My Past Stories

17. Dreamy guy

Day change day. Dillah and I are getting busy with each other. I have to prepare for the final exam and Dillah is taking care of the factory where he works. We rarely tell each other, even Dillah only comes twice a month to my house. Makes me miss him more and more, but really we are both unable to keep telling him every time. Only at night did we send a message and that was just asking for news.

It was moments like these that made me feel lonely and very empty.

A week before the exam Dillah came to my house to give me money to pay for the exam which amounted to about one and a half million rupiah. Though my father gave me half and I have a little savings from the results of collecting money which Dillah always gave me. But no matter, I still accept it and I modalkn for me to sell pulses and the rest I will save again for urgent needs.

He came on a Saturday afternoon and he didn't take me anywhere. Although there was a desire for me to have a husband-wife relationship to let go of my longing for two weeks. But yasudah.

Sunday morning, Dillah said goodbye to me because he had to come to the factory by Sunday night. I nodded and very heavy-heartedly took it off.

"Huuff.." I exhaled a rough breath.

I took my phone out of my pants pocket and sent a message to April and Sania, asking them to hang out on the side (lake) not far from my house. Usually the many couples who go there, even it becomes a picnic spot for the family because around the lake a lot of pine trees and make it so popular for picnics.

I brought a bag of food and drinks that I had previously bought at the minimarket (alfamart yakk). We sat under a pine tree that was quite shady right at the edge of it.

"Bete I'm !" My words begin my little confessions.

"Who is the ? I just met Des !" It was April who knew the arrival of Dillah.

"The more he gets busy. I'm bete and ihh !"

"Jaudah the wayin is. Entar also if the business of the factory has been completed and he keeps returning from field work he has a lot of time for Lo Des !"

I nodded in agreement with Sania's answer. It is true that I must understand the state of Dillah and be patient for another year to be with him.

While we were enjoying the pack of snacks, a group of men in their 20s came to us while carrying musical instruments, such as guitars and tam-tams. They sat near us and greeted us. Yeah who else, if not Alva Deny cs. Haha

"Previous. Singing Pril." Said Mumuh as a guitar player.

Yeah, it's between me, April and Sania. April's voice is the most melodious when singing. Although April often refuses, but they still force April.

"OK okay. I'm going to let out my golden voice. Band paper song dah, lover is not considered." Sahut April's.

Guitar passages and tam-tam hornings began to sound. April's sad voice began to enliven the atmosphere that memng already crowded. Haha

We enjoy singing April while singing without a voice by giving a very beautiful expression. Some of the songs we sang were alternating, although the voices of Sania and I were not as bright as April's. To the extent that we did not realize that there were already several young couples who were also sitting next to us enjoying our singing.

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A month passed without Dillah coming to my house. How else, if it is about work that requires Dillah overtime on Saturday and Sunday. He explained if overtime money would be collected to install a small house for me and Dillah lived when we were married. (we are married already.) I mean married and recognized by the state. Ah that's what it is, don't you know what I mean ?

I can only give up if Dillah has said that, what am I afraid of now anyway ? He already had me as his wife, so there was no way he could be close to another woman except for work. Who knows what it is ? But I always think positive. And in every void of my time, Antoni was always there to fill my time. Don't let me think about wishing Dillah, because this is not just a dating status but a marriage. I think it's a long way off to having an affair.

I don't hesitate to tell Antoni anything. But that doesn't mean I'm telling you about my marriage and my bed problems. I'm just telling you about my problem with Dillah right now.

"Bunga ga lo take Ton ?" I asked to divert the conversation that was only about me and Dillah.

Antoni just smiled wryly at me. "The flowers ? Flowers, flowers, flowers. I was confused, she replied !"

I cringe. "My status is dating him, but I don't have the same long-time as him who I just made a runaway doang Des !"

I was silent and could not answer anything. Because I know the answer to Antoni's words. Maybe at this time Antoni can not forget me, but maybe one day he can really love Flowers and have completely forgotten me.

"Tons. Lo ha-h

"Gue knows Des. And I will always try to make love with him, even though my heart hurts !"

"So much love with me Ton ?"

"Lo knows. Sure knows. I don't need to reveal anything to you, you know the answer." I nodded and smiled wryly at Antoni. "Lo knows that I have a hard time falling in love with people. But once I love people, I find it hard to forget them. But I'm not a rich man most of whom are selfish and want to have the person he loves even to the point of obsessing. I'll be happy to see the person I love happy Des."

Back, I could only smile full of falsehood. Guilt struck my heart because I always and always could not see Antoni's love. No, I can't give her love. That's exactly.

I was driven home by Antoni when it was getting late.

Yeah, Antoni and I had gone for an afternoon walk to a place where my schoolmates and I used to gather. Antoni always invites me here if my mood is uncertain. Really, Antoni is a type of guy for women, but not for me. And of course, it's just me, Antoni and my gangmates who know, no one else can know but us.

"Assalamualaik." I said Antoni when I got home. Antoni kissed the backs of my parents' hands.

"Where's Ton ?" Ask my father while taking Antoni to sit near him. "Former muter-muter sir. There's another jabeg he said because his girlfriend didn't come."

I turned to Antoni and held my fist at him. Father and Antoni can only laugh at my work.