Love Mita

The bedtime story

After his arrival at Enin's house he immediately cleaned up some of his personal belongings to be transported to the car. Not much because he was only there 2 nights.

"Fastly, Rama returned home again tiiseun." (tiiseun: deserted)

"You have to administer a visa in the past with some of the administrative requirements of Nin."

"Kaboghna left behind?" (kabogoh : girlfriend)

"It's not kabogoh yet, it's her brother who is fussing." Sena chimed in, maybe was issuing his frustration because it was still forbidden to be close to men.

"Grandson Enin casep na teungteuingeun kieu still rejected? Enin felt Enin's pride fall." sounded like a satire in Rama's ear. (teungteuingeun: delay)

"Mama's foster children, you don't agree with Papa."

"Tell?"

He could no longer cover his relationship with Mita. Any kind of cattle he covers will definitely be uncovered as well.

If love could choose who it would anchor to, it would still choose Mita for its heart. His heart was already deeply attached to someone he had only known for a few months. Non sense as ever Andri said, but real.

"It turns out that Papa often exaggerates that the human degree is the same as a bedtime story that does not apply to our family."

That is the reality, we can easily patronize this is someone else even though we ourselves are not necessarily able to run it. My mom and dad have a foster parent community

it is always said that every human being regardless of his social status has the same opportunity in any case. But it may not pass if the love affair with his own son.

"He didn't reject me. He just knows who he is who we are. Who are we, Nin? What sultan do we underestimate others, even if that person is us who charges for college? Can that be so?"

Rama continued to speak without looking at his Grandma or Sena. His disappointment was so deep that he had to decide to go to the US in order to release Mita more calmly.

Let go though unsure of being able to forget.

"I'm home, Nin. Take care of your health, don't be too tired." Kissed the hands of his grandmother who lived his one-on-one. Hugging it which he hoped could release his disappointed sense of little stuff.

"Sena, can you leave Enin with Brother for a second?"

Sena nodded then went to her room.

"Rama, you're all grown up. It is time to choose a serious one, which can accompany you to build a household. Not for fooling around."

"In our religion, it is permissible to choose a partner who is identical or equal. So parents can choose their children to find a suitable partner, if in Indonesia the seedlings bebet weights. In Islam there is also the name sekufu."

"Yes I understand, Papa is like that for my good. Eat it I give up, let me go far away. Later I will go home if I sincerely accept everything or maybe when he has been as close as Enin said earlier.''

Enin hugged him tightly, kissed the top of his grandson's head.

What's this name? Lost even though they have not had each other. Heartbroken even though he believes the woman he loves feels the same way as him.

Rama left Bandung before the adzan Magrib. He accelerates his steering wheel to immediately land at his destination.

Now he can leave Mita with more calm, his family already knows what the real story is like. At least he doesn't want Mita stamped bad by her family. Because it's not so.

After stopping at the rest area for Magrib prayer and buying a few hands, he continued his drive back. Arriving in Bogor was a little too late. The hour hand on his watch pointed almost to the number 9.

But unexpectedly, in front of the gate Mita was talking to a young man. Like going away because the man is trying to wear his helmet on the head.

On the road earlier he imagined he would meet Mita in his night clothes because it was night, but the real sight before his eyes made his heart feel hot that he was difficult to extinguish.

Many times the steering wheel of the car he fists indeterminate direction.

As soon as the man leaves, he honks the car horn hoping Mita hears and approaches. The third horn that he sounded was finally realized by Mita.

"Get in." That's all he said, not intending to go down to say hello.

"When are you here?" Mita greeted him from the window.

"Get in the car broke." Mita entered without opening the door as usual.

*****

Mita

Mita sat next to him looking at him, but the man next to her threw a glance out the window as if unwilling to stare.

"That's you know already malem, why nerima men dateng malem-malem?"

"Oh, that's me."

"Who is dateng malem-malem? Afternoon can."

When he saw Mita with the man, he wanted to vent his anger in front of Mita, but when the woman sat next to him, he couldn't.

"The view is late afternoon."

He was dizzy faced with such a situation.

"From afternoon home at this hour? So he ngabisin 2 times when praying with you. I'm here to see you, even look rich earlier. People if you squirm it was a rich woman again nganter his girlfriend wants to go home on the motorbike. Nyesel from Bandung came straight here, mending straight home earlier."

"I'm tired, you're tired too. Mending you home than you angry rich gini."

"Excused?" Rama turned his body to look at Mita

"I want to go out, I want to sleep I'm tired." He intends to open the car door. But Rama's hand stopped his hand from opening the door.

"No, I want to be with you first. Same hour I was here before the gate was locked."

Rama why? He never saw Rama with eyes like this.

"Yes I'm here, but you don't get angry. I didn't say anything, it was me from Cianjur stopping by here."

"Here, can I hug you?" Rama pulled his hand until their shoulders met. Drown his face under his chin.

"I'm not angry anymore, but stay here. I will not be able to come here often. You don't get rich earlier, don't be the same man let alone the night. I don't like it."

Rama always makes his position uncomfortable, all wrong. But being in her arms makes her really comfortable. Another fact that he enjoyed the presence of Rama by his side.

And his hair was soft, and his strange behavior today made him think that Rama was not doing well.

"You why? Why can't you come here often?" He pulled his head to look for honesty in the eyes of the man who had put him in a dilemma.

"I just want to say, I love you. You study seriously until graduation, take good care of yourself, don't disappoint those who love you." He became more convinced with his mind that something was going on.

"You why? You want to go?"

Rama pulled back his head, hugging him deeper and deeper.

"I'm going to the U. S., I'm gonna miss you there." America is far away. I will not see Rama for a long time.

He was unable to hold his tears from falling, his tears had wet Rama's polo shirt.

"I make you cry?" he pushed Mita away to wipe away her tears.

"Sorry.." he pulled back the puggung he pushed earlier.

*****

Ramah

"Do you love me?" felt a nod to his chest. Kissing the hair of the woman who made her life turn upside down.

"Take care of yourself for me?" Mita continued to nod without answering. But her crying sounded increasingly slashing.

"Don't cry."

Rama rubbed his face wet with tears.

"You want to go when you haven't tried my cooking. You're leaving because of me?" he heard Mita's words. Which heart does not hurt leaving someone loved because of impartial circumstances?

''Not because of you. I want to go back to school, be a great person for you. Here you are a good school, achieve your goals. So great man for me."

Once again he felt a nod of Mita's head in his arms.