Lurah Pondokku Candidate My Husband
23. The miss attacked
Nur had not been in the cabin for a week, every day I tried to call him, but he never picked up my phone, nor returned my message. There is a sense of loss and longing that I feel right now.
For these few months, she has been coloring my life in a different color, suddenly she disappeared, making me not calm down to do anything. Every weekday I just keep an eye on her room. Who knows, he's back home and back at the cottage. But my hope is hope. For a week, I didn't see him at all, my heart started to fret over him.
Is he that angry at me? I regretted acting so recklessly back then. But really, being close to him made it hard for me to control myself. I always try so hard not to exceed my limits. Not to touch him or be near him. He's like an opium to me, like a magnet to me. Always successful to make my heart always shy.
"Here, did Nur contact you? Why hasn't he been home for so long?" that afternoon I dared myself to ask Aini, her roommate. With a sense of unease, between fear and shame. But for the sake of getting word about him, I'm tapped into all those flavors.
"I don't have Mba Nur's number, so I've never been on the phone with her" Aini then left me who was frustrated because long time did not meet my heart's lover.
With a shunt I entered my room, tried again to call him, still not in the lift as well. I tried many times, but now even the phone is dead. I've lost my way to find him.
"You Why? I noticed these few days are so restless, is there a problem?" Surya asked me while putting his book in his closet.
"Nur did not come home for a week, I was worried about him," I laid my body on the bed and tried to sleep, hoping that my heart would calm down, and sleep well again.
"Why don't you try to go to the campus? You can meet him there," said Surya.
"Oh... My god!!! Why don't I think there? Thank you Sur, tomorrow I'll find him at his college," with a smile at last I can also sleep. Thinking tomorrow I could meet him it really made my heart so happy.
The next day, after finishing with the schedule with Abah Kiai, I rushed to change my daily clothes, and immediately brought my bike to look for Nur at the campus.
After arriving in front of the campus I parked my motorcycle in front of the campus he, down and into the campus. Trying to find Nur there. Wish I could meet him.
For an hour I walked around but I didn't find her whereabouts. Really frustrating. The 45th spirit that I had last night instantly disappeared and suffocated my entire body. I fear losing her, the first woman to have turned my world, from a black and white world to a world of color and love.
I'm not ready to lose him. Drowning, I finally gave up and sat in his college cafeteria, hoping to meet him who had broken my heart this week.
In the distance, I saw him coming with his motorbike. Finally, I saw him again. I deserved to search inside there was nothing, he just came to it. Stupid me, why did you never ask for his college schedule?
I approached him when he finished parking his bike in the back parking lot. He looked surprised to see me and tried to run away to avoid me. I quickly chased him.
"Why run to see me? Do you know, I miss you so much?" I held her hand so she could not run away from me anymore.
"If I get out, you'll run away again, I need to talk to you, please, don't believe me. You torture me born bathin know not the hell?" I don't care about myself anymore, even though all eyes are staring at us, I don't care anymore. My thoughts right now only want him to not run away from me anymore.
"I have class, please let go," her voice began to soften, I'm getting a little quiet now.
"Alright I'll let go, but you promise me, we'll talk after your class is over," I looked into his eyes, but he always avoided my gaze. My heart is sad because of it. Is he the one to me?
"I've been on a schedule all day, busy, I'm gone" she ran away from me, I chased her all the way to her class.
"I'll wait for you here" I said as he started to enter his class, all the students who had entered the Lecturer's class had also entered. Class door closed. I was just sitting in the front seat of her class. While looking around. It seemed that all the students were busy in the class, I decided to try to get into the library, trying to bring something there to eliminate the boredom from the long hours of waiting.
After about two hours, I saw the class she was starting to get crowded, the students on the way out of the class, I waited for Nur in front of her class. But I didn't find him until class was quiet. I went into his class but he wasn't there.
"Oh my God, where else is he? I'm late and it turns out he must be home by now. Is he in the cabin or where?" I'm the monologue myself.
"Nyari Nur ya?" in the sudden confusion I was startled by the voice of a woman, I remember, she was the woman I saw at the chicken noodle shop back then.
"Yes, where is he? I was waiting for him from earlier. But didn't find her in her class" I answered briefly for trying to cut down on interactions with other women. If Nur finds out I'm talking to a woman, he could be more rampaging later, could be dangerous.
"Nur has come home, I saw him leave the campus using his motorbike" he said casually.
"Thank you for the info" I quickly ran to the back. Checking motor. Sure enough, his bike was no longer there. By running I went straight to my motorbike which I parked in front of the campus.
Now that I'm confused, where to chase him, I don't know which way he's going. Stupid me, why did I not ask where Nur's old boarding house was with his friend?
With lunglai I finally decided to go back to the cottage, soon dhuhur adhan, there is a class after praying. Let it be, tomorrow I can come here again looking for him.
In hopes that he might return to the cottage. But when we get there. I swallowed the disappointment pill again, there was no motorbike in the parking lot. I tried calling and sending SMS, all not in response at all.
All day I could not concentrate at all, remembering the look of hatred I saw in her eyes. I am very sad for it. He's very angry with me.
