Me And Myself

me and I 30

What do I care about, I take a deep breath and I exhale slowly.

I stepped out, past them house people who were chatting.

As usual they were joking, but when I passed by the laughter it stopped being replaced with a sharp killing gaze towards me.

Until I was no longer seen, they continued their togetherness.

Relieved that I had passed them, little did I hear them ask, for I was gone in the morning.

Without intending to listen further I took a hasty step, I was sure Gilang was waiting.

When I got to the front of the bridge that is still stretched I did not find the existence of Gilang.

I've seen our right front, but my eyes still haven't found the figure of Gilang with the motor.

Immediately I called him, because if a long stay here the possibility of meeting with a neighbor is very large, I do not want to be asked this much.

Because the road that I am currently on is different from the direction where I work.

I've called Gilang twice, but it just rings in the air. Did Gilang forget the promise today? Or Gilang still sleeping?

Tin

Tin

The sound of the horn on the right shifted my eyes from the phone, it turned out Gilang.

"Sorry, I'm bad luck"

With his distinctive grin Gilang showed his guilty look. Makes me smile and then nod.

Immediately I climbed on the Gilang motorbike, after wearing a helmet of course.

"Ready?"

"Hum, ready A Gilang"

Gilang laughed at my answer, for some reason I did not wear the A-adornment in front of Gilang's name, even though our age was quite far apart.

Even so Gilang did not bother about it. Any minute our calls will change, I smile at my own smile thinking that.

Motor Gilang has split the big highway, this trip will be very time consuming.

Many areas of the area that I do not know because of the udiknya me who never once went out of the house just to just walk the road.

Only certain paths I know, and others I don't know at all.

A very pleasant journey for me, to my eyes that have never seen the beauty of nature other than my secret place and Gilang in that place.

Along the way I saw a lot of tree trees, rice fields that stretched very wide. Green and fresh in the eyes.

The sun that was still embarrassed to come out of hiding made a natural atmosphere that was very refreshing to my eyes.

I can't help but smile at the sight before my eyes. My hands held on to Gilang's waist and my head kept looking to the right and left.

I can see in the rearview mirror if Gilang smiles a smile laughs at me. And faintly I heard Gilang speak but not so clearly because I cursed the helmet, besides that also a very strong wind made my hearing very noisy.

I leaned my body forward in order to hear what Gilang said, I placed my head on the right side of his head.

"What ay?"

I do sometimes call Gilang with the name 'ay' or 'ayang' sometimes also like before going 'Aa'.

But only certain moments and sometimes when just remember. Toh Gilang has also dared to call me 'who' do not ask since when, I also do not know since when I and Gilang began to dare.

But believe only to that extent, and hold hands and hug if on the bike. My smile again expands when remembering the sweet treatment.

"No matter what, I see you like that. His smile did not fade"

Still with his sweet smile Gilang answered my question, and his answer was always able to make me fly, even now I feel free flying among the bright clouds above.

The air is getting cooler I feel, it's been two hours we've been on this long trip. If going to Gilang place for three hours is right, it means to until we still have to travel another hour.

Gilang and I were on edge in a roadside stall, getting up the road we traveled and this stall was at the intersection of the ramp.

Gilang brought me some warm water, and some bread if you have a snack.

"It's filling up, not breakfast yet, is it?"

I nodded, and accepted the food. I ate it with Gilang next to me who was smoking as well as his favorite black coffee.

Rarely snacking, does not mean not like. It's just Gilang prefers and more often with his black coffee as well as his cigarettes.

As long as the cigarette smoke doesn't recognize me I don't have a problem, and if the smoke that comes to me is lazy Gilang will move places so as not to recognize me.

I can't and won't ban Gilang's custom, though sometimes I want to change it.

But seeing Gilang's strict and self-contained temperament would be difficult to change.

Therefore I will not disturb him, let his personality remain the same. The important thing is that he cares about me and loves me and cares about me.

"Still a long time ay?"

"Still that, still a long way off. Why are you tired? Want to take a longer break?"

"No, it's okay. Yes, yes it is Yu"

Look, Gilang's attention always warms me. Then we went back to the streets mingling with other vehicles.

An hour into our journey finally ended, Gilang and I entered the alley after passing through the tea garden.

I could see the house lined up along the road, then in front of it there was a fortress that became a barrier between the houses and the tea garden.

Gilang and I stopped at one of the houses among the ranks of the house.

After coming down and taking off the helmet, Gilang led me into the house.

Ah how cold the air here is, and the floor I just stepped on is really so cold.

"Assalamualaikum bi, ndi"

I was still silent, Gilang had already gawked a little deeper. Then come back to me and take me to my seat.

Actually I'm embarrassed because the person who owns the house just hasn't been seen but I've been sitting down.

Even so I think because seeing Gilang was so relaxed, this is his home. Thought.

Before long Gilang and I sat down a tall, slender young man appeared. I saw him coming from the direction where Gilang had looked.

After shaking hands with the three of us I Gilang and the young man I heard the code name was sitting on a chair in the same room.

"Where are you going?"

"Ah mama mah ka kebon"

With a grin the young man answered Gilang's question, although I didn't see him directly because I looked down. I am ashamed to meet new people.

"Oh"

"Where's it going? I haven't been home for a long time. Lebaran didn't come home yesterday, did she?"

"Yes, I didn't go home, so there's something to take care of"

"Yes, how is the job going well in the mother?"

"Surfing smoothly, only so much is difficult"

Gilang and the young man named cipher were talking, while I was given a cell phone by Gilang.

Probably meant that I wouldn't get bored, other than not being able to chat because of someone new so I would wait for him too.

I think I also raised Gilang's phone, it's not strange for me because Gilang and I exchanged phones and it made me know everything in his phone.

Maybe half an hour passed and suddenly there was a mother who came from the direction of the door where I entered.

"Assynogaic"

With a smile the mother immediately looked towards me and also Gilang.

Gilang quickly crucified the mother and I followed. Then back to sitting with the legs folded up.

Not disrespectful but because it was cold and Gilang also did that, even I was told Gilang.

"Eh Jang, kamana wae. Iraha kadieu?"

Eh Jang, where have you been. When here?

"Karek jol bi, Aya cool half hour mah"

Just arrived, maybe half an hour ago.

"Ohh, you want to go to the father?"

"Yes, we usually have capital hahah"

Yes, usually want to ask for capital hahaha

"Ah maneh mah"

Ah you mah

Then the mother who was called aunt by Gilang just went inside with her luggage.

I'm back and I'm cross and password in this room. But soon a father came again.

"Wahh the Bandung"

Who else? It seems that in his hometown Gilang is very famous. Or maybe this is Gilang's father? But he was young.