Love Without But

The world is like Stopping

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Lyra turned on her matic motorcycle. After I sat there piggybacking in the back, he started to run it slowly. Lucky the weather this afternoon looks so bright shows no signs of rain, so the trip was smooth.

Almost before Maghrib time, Lyra and I had just arrived at their homes. I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower cleaning the body that felt sticky by sweat.

"Where have you been?" The sudden question from Abah surprised me.

"Nobody from everywhere, really, Bah, just followed Lyra to the campus doang bentar," I replied later.

"The bride-to-be, should not go far first. Pamali, sandekala," said Abah who again sat in the living room while enjoying a glass of black coffee. Last afternoon before leaving I had time to say goodbye to Mother Doang because Abah was no longer home.

"Yes, Bah, Dihinil right, now it's home. Thank God that was okay, really," I said reassuringly.

I did not dare to tell you about the incident this afternoon when Lyra and I fell from the motorbike until they collapsed and were taken to the health center. Because it will definitely make Abah angry and lecture me all out. Abah who still strongly believes in ancient myths always opposes my attitude that sometimes likes to contradict his mind. Like banning everywhere first if again waiting for the wedding day like today.

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Because I was not praying anymore, I said goodbye to Mother who was in the kitchen to go to Lyra's house.

"Tonight nginep in my house, yes, Dhin. Consider your farewell with me, starting on Saturday night tomorrow, right, there are already guards," pinta Lyra after I was at her house.

"The story is we're parting, is it?"

"Yes .. That's it, roughly. All of us eat boiled noodles together for the last time."

"End time? Where are we going?"

"Yes, the last time you nginep and eat boiled noodles with me before you release your single period, Dhinil, I mean mah." Lyra.

"Owh ... Okelahkalobo! later I said my mother first, yes, just said she wanted to play a daunted game," I replied with a thick pronunciation of intonation.

At Lyra's house there are only two parents and one younger brother who is still sitting on the SLTP bench. While his three sisters have a family and already have their own home.

The one who was identical to me was actually his third sister Lyra, whose name was Fatimah. Because Fatimah and I had one class at Elementary School and her Tsanawiyah school had also been together. Because all my friends who are sepatian already in marriage and family all, so I was friends with Lyra who was seven years old under me.

Not infrequently I also often get slanted talks from people around because of the truth that is still single at the age of more than twenty-five years.

"Dhin, you know, no, you are called a spinster and do not practice, you know, the same mothers who are gossiping in their stalls Bi Icum." One of the friends told me directly about what he heard while crossing a group of mothers. Every time I hear a complaint that makes the heart sore and hurt like that I can only wipe the chest trying to continue to pray to the Supreme Maternity to be immediately met with the best prospective priest. Although not infrequently this net to shed tears every time there is talk of people who I think do not feel that.

Apprehending and labeling myself as a spinster and not practicing. It was as if the soul mate could be regulated and driven by humans. Though man's duty is only to try and pray and then live the destiny that must be lived. For the matter of the soul mate, death, and sustenance is the secret of the Supreme Sovereign of All, without the interference of his servant.

***

"Ashiaapp ... Boss .... !" my answer mimics the words of Atta Halilintar youtuber billionaire who is viral in the virtual universe.

After the ready-to-eat boiled noodles in each bowl, we took them to the room. Eating a serving of boiled noodles while watching a horror movie. Although sometimes shrouded in overwhelming fear when it hurt the horror scene and make the fur goosebumps, but always makes us both feel curious to continue staring at the laptop screen.

Sometimes the sound of terrified screams could be heard from my mouth and Lyra which shocked the other housewives. But, we will immediately laugh giggling after getting a reprimand from Lyra's mother who was disturbed by the actions of the two girls.

While being engrossed with boiled noodle food and horror films as a complement. Suddenly my phone shook and rang loudly. Signs there's an incoming call.

"Dhin, hape lo tuh, the sound from earlier," said Lyra as she pointed her index finger towards the top of the nightstand.

"Please take dong, Ra!" my lazy door moved from the front of the laptop screen.

"Basic, you slacker!" gerutu Lyra grabbed the phone from the top of the nightstand and gave it to me.

"All right, dodol! kan, you are near there," I said while grinning.

"Thanks, yo, man," connect me after the phone is in hand.

Seen on the mobile phone screen, the name Mas Agung is making a call. Then I swiped the answer button and placed the square flat object in the left ear. While the right hand is still busy with a spoon of boiled noodles in front.

"Where is it?" ask the voice of an adult man from the other end of the phone.

"Obdom," I replied short."

"Normally where? right, you don't know if Adek's clock is usually here?"

"Emh .. again at a friend's house."

"Lyra?" tanya Mas Agung.

"Hu'um, who else, tho? Kan, the Adek who still nyisa only live Lyra," I replied grinningly twisting the eyeball towards Lyra. Lyra poked her lips back at my slopp.

"Dhinil again flanked by Kang Iwan, nih, Mas Agung .... " Suddenly Lyra's voice was already screaming near my ear towards the phone that was connected to Mas Agung.

I gasped a little at Lyra's spontaneous and unexpected loud voice. There is a sense of worry enveloping the heart if until the person on the other end of the phone hears Lyra's voice just now and deduces it himself without actual confirmation first.