MY POSSESSIVE CAPTAIN
ONE AND THE SAME
***High miss is a longing that never knows where the axis is
The longing that hardens the heart becomes more and more
Between two lanterns in two parts of the world that can not be adrift each other
Make coordinates that force each other upright together
The twilight that rolls away in every afternoon
Bringing pain in solitude
Again he delivered darkness to a heart without inhabitants
Not no man but not live
Quickly return, be the sun at the end of the dream
Like the full moon when we last met
Cartoon***,
The beautiful doctor looked down at the verses of the poem he had just written. With sheets of paper decorated with wet tears that occasionally fall from her beautiful eyes.
Rengganis stood up, foot closer to the window glass of his mess room which was quite small. His breathing felt crowded and irregular, however, not because of the condition of the narrow bedroom that was far compared to his bedroom but all happened because of the urge of a heart full of longing and hate simultaneously.
Still vividly illustrated in memory, how Tika embraces the man who has grabbed the beautiful girl's heart while writing her wish to bring sister-in-law to Adinda. Grievous.
Lightning felt snatched the body of Rengganis who was still filled with happiness at the word of a promise that united their two feelings. Tears seemed to want to flood the entire face of his father, but, not able to Rengganis showed his weakness to Adinda, Tika's younger sister who this time also has the same taste with him.
Not once or twice what is the choice and the preference of Rengganis is also the choice of Tika. Since childhood events like this always happen and repeat in every meeting they. It's no different than this meeting.
“I won't let it,” Rengganis squeezed out a paper with a poem he just finished strung together.
The girl has made up her mind this time will not hand over what belongs to her to Tika. Quite the taste during this tenderness of heart made him let go of what Tika wanted.
To be honest Rengganis knew very well Tika was actually a good girl, the wrong one was only they always made the same choice, the same type, and the same taste.
“Assalamualaikum,” voice someone gave greetings from outside.
Rengganis knew very well that was Fattan's voice.
“Maybe he will say goodbye,” thought Rengganis.
After Rengganis returned to the puskes, Fattan did plan to immediately leave here. He knew very well, the Rengganis would never receive his attention and feelings.
“Eh yes,” Rengganis wiped the tears, smoothed the sleeping pajamas with the crescent moon on his body and rushed out.
Crick. The door is partially open.
“Goodnight, do I interrupt?” fattan's face was stiff.
“Of course not.” Rengganis out of his house.
“We just sit there huh?” rengganis proposal, pointing to the terrace chair of the park that is between the courtyard of the Rengganis and Midwife Maya service house.
“Ayo,” Fattan approved.
“I want to go home,” Fattan said without further ado.
Rengganis.
“Actually there was one wish of mine,” Fattan looked at Rengganis expectantly.
“What is it?” The Rengganis tried not to look at his old friend.
“I want to do something for our puskes. Well, at least for a memento, so you'll remember I was once part of you.”
The mood suddenly changed more dramatically. Rengganis felt his heart ache. It was as if everyone was leaving him. He returned alone in a foreign place far from his loved ones.
“Why?” ask Fattan.
“I'm sad, I feel like everyone is leaving me this time.”
Rengganis was no longer ashamed to shed tears of his sorrow. He sobbed, as if he could no longer bear the burden that was pressing on his heart. He tried to release all his burdens after repeatedly holding back did not show pain to others.
Fattan's hand was raised intending to embrace the fragile-looking pretty girl's shoulder by her side, but for a few seconds it floated in the air and came back down to its position. The man did not want Rengganis to be wrong with his meaning.
“You can definitely go through it,” said Fattan heavily.
Rengganis.
“Thank you, yes. Em, so what do you want to do before you go home?”
“How about tomorrow we work bhakti first, we invite Mr. RT and the villagers. We fix all puskes.” facilities
“We cet, we buy good lighting and lighting tools, some houseplants, medical and other tools.” The eyes of Rengganis sparkled brightly.
“Hem,” Fattan is happy to see the spirit re-ignite in the eyes of Rengganis.
“Oke, now I call Mr. Hari, we try to ask him for help to collect the citizens.”
“Not-no, let me coordinate with Mr. Hari, you meet Midwife Maya, prepare snacks ala berpatannya for lunch and snacks market for the morning.”
“Agree,” Rengganis and Fattan stood up, immediately running part of their respective duties with tos as the opening sign of their bhakti work activities.
After a long warm conversation with Midwife Maya ranging from preparing a menu of morning snacks and lunch residents who will help clean and restore their health puskesmas to her love story to Captain Blue, who will help clean and restore their puskesmas, The rengganis went back to the bedroom.
His eyes could not be closed, he was so excited waiting for dawn to break. Long time ago actually Rengganis want to do this, but, only can be done tomorrow.
The girl imagines what she should do from sunrise, the girl's mouth twists and turns her work schedule tomorrow.
“If you had,” Rengganis fell silent again.
Her brain played the voice of Midwife Maya a few minutes ago.
“Give it all to your heart. Captain Blue I see is not the type of man who easily wavers. His heart was as firm as a rock. Not just any woman can mess with it. Had Captain Blue responded to Non Tika, they would have been together a long time ago.”
Rengganis' smile expands. His confidence rose again, his belief in their holy love growing stronger.
“Thank you, Bu Midwife.” Rengganis closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. But once again failed.
Doctor Rengganis hand trying to reach HP in the bedroom closet not far from his dip.
Plips. The screen of the smart phone suddenly brightened. His picture and Captain Blue are clearly emblazoned there.
“Tray.” The face of Captain Blue. The girl was shy herself, her cheeks were reddened. Love makes people half crazy. A moment ago cried, and a few seconds later was able to laugh happily.
“Bu Doctor,” call Midwife Maya from behind the door.
Rengganis blinked his eyes. Her lentic eyelashes appear to come up and down in rhythm with her two eyelids that have just opened.
“Yeah, I'm bad luck.” The gang ran to open the window.
“Luckily,” The sun has not yet risen, the beautiful girl immediately ran to open the door.
“I pray at dawn first yes, Mom later I follow to the kitchen,” said Rengganis.
“Oh Yes, Bu.” Midwife Maya smiles to see the eyes of Rengganis who looks swollen.
It was a busy day for them, everyone looked so excited. Old-young, poor-rich, men all help. Puskesmas are very crowded and cheerful today.
“Good morning, Doctor Ma'am,” Sapa Bu Maryam, one of the villagers.
“Morning,” reply Rengganis with very sweet.
“This is a decorative flower, ma'am. In my home there are several.” Ms. Maryam showed a pot of authurium, an ornamental plant that has recently been very popular, a plant species that has wide leaves and many, has large petal-shaped flowers in red. Looks harmonious with the fresh green color of the leaves.
“His beauty,” Rengganis is happy to receive ornamental plants given by Bu Maryam.
“We just put it there, Bu.” Rengganis pointed at the entrance of the check room.
“Better if there are two, later let me ask Andre, my son, take one more pot at home,” bargain Bu Maryam.
“Yes thank you very much Mother, I am so moved.” The rengganis looks very happy.
“Again, Bu.” Anis's new brother came to join them.
“Again, Mbak.” The Rengganis doctor greeted the three-headed woman.
“Sorry a bit of bad luck, I made this up first.”
Anis' mother showed me one big plastic piece of food.
“Pasti delicious!” guess Rengganis. He guessed what food was in it.
“Bu Doker have you tried?” Mbak Anis took out some cakes wrapped in young green banana leaves.
“What is this name, Ma'am?” Rengganis received the cakes from the hands of Anis's mother.
“If we call it the cider symbol, Ma'am,” replied Miss Maryam.
“This is from rice flour, tapioca, and there are bananas in it. Try it, delicious, Mom,” explained Mbak Anis.
The rengganis began to bite the tip of his sari emblem.
“Enak, a savory and sweet blend yes, Ma'am. Delicious in the tree.” Rengganis gave his thumb.
“Let me stack up first, Mom, the cake for our food.” Ma'am Asih said goodbye to the back kitchen.
“Please, there's Bu Maya there.” The beautiful girl invited.
Fattan looked at the witty Rengganis with a pounding heart, she was happy to see the smile of the girl she loved was now expanding again. For him it's okay if you have to pull over, stay away from the original Rengganis able to see the Rengganis is always happy.
“Bu Doctor, this we cet what color?” Mr. Hari shouted from afar.
“Em wait, Sir.” The Rengganis ran over to Pak Hari. So excited he did not see any small pipes lying on the road.
“Eeeeee,” Rengganis slipping.
Srep, Fattan deftly caught Rengganis' hand. Until the girl regains her balance.
“Hahaha, sorry-sorry,” Rengganis blushed shyly realizing all eyes were looking at them.
“Kiriiiim.” Someone who had been busy taking pictures of Rengganis seemed to smile with satisfaction. Finally he got the object he wanted.
Sreet, Captain Blue received a photo of an unknown number, not a homeland number, this is the local number of his place. However, why is there a photo of Rengganis struggling while holding hands with Fattan? They seem so happy.
A message accompanied the photo, “ They look happy today.”
Captain Blue who was so possessive because of his enormous love for Rengganis became a blackboard. He never liked the woman he loved close to other men, especially that person was Fattan, who certainly put his taste in Rengganis long before he knew her.
Captain Blue's chest was pounding, his feet were headed for the nearest phone plane that could connect him to Indonesia, he had to make sure of something.
What will Captain Blue do?
Looking forward to the next episode!
