Mystery of Love

blasphemies

I sat facing west while Harjo sat facing south with a considerable distance between us.

He then straightened his body and smiled his best smile when he saw me sitting.

"Later in the evening there's a study in the area" he said, starting our conversation

"Ten coffers?" My toot.

"The mriko corner..." He said, pointing in the direction he meant.

"You're coming to ndaleme yai Rofiq a?" ask cak Harjo.

"Mboten "my answer rejected it. Unmarried people have gone to Yai's house. What cobak?

"Kajange mriko ta?" I stale after rejecting it.

"sniffles. Engken mantun maghrib yai Rofiq"

I glanced at his disappointed face at my answer which was not in line with his expectations.

Actually I do not feel dag dig dug when alone with him as before when together with Didi or cak Jidin. I'm not nervous either. It's just that I'm not very good at stringing words.

After we were silent for a while I finally opened my voice. I have no other choice. I have to tear down my ego to throw away my prestige. At lunch last jeng kar said he would go to the house of mbak Ziyah in Gresik with mbak Ima as well.

I feel like cursing and cussing. You're a brash jerk. I fought for Dawar even though I hated riding in the car but I you just left it and you easily told me to go home with Harjo. You're too far off....!! I felt in my heart when I heard their plan.

I've never been anywhere alone. Moreover, Dawar is a village whose roads are very quiet. How y'all. My heart gripped them. If it was taken to Gresik I gave up . to Dawar only I kliyengan how about added again to Gresik whose road is said to be the same as Dawar with hot weather until the water is difficult. I can't. I hate riding in cars

The only way is to be with Cak Harjo. Wish he'd come home to Mlirip the next day so I could ride his bike. Otherwise, I'd have to ride Len alone.

"Mbenjeng ten Mlirip ta mboten?" ask me to worry. May he return to his boarding house in my village.

" nopo o?" he asked back, I became so embarrassed bin kesel.

What is this guy? just answer what is difficult . I've ruined my pride by asking him if he's going to Mlirip tomorrow or not. Cook I have to be frank if I want to be with him. My heart is wrapped in anger. I'm prestigious but I have no other choice. I feel like I want to scratch off the wall, mbak Kum, who is not yet fully finished.

" Nek Ten Mlirip kulo sareng." I said like a begging man. I've never done anything like that before. It's so embarrassing and it's dropping my pride.

" Kajenge Ten Gresik" I replied

" Mbenjeng at 6 a?,..! cak Harjo's

" nggeh .." I immediately agreed.

A few moments later he came home and I didn't deliver him because I felt he was being noticed by everyone. I went straight into Kum's room and they interrogated me with ridiculous questions.

In the evening we were invited by mbak Kum to walk through the place of people who have a celebration and hold a public lecture as Harjo had said.

From a distance we could see Harjo sitting smoking in front of the house of people who had a celebration with other residents.

My mother said, "Kole areke....."

I caught a glimpse of her and we continued walking towards her brother's house, mbak Kum, which had not been occupied. Actually, we just took a walk to find fresh air. Passing through the houses of residents who are the distance between one house with another house is quite far. Unlike in urban areas, there is almost no gap between one house and another.

After her sister's house mbak Kum we headed to the house of the person who had a celebration.

"Koncomu ta Kum?" one said to mbak Kum

"squeals"

"Techno manganese Kum!"

"don't be kum" we refused. Shame to cook come directly to eat. Where not bring anything.

"Wes rek check ro kene area." said mbak Kum.

"Kum knowno ambek seng kudung ireng iku ya," shouted one of the boys from a place a little far away.

"Pacare Harjo iki" Kum answered while shouting also because of the deafening sound of the music.

"Opo seh mbak kum," I said sewot because the girl in question is me.