Lovers Payment

Depressions

Abbas Kurniawan

The twenty-year-old grimaced while holding his still bruised lips, smearing the ointment alone. What a pity, after treating his wound. Abbas threw himself in bed.

"Hah .. when I started moving on, I met again. How can you forget you, Nai?" his chatter on the ceiling of the room.

His hand grabbed the phone on the nightstand, shifted the screen and stared fondly at the photo that was displayed.

The girl on the screen looked sweet with a smile engraved on her tiny lips. Abbas began wandering in memory a year ago.

That afternoon he was bored, his ex-girlfriend continued to disturb upset. His phone rings because of spam.

Abbas got up and grabbed the keys, put on a t-shirt and immediately darted through the streets of the city.

Tucked in plain sight, the hustle he turned back and chose towards the outskirts of town. A lot of young girls are getting along with their girlfriends along the way.

A familiar sight for an Abbas Kurniawan, for him there is no word of love, he often changes partners just to fulfill his obsession.

Passing a fairly long bridge, he chose to stop his moge and gazed down, the river of swift current greeting his vision.

Abbas was pensive for a long time, until the sound of someone shouting interrupted him. The gondrong man turned to look for the origin of the voice.

Across the street, there he saw the girl. The girl who had stirred her heart and reigned in there.

Naina, the girl was rebelling when a man forced her into a car. The man looked angry and irritated, a slap almost drifting down his smooth cheek if Abbas did not stop him in time.

He threw the heavy hand, holding Naina in his arms. The girl sobbed, hiding in Abbas's arms.

Abbas broke a hug, slapping a blow to the belly of the man in the car. Pulling Naina's hand up her bike and immediately darting away.

Leave the swearing oath that began to disappear swept by the wind. Closely, the girl's hand gripped the shirt that Abbas was wearing.

Fifteen minutes, they started to enter the city. Looks like the lights start to light up as the sky dims.

The twilight slowly disappeared into the skyscrapers, leaving a gray cloud hanging at the foot of the horizon.

When the motorbike stopped at a roadside tent stall, Abbas offered the girl to eat, but only a slumber in response.

The vehicle drove back, stopping at the city park. The girl got off, sitting on one of the available garden chairs.

The man followed, sitting next to him. "Are you okay?" ask Abbas then.

"It's okay, by the way, thanks for helping me out."

"Either. Oh yes, I am Abbas. What's your name?"

"Naina, just call Nai."

"Naina, a good name" Abbas said.

Well, unfortunately fate is not as good as the name," said Naina lethargic.

Awkward, the atmosphere that began to melt back frozen. As if the frezeer door was trying hard to close it. The Meetings.

"No need, you can go now. I can go home by myself" replied Naina as she searched the grass.

"Emm, are you afraid of me?" ask Abbas to make sure.

"No! Anyway I can go home by myself," Naina fussed.

Abbas shook his head to look at her behavior, funny. This girl is hard to approach. The wall he had built was too hard to break.

"But I want to see you again" Abbas said.

Naina seemed to think, after a few minutes, finally the ranum lips were blurting.

"Tomorrow, three o'clock in the afternoon. We meet again here," said Naina who immediately stood up.

Stepping away, without looking back. Abbas stared at Naina's back, which began to disappear into the darkness of the night.

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Abbas sat down from the rubble, staring at Naina's photo again. Then hugged her to let go of the longing, the memory of her first encounter with the girl. Makes her miss that unique time.

Again, Abbas's eyes closed, remembering the rest of the memory of his second appointment at the time. Trying to immerse the ones that have passed.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Abbas was waiting in the park. Hope-hope anxiously he feels, will come or not the girl who has made him curious. Until I haven't slept all night.

Seconds by second passed, the girl was absent. Disappointment enveloped his chest, the tightness he felt. Abbas began to think, could this be karma?

Abbas did not deny that he was a cassanova. Changing partners is like changing clothes. Just after him, worn out he threw away.

But now Abbas is sorry. When his heart was knocked after a long time of death. A love he has not yet pursued. Has gone before. Carry the rest of the promises, which are not fulfilled.

Every afternoon, the man would sit in the garden. Striking the grass like Naina did. Until dusk disappeared, he got up home.

A month, two months passed. Abbas started to stop playing women. The man was still the same, often visiting the park in the city center.

Sometimes he opens the device, reads and looks around. He accidentally met her, the same name.

Naina, that name was plastered in the corner of the article she was reading. He knocked on the numbers, hoping the girl's name was right there.

Covetous granddaughter also arrived, fate has not allowed the two to separate. Abbas smiled. They met again after a long time, no longer as acquaintances. Except as a customer.

A wad of money he made, as a promise in the name of a date. Abbas tried to collect the promise, in a different way. The brightness is no longer the same. Naina looks different from their first meeting. That girl, it's changed.

Two weeks later, Abbas becomes Naina's boyfriend. Black on white. The girl smiled, but the man knew. A clear forced smile.

'Naina, don't you know? This meeting I have been expecting for a long time. But from the light of your eyes, I am nothing but a stranger to you, '' said Abbas.

After the transaction, the girl immediately got up. Leaving behind Abbas, clapping one hand he felt.

"No, it's not a meeting like this that I want," he murmured alone.