Nadira (forgotten)

*Borrowing Shoulder

If the sky can hear

I want to give her my miss for her

for the beloved who sleeps by his side

Night, help me forget it.

I take my jacket and I grab the keys on the nightstand and go to the door to get out, I have to make sure everything is safely under control.

I haven't been able to hold the doorknob, there was a knock from the door. I scrunched my forehead, who's knocking on the door? Ah maybe Mbok Siti, because all this time only she's been knocking on my door.

I opened the door and looked at the two people standing in front of me. One is Mamah Devi and the other is male, but no one knows who.

"Put, this is your boss has visited and wants to meet you he said, so my mother anterin here" Smile. That fake smile I used to see when there were people. If I were alone, it would have been the sour face plastered on his face.

The man blinked his eyes at me, for some reason I just nodded my head and pulled him inside and immediately closed the door again.

When I turned back, it turned out that the man had removed his moles, sideburns and glasses until it was clear who he was until my heart almost jumped from its place.

"Astaghfirullah.om Satya" upps keceplosan so shock. Immediately I close my mouth fearing anyone to hear. Immediately I scatter hugging Satya. Crying on his shoulders, evaporating any chest-stifling feeling.

"Buftttt" I accidentally threw snot on his shirt

"The grandfather is gone. He was calm there with other good people" said Satya.

I took off his embrace, looking at his face with sadness. Obviously it's hard for me to just forget it, while all this time only grandfather was there for me, even my own papah was indifferent to me.

"Not to forget Grandpa Dira, of course it won't be able to. We just have to keep moving forward, not. Make all those wonderful memories with your grandfather and keep them in your memory. Turn it around when you miss Grandpa" she explained, I heard carefully. I remember that word.

"It seems that om right, Dira had heard that it is not good if you continue to cry for the dead.Kasihn grandfather if you continue to cry he said grandfather will not calm in nature there ", I said.

"That's you know" Satya replied as she lowered my nose

"He was smart, but just had to be reminded" continued Satya again and I just grimace, feel what is said om Satya there is a point as well. But it's not my fault, smart people can also be sad, and sad sometimes makes us forget everything.

"now bring food, surely you haven't eaten yet" I saw there were four food cribs, uh buseeet... in my opinion his nephew is blind ijo what to greedy very so (sorry y mamang blind ijo I brought hehe).

Because from yesterday no food entered my stomach so I took the food box and put it on the table. Enjoy the food brought by Satya both. I wouldn't be able to finish all that food.

After eating, we chat ngalor ngidul spend time in the room only. It turns out that Satya oran is fun and not stiff-rigid. Unlike the first time to meet that time at the house of the boss sir who is none other than Om Bagas.

"Tock..Tok...tok.." suddenly someone knocked on the door