My Blinds On The Eagle

S' E' ....... Secret 3

The teenage Patchouli was sculpting and felt his entire body suddenly harden like a rock. Make it powerless to move and move. Only his pair of gray eyes moved dynamically reflecting the turmoil of his feelings.

" Loh.... Have you broken up ?? ", a voice and a pat on both his shoulders seemed to restore his entire system and motor function. Mas Danu the producer who happened to be his supervisor that day suddenly stood behind.

" Oh!. who's the one who broke up suddenly ", Elak Nilam. Though he knew very well what was meant by the mas Produder.

In front of Nilam with a door border that has a square glass section that is enough to be able to monitor the situation outside, there is Rayhan who is currently sitting in the lobby together with Wulandari. After three consecutive times the young man did not make the routine to have breakfast with Nilam after cycling week. There was a promise they had made before.

Nilam smiled and stepped decisively out of the door of the broadcast room, with a smiling gaze from Mas Danu. ' Young man, fall in love, be heartbroken, and someday you will understand the meaning of love'. Mas Danu smiled wryly, looking at the teenagers who were crocheting their love stories.

" Wulaaaan..... ", Nilam exclaimed cheerfully while scattering on the arms of the beautiful girl. But his heart cried out in pain, because he did not catch any expression from the young man next to them, but Nilam very much missed the smile that always greeted him after he finished broadcasting a few months back.

" Nilaaam.

" Oh yes.thank you Rey ", Nilam tried to make small talk. Only a stiff smile could he get from Rayhan.

" I'm done .. come find breakfast

.... I've been able to get bonus loooh ", Nilam's voice sounded cheerful.

" Ashik.. yuk", Wulandari cheerfully welcomed Nilam's invitation.

" Mas Danu, mb Maya.

" Yes", reply Maya briefly because she rushed to enter the next season.

" Nil.. You sure rooling the schedule ", this time Mas Danu who said, not answer the part of Nilam. " From nine o'clock to eleven o'clock at night ... ".

" Yes, I changed my tutoring hours. Nothing, ", answered Nilam steadily. " Sofyan sir is okay to do it every night ".

" Yow wis lah .. siiip ".

A few moments later the three people had docked at the tent soto Semarang stall. Various accessories that decorate the table make a pair of round Wulandari eyes more rounded and sparkling perfectly. Sate mussels, satay uritan atu telor muda combined with chicken, satay telor quail and also various fried foods that make saliva want to dart outside.

" This is what I miss.... eh Nile, can you please? ".

" Boleeh.... calm down..my bonus is enough klo' for a ten-serving tract plus various satay ", Nilam chuckled.

" Happy.... eh' klo' bonus is beyond contract salary huh ? ".

" Yes.it's a bonus from the owner. He said my job was good as an MC yesterday ... ", nilam smiled proudly.

" Ohhh... thank God, I pray'in .. job MC mu rame also ".

" Ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. amin, amen, amen ".

The conversation halted for a moment when the drink they ordered had already come. Nilam scrunched his forehead when he saw how the mas who delivered the drink split the glass containing the drink they had ordered. The Orange Ice was instantly struck by Wulan who was already busy chewing meatball tofu with her spicy cawdry friend. Nilam hurriedly changed the sweet iced tea placed in front of Rayhan, replacing it with orange ice in front of him.

" False yes mba Nilam .. let me replace ", apparently the mas already know enough Nilam and immediately realized his mistake.

" It's okay.This let me. Tuh... your customers flocked ".

And the mas smiled because he felt very helped by Nilam's attitude. " Matur nuwun nggih Mba Nilam is good and beautiful ".

And Nilam laughed at the compliment. While before him, Rayhan felt very caught off guard by the situation. He knew very well that this girl rarely wanted to drink iced tea in the morning, but this time did it .. and that was to save her who was not teething, he said, and also to lighten the workload of the mas. When Rayhan intended to replace his glass with Nilam glass again, too late, the girl had drunk the golden brown liquid with a straw.

" Whoa..you know' also if Hans is not doyan tea, yes ... You should just make it with Hans, not with Aldo "

I don't know why Wulandari's curse makes the tension so convoluted Rayhan's heart. He who had been silent since then, only noticed how these two women were talking to each other. Now Rayhan seems very enthusiastic waiting for an answer from Nilam.

And without Rayhan knowing, Nilam is actually very anxious about all these misunderstandings. But he already made a promise with Aldo to let all this seem true. It's too complex to think about all this. Until finally Nilam chose to follow the flow of this game. And a sweet smile covered her fret.

Rayhan who waited anxiously, became increasingly frustrated because he only found a smile as an answer. He took a bowl of shellfish satay located next to Nilam's hand. Then with a subtle gesture he touched the back of the girl's hand, calling for attention.

" Sunday morning ikuy les what? ", he asked briefly as Nilam stared directly in response to his touch.

" Chemical.. with bu Darin", Nilam answered short.

" Who with ? ", Rayhan asked again.

" Urdinary... Nana, Titi, Mesya and Susan. Why ? ".

" Why not take Friday night classes...... ", Rayhan hung up his sentence. He realized ... that day was his schedule and there was Aldo there.

" Han...kok you interrogate like his father Nilam aja...deh habits !! ". Wulandari's comments saved the situation back then.

............. Who am I ?

Maybe I'm nobody to you

I'm just a guy who misses every flutter of your gestures.

I'm just a lonely piece of heart expecting to befriend a dream about you.

I'm just a story you may never know how much you miss him

I'm a nobody......

Just a man with his despair and his mound.......

Rayhan awoke from his sleep due to the sound of an alarm that he had set at nine p.m. His body still feels a little sore because of the basketball game this afternoon. He got up and went to a table in his room, blamed the radio and set it to the right volume.

That sweet, crisp and pleasant voice filled his hearing senses. It's Nilam's first day of broadcasting at night. The name of this event is Message For Love. Nilam dueted with a male announcer named Krishna. They read universal messages of love. Not only from two people who fall in love, but also from friends to friends even from parents to children.

" *Dad. May we meet again, in eternity. Miss and prayers for you, Dad. The Niko Nicholas Martha.

Love leads us to unlimited power. Our prayers for you and your peaceful father in heaven, may your longing, struggle and love be perfectly reciprocated.

For you Niko and all Jaka Dara friends Ind' FM .. here is a band with Dad* ".

Rayhan stared at the ceiling of the room, as if sipping on every vibration of that soft voice. Nilam. He was the eldest of two brothers, living only with his mother and sister. Hard work is never absent from his life. Sometimes there is a sad and tired look that is so disguised but can be caught from the gray glow of the net. Rayhan sighed. he felt ashamed of this girl.

Until then the night wind accompanied the speed of the motor, to the parking lot of the radio station. It turns out the atmosphere is still quite crowded. There are many young people who spend Sunday nights here. Some are couples, but many are alone. I don't know why Rayhan saw the potential danger for Nilam. The young man was some who were more mature than him, but the ones of his age were also not few.

' I'm outside. Wagging. I'll take you home. Can't refuse '.

Rayhan typed the message and immediately sent it to Nilam. In less than ten minutes the event was over, and Nilam had not read the message. Rayhan......

Nilam and Kresna sounded compact as they closed the event, their voices heard filling the lobby. When the event marked the end of the event, it appeared that the two groups of young men were so enthusiastic. Rayhan looked anxiously and anxiously at those he thought were overconfident. They waited for Nilam to come out of the broadcast room with excessive confidence.

Sure enough, the two groups of young men were directly commanded to propose their heroes who seemed to have intended to attract Nilam's attention. One group proposed a slightly shaggy hair with narrowed eyes and white skin, while the other proposed a large height that looked nervous. Rayhan smiled slightly cynically, he felt anxious at their alay attitude.

Meanwhile Nilam came out of the broadcast room alone because Krishna still had to continue until zero, before the radio stopped for a moment on the air. He was still reading several messages, including one from Rayhan. The pair of eyes were writhing in search of the handsome figure whom he had missed for a few days.

But two misbehaved young men came up to him with restless smiles and looked overconfidence. Nilam was fixated, he tried to return those smiles. But his heart was beginning to fret .

" Mba Nilam. Eh'... we may be the same age.. I call Nilam only can?", the big height began to acclimate.

" Nilam.. I am Rasya, introduce. ", the little gondrong slender held out his hand so confidently.

The two men reached out their hands. Nilam looked at the two with a confused smile that was forced. Shake a glance at the hands of both. It was then that Rayhan's handsome figure with short hair and proportionate posture burst forth, dazzling the girls sitting in the lobby. Make wary of their girlfriends, giving hope to the single lady who definitely brings a sense of relief and comfort to Nilam.

" It's over ... are we going home now ? ", Rayhan's heavy voice sounded so soothing in Nilam's heart.

" Ah yes.yes ", Nilam smiled with relief.

The two young men stared at Rayhan with a stern look announcing his dislike for the presence of this man.

" I'm sorry. I go home first ... ", nilam gave a smile to two young men who looked like losers. Likewise with Rayhan, he smiled as if to say .. Sorry she's my girl.

" This is your jacket" Rayhan gave Nilam's jacket. The jacket is a Nilam jacket that has been in Rayhan's wardrobe for several months. He deliberately delayed returning it, for a reason so that he could go to Nilam's house.

" Ah yeah... ", nilam accepted it. In his backpack, he was actually carrying another jacket. But Nilam chose to accept what Rayhan gave him. Even when the young man helped carry the bag, Nilam walked out to the parking area wearing the jacket.

" You know..... ", Rayhan slightly tightened his body on Nilam as he walked out.

" Yes ... What ? ".

" The two men's views .. They want to kill me ".

" You know' Rey ? ", this time Nilam asked. " Same thing to me. from the girls ".

" Ha. ha. ha. ha. let's run away from the killers immediately ".

After turning on his motorbike, Rayhan motioned to let Nilam sit in the splint. When the girl was sitting on the iron horse named tiger, Rayhan grabbed Nilam's right and left hand alternately around his waist.

" They're watching us" Rayhan said as Nilam began to confess. The radio station's lobby is full-glass so that everything inside and outside is clearly visible. " And again. if you hold me like this ".

Patchouli blushed, he no longer tried to let go of his hand from encircling this young man's waist. Rayhan's fresh fragrance filled his sense of smell. And it was true that Rayhan said, being exposed to the cold night wind as if it was fortified by the young man's shoulders and chest. Nilam slowly put his cheeks against his wide back.

Rayhan smiled. Give as long as possible to this momentum. Even he prayed expectantly'.