LOVE WITHOUT SPACE
MBULE
A week went by with the occurrence of bitter sweets. Sweet because Mukti and Ayya have increasingly understood the character of Each of them, their communication is getting smoother with a sweet little debate.
They are always looking for solutions because Ayya said, “We do not expect change if not from self-awareness. That momentary change is useless. Like I said we want to live together forever. If Mas only changed because he pretended because now he was PDKT it would be sorry. So act like yourself. We just need to understand each other. I know the character of Mas, I know my character. And we seek to unite the vision of difference. Not equalize the difference because it will not be possible.”
“You are a small child but you can be more mature than ..” Mukti had not finished talking when Ayya cut the sentence.
“From Vio Intentions Mas? I don't like it compared to bandingin. And I also do not like you call YANK if the call is the same for Vio,” said Ayya quickly.
“Mas forgot to call him what Yank was, but surely he never called me Mas, and Mas also did not ask him to call Mas. Different to you, right?
“Sure ssaj Mas asked to be called MAS because he did not want to be called MR.” Ayya replied.
“No Yank, not because of that. But it's different if you call it Mas. Then sorry if Mas often compare because only you two have ever stopped in the heart even though the stop is different. It's not that he's gone, it's not that he's dead. But it was different,” Mukti tried to clarify what he felt. But the name is a feeling, it is difficult to describe with words.
“If at that time there was no tragedy of an empty house maybe Mas has not been the same as him. Mas made him the same because triggered desire alone. Mas is sure that if Vio rejects the feelings of Mas at that time, surely Mas will retreat. Mas do not want to call someone from the dream man he likes,” said Mukti.
“Buktinya Mas insistent kok same me,” reply Ayya. They were sitting on the back porch after dinner.
“Bener Mas insists on you, but you don't accept Arjun, you don't accept Carlo. You don't expect them. So Mas insist to convince that Mas is there for you. Same with Vio. Vio is just love with Made. But forced to accept Mas after an empty house trap. If there is no tragedy, of course, he will try to pursue love Made.”
“How is it possible?”
“Mas just found out after we routinely have sex. Once while having intercourse he unconsciously mentioned the name Made. Maybe he imagined doing it with that man of his dreams. That's when Mas knew that Mas was nothing to him. But I liked our wrong relationship. So it went on until Mas found out he aborted Mas's son. Since then, it has stopped completely. Because Mas was so injured there was a baby thrown out. Though at that time Mas did not know that Mas was a baby who was dumped by Mas' own mother,” Mukti took a breath considering he was a baby that Witri threw away after birth.
“And crazy again, the woman who became Made's wife was love to die to Mas,” Mukti's last sentence makes Ayya more shocked.
“Goshaaaa, what the hell are you doing. How about that?” said Ayya.
“That's it, our past that became endless circles. How to end in the form of an ambiguous circle, which in Javanese you call MBULET earlier?”
“People who Mas liked and now only realized when it was just love instead of love, love Made. And people who love Mas even become Made's wife, even though pregnant is not with Made.”
“Where now is that woman who loves Mas so much? I should know. If one day I meet, I can take a stand,” pinta Ayya.
“Mas has never had anything to do with Pricilla her ex-husband uh his wife Made. She was pregnant with her boyfriend while in Singapore and framed Made so they got married. We have no relationship whatsoever. There was never an intense conversation, nor did he ever meet her. No need to be extended about Priscilla,” said Mukti. He sips the honey of his.
“I will not extend. I just want to know and watch for a possibility. That could have happened. Moreover, he is now alone and once love died with Mas,” said Ayya.
