually if you want to ask also directly say. Make people curious.

"Well, why the hell? Want to ask what?, oiya mingan there just talk so good Mas, "

"Sound, Mmmm... No need to stay here, it is also delicious while looking at the stars". I became suspicious.

"So I saw Mas Hima there too?".

"Him.. Hima?? No Himaa Ka, I'm here by myself".

"Mmm already back to that, Samean want to ask what Mas?". It seems he started talking

"Gini nduk, do you love me?" I nodded and looked at him sharply.

"Mmm gini I don't know where to start, which obviously I also still love you nduk. The ka.. If we split up, aren't you sad?". Huh huh? Be separated? What's he talking about? Why did the topic suddenly split?. My tears began to reminisce, I tried to breathe long by raising my head up so that tears would not fall.

" why ask that? Yes definitely yes.. Hix... Hix. Must be sad, you don't want to continue our relationship?" I sniffled - sedu. I am still traumatized by the word separation, I do not want to separate again with the person I love.

"So I didn't mean it" Arman held my shoulder but I refused. The pain of this heart could not be restrained anymore, I then moved from my seat. Because we were sitting in the house. But Arman pulled my hand so I could stay. I was silent without a word, but I spoke