My Lovely Driver's

6

Drrr...'

Shaking the smartphone out of Nata's pocket saved them from longer debates. Call from Retno, her mother. The music slightly disturbed the hearing, Nata turned on the loudspeaker.

"Assalamualaikum darling. How are you?"

"Waalaikumsalam Bu, Alhamdulillah well. You just ask me how I am? Didn't ask the company?"

"So, I asked Lastri. He must know better than you who just hitchhiked alone"

There was a small laugh from behind the scenes. The middle-aged woman understood very well the character of her child, she wanted to continue her mother's business alone was grateful. After all there are people of trust there who can monitor the work of Nata, Lastri has become an accomplice of Retno from the beginning of the company stood.

"Haha. It turns out that the mother first asked the company news rather than the news of her own child! I'm jealous to know! What kind of father, healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah, I'm healthy. Dad was getting fresher during the move here"

"Mother, I miss.. I can't go there, ma'am.." He said like a boy whining to follow his mother. Actually next week's corporate birthday, Nata doubts the mother agrees.

"Yes, come here. You should go home tomorrow. Two days can also. Company birthday preparation problems, let in Rani and Lastri handle only"

"Tumbens?" Nata squinted her eyes, mother usually forbid her to go home when there is an important agenda in the company.

"That's what mom said yesterday, you son... Radit, Bu Sukma's son, wants to know you. Go home, they're on holiday at the top. You guys know first, where know a soul mate..”

Hearing the talk, Lukman who was drinking, almost spewed his water about Nata.

The woman turned off the speaker button. Nata leaves Lukman at the table. Then walk to the exit Caffe, continue the conversation with the mother.

A few minutes later he came back with an unusual expression.

"You want to be betrothed?" Lukman couldn't help but ask.

"You nagging?"

"Lha, who told you to turn on the speaker!"

Nata suddenly regretted his habit of turning on the loudspeaker.

"What if so? Not a broken hearted man"

"Dion must be heartbroken!"

"Yes, I should understand, if it's just Dion, there's nothing else.."

Lukman was unable to read Nata's face at the time, a look that made the man seem unsettled. But the two chose silence, and went home in silence.

There was a huge lump of tangled thread that seemed to fill Lukman's head, not lost from his memory of Nazim's speech last night. A warning that should not be ignored by a man in class like him. As he knew it, his mother left them, unable to make peace with his father's situation.

And he who has nothing should know himself. Do not stand there, if finally can not do anything.

"Tomorrow at night mom told me to get us to Bogor. Maybe that's our last route!" Say Nata before closing the car door and passing into his house. Leaving Lukman with his mind increasingly unable to be calm.

****

At Nata's request, Lukman didn't wait in the office all day. That woman doesn't want to go anywhere. Lukman just had to come back after Isya, take him home. To pick up the goods, then leave again to Bogor.

"How many days were you there?" Tanya Lukman tried to break the silence as the car exited the office parking lot.

“Four or Five days" he replied lazily.

"Remain that long, not bored?"

“Tap you more boring!”

“You want me to be there?”

“I want to be fooled, still want to nemenin. What do you want to say? Want to be a mosquito repellent?"

“If the man is the mosquito. Why not?”

“Sucks!”

“Who sucks? She?"

“Terexistent”

When most people express their heartbreak with lamentation, they both express it with scolding. But in the heart, the fact is the same; to judge the situation.

Since the beginning Lukman has felt chaotic in discussing the taste. Nata is not much different, from the first to deny until then like. Then when yesterday felt like he was not fighting, he no longer wanted to care. The man was not serious, he thought.

Arriving home, Nata chose to rest first for how many tens of minutes. Rise with a sense of laziness, he then headed to the bathroom and packed. Clad in navy blazers and checkered cotton pants, the woman was ready to leave while carrying a medium-sized bag.

“I slept okay, right? Sleepy!"

Nata said while yawning when only a few kilometers of car back on the road.

“It's almost eleven o'clock at night, we just entered the peak region. If you sleep, on the road I am alone. If I see what sightings?”

“Say I send salam” reply origin.

“What greetings? Salamualaikum or Greetings?”

“Salam Pancasila!” Nata thumped from behind. Lukman was laughing.

“I'm wrong what the hell until you got that crap?”

Lukman looked back, hoping to guess a little bit of Nata's face, but he barely saw anything without lighting in the car.

“Kan, if I don't sleep, we're afraid to fight!" reply Nata.

"No promise"

Nata began to close his eyes without hesitation.

While Lukman continues to drive while singing for the sake of killing bored for tens of kilometers away. Hope the melody can drive away all the question marks that clog the head.

Each chooses its own antidote. Lukman chose to sing, when Nata chose to sleep.

It is true that if this man inherits his father's talent, all the songs are sung well. Nata woke up listening to that rare moment. But still with his eyes closed, he pretended to sleep again.

Well, you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missing home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let it go

The song sounds even better than the original singer, Passanger. Songs sung from the heart.

Although sleepy, Nata still forced himself to listen to the song until the end with a rustling heart. A moment late, then back trying to sleep, hoping to forget everything.

“Nata.”

There was no answer from behind her body.

“Nata... I didn't know you were sleeping, or pretending to be asleep. But all I know is you're pissed at me.”

Lukman briefly looked back but did not get a look in there. He felt he had nothing to lose by monologuing. Even if not listened to at least he can put a little burden on his heart.

“If you don't hear me, it's okay. But if you hear this, I'll be a little relieved. Because I don't have much time left. It's entering our last hour before you get to your house, then we might not see each other again in a long time.”.

Lukman breathed in, as if collecting oxygen to help him speak.

“Nata, you're upset I know. I've been bothering you from High School. After 10 years of separation, God brought us together again. At first I was happy, maybe God was planning something. But it turns out that pleasure is directly proportional to anxiety, when we know we are not worth” Lukman turns the wheel to the left slowly.

“You're upset I tease you often. Those words can be considered a joke, not least you. But believe me, I was hoping the angels would record it as a prayer.

About the feeling, I'm not kidding at all like you were accusing me of yesterday.

Sometimes I joke just to cheer myself up, hoping the confidence to love you comes in laughter. Actually, if I'm honest, I want you to respond.

But it could be like you said, the way I was wrong. Until yesterday I asked seriously, you probably thought it was a joke. I want to know if I will be missed or not.

Then after hearing yesterday your mother was planning something for you, with her friend's son.

What can I do Nata?

Tell me, lousy man, what can this hard-living man do?”

Lukman bent his elbows against the car door, then used his hands to prop up his head. Stare nanar.

“The plan, I'm just going to work hard after this. I'm going to work on television, then look for a side while waiting for my career to climb. But I haven't started yet, someone's been waiting there.

What can I promise you.

Nyaliku shrieked Nata. Wanting to ask you to refuse my mother's orders, then I dare not offer anything.

But you know Nata?

I'm sure that soul mate is absolute destiny. Your mother could've arranged anything, but God has his own scenario.

You know, you don't like that guy. Or the guy doesn't even like women like you. Tau-tau she likes men too.”

Lukman laughed at his own joke, then looked back. Nata's eyes still clenched.

“Nata, I won't ask you to fight your mother. I'm not gonna ask you to go against destiny, because we don't know what destiny is going to underline. I just want to follow your heart. You were also invited to meet first. Not necessarily a proposal, not necessarily a marriage..

My heart is not going anywhere.. I don't want to betrothed you, I'm just afraid to force things. Dad and mom used to force things, then the results were disappointing.”.

Lukman, closing his eyes in an instant just let go of a long breath. Looking back again for the umpteenth time with the same result.

He decided to stop the car for a moment, turn on the inside lighting. Then looked at the woman who looked asleep for a little longer.

Her hair almost covered part of her blushing cheeks. Thin lips against a taper chin. The persona does not disappear even though he fell asleep without any makeup.

“After this, I don't know if I can see you again or not..” quietly. Suddenly his eyes ached, Lukman blinked.

“Why stop?”

“Astaghfirullah! Just surprise you!”

Lukman was surprised to see the creature before him now woke up with glaring eyes.

“You surprised me, suddenly the car stopped in the middle of the forest. Lights on. Don't-don't be right, you see the devil?”

Nata looked left and right with a curious face.

“Satanya beautiful, but widowed.”

Then back to the steering wheel. Letting Nata with a sour face. Damn, the car does not want to go back even though the distance to the destination is only one kilometer away.