Ngumbara Love

The Part 16

"I hope to see him someday."

"Hemmh, well I wish you all the best. But there's no harm, right? Trying to get close to Brother Andhra." Rossi blinked his eyes repeatedly. Andhra is charming and quite charming.

"I'll think about it later."

"Don't just think about it, but try."

"Yes yes!"

"For too long you haven't seen that guy Ros, maybe he doesn't remember those memories. He may even have a wife by now."

Rossi exhaled, feeling heavy indeed. Even sometimes many disappointments that hit and also the presumptions that often appear. Could it be that the person he was looking for also had the same feeling? Or have you forgotten yourself and even had a family? I don't know.

"I don't understand this feeling either. I tried a lot to open Ros's heart, don't you think I never tried."

Dara felt guilty about her words.

"Sorry! But you never try to have a more serious relationship with the opposite sex you just try to interact without wanting to be more serious. Who knows that way you can forget the memories of your childhood love."

Rossi was silent for a long time until Farid came with Andhra. 

"We need to get home before it's too late. Poor Rafka." Dara nodded in agreement. Farid took Rafka in his carrier. Dara trailed behind.

"Think carefully. Isn't Brother Andhra a handsome and charming man. He's better than your imaginary prince." Dara whispered those words before actually leaving.

"Hmmh!" Rossi, sok cuek. His eyeballs glanced at Andhra.

Indeed handsome. Uh what the hell. Conscious Rossi, don't be incited by Dara's talk.

And that style, owh no! Why did he have to put one hand in that? It looks more cool.

"All right, we're going home now! Poor Rafka's gonna get hot."

⁇ Andhra

Fresh it feels this soul, after many years only exchanging greetings through cyberspace. With a busy schedule and busyness that drains the mind and energy. Finally I had the opportunity to see the construction of a villa near Grandpa Sulah's house. Two villas for myself and Farid.

So satisfied with Farid's performance. After a long tour, I also intend to enter Grandpa Sulah's old house. A simple house with a rolled roof and wooden plank plinth made like a low stage. There are only two steps that must be passed to be able to reach the floor.

There was Dara and her friend. A truly unique girl in my opinion. War and funny. I don't mind them. I put my hand in my pocket. Habits that are hard for me to break.

"We need to get home before it's too late. Poor Rafka." Farid's voice worried for his son. He's that mature now. Lost is the old Farid who cried to leave to wander into the city. I smiled at him looking at it. May he always be happy.

"All right, we're going home now! Poor Rafka's gonna get hot."

They walked past me who had turned around because they wanted to go into Grandpa Sulah's room.

"We're back, brother! Happy nostalgia!" I turned around to see Farid leave me. I remember fifteen years ago.

We're always together. I wiped the picture frame of the three of us.

"I didn't expect that you were Kaka from a wise village chief like Kak Farid!"

Why is this girl still here? A unique girl who always looks smart. Basic kancil.

"Is this your childhood photo? So fucking dirty." He stared at the photo of us gardening. At that time our bodies were full of dirt and dirt, obviously I remember. We grow melons. The condition of the wet soil after the rain makes the face also dirty throughout the body. But the basic Farid who wanted to capture the beautiful moment, deliberately went home and borrowed a neighbor's camera. We also took pictures in a dirty state.

"But, like..."

"Leave it. The important thing now is to have a really good photo!" I said because I felt this girl had no filter in her mouth.

"Yeaaay is so sad! That's handsome!" Finally he admitted. "When viewed from the straw hole!" The girl laughed wryly, it seemed like she was so fond of bullying others. I didn't respond, just left because I remembered one of the places I used to love the most.

River bank.

The most comfortable place that always makes me forget everything. The death of the mother is often reflected in the memory. My life became bleak after that. However, Grandfather Sulah gave everything to me. The true meaning of life.

"Anger and revenge are because the heart is too high self-esteem . God created man in a weak state." Grandpa said at the time. Shaded by me a shady face that can calm the heart when out of control because of anger about a bad destiny befall me.

"I just want to look strong, even if it's actually fragile. My mother's not in a situation she shouldn't be in. My soul was shaken and my chest hurt for a long time. Does anyone understand that?"

"No!"

Still very calm, the old net hypnotized my soul as if to say that everything would be fine.

Silent.

"But God grows medicine in every human being. Ikhtiar, patience, iklas."

The grandfather left the young man who was still busy with his thoughts. That's me.

"Hi, I've been talking to you ever since. You're not bullying him! Is this how you behave to a woman? You deserve to be this old!" A small pebble throw scattered my beautiful daydream. The memory of Grandfather Sulah was lost for a moment. I saw a small stone that landed perfectly on my stomach. Now I was lying on a big rock by the river. This used to be the place of prayer of Grandpa Suluh when dawn arrived. Yep! This house is very close to the river. Beautiful mountains and clear rivers. The best place to get tired is not.

"Just keep quiet. Can't you answer with words." This girl again. Waitaminute! Is she here? Then he followed me from then on.

"You're following me?" I can't stand the curiosity either.

"It could not be, if spoken to it is focused. Answer the right. From there to here I asked a lot of questions. You just keep quiet and even as sweet as a bobbed eyed ignored my mouth that was almost foamy because of your quiet attitude."

Look, the deer was ruffled around like a market thug, but his face was so cute and eye-catching.

"It's getting angry." I saw his breath go up and down irregularly. He dropped his body on another rock not far from me. And don't ask me my position which is very good to fall while looking up at the sky. Heard the gurgling of water on the rocks.

"What did you ask?" I asked for a moment after the girl seemed calm.

"Not ask anything! Don't talk. I'm mad at you right now!"

Is she really a grown girl? So fiancee.

"Hi, you're teasing me. Don't chuckle. You always pissed me off. I asked what your job was, what your real relationship with the village chief was. And how can you be found. Until I was so curious about the legendary grandfather Suluh. Also about a child who was washed away and considered as a serkah in this village."

"It looks like you're so happy to pry information about me." Kulirik the girl looked to poke. A unique reaction. Basic kancil.

"Sorry yes! I won't ask again." I could not help but laugh. He's so funny. The sweet pot.

TB