Not a Substitute
A11 Delayed Nights
It's cold tonight. Maybe because the rain since the afternoon changed the air of Surabaya which is usually very hot and sultry to be this cold. For some people, the drizzling rainy weather like today adds to the peace of the night. Sleep becomes more sound.
But unlike Himeka, he is still awake. Even though the wall clock has shown at 1 am. Repeatedly he looked for the most comfortable position to sleep and confirmed the location of the blanket that covered his body.
Until he finally gave up. Get the medicine in the drawer next to his bed to help him get closed faster. No one knows that these last few days he has always been taking sleeping pills. Himeka was so good at covering up his wounds that no one knew he was fragile.
Ten minutes after taking his medicine, he fell asleep hugging a silver-framed photograph. A photograph of a dashing-looking pilot in his great uniform smiling sweetly shows a row of white teeth.
***
After raining all night, this morning was cool. The morning dewdrop looks wet the green leaves in the garden of this modern minimalist home.
The woman in a chrysanthemum-patterned home dress was sitting on the porch. A warm cup of tea and a headset in the ear accompany her morning at this time.
The melodious voice of the Indonesian pop singer chanted with the slick lyrics of a song called Dear Diary
Dear diary I want to tell you
I had a dream last night
Dreamed of meeting him
I'll write all these stories
So happy was my day
Calm when I look into his eyes
Oh happy I am when you
Grasping both of my hands
My heart was beating helplessly
Weak all my nerves
Dear diary, this is just a dream
And I opened my morning eyes to greet me
It's just a dream
Oh happy I am when you
Grasping both of my hands
My heart was beating helplessly
Weak all my nerves
Oh happy I am when you
Grasping both of my hands
My heart was beating helplessly
Weak all my nerves
Dear diary, this is just a dream
And I opened my morning eyes to greet me
It's just a dream
It's just a dream
The lyrics of the song exactly describe the situation he was in last night. Want him to take a diary and tell me what happened last night. Yes, her husband was present in her dream. A feeling of kangen that is so deep to the deceased husband, makes it dissolve in dreams. Although just meet in a dream but has a little treat longing in the chest.
"Good morning, beautiful Mother." said Navya who suddenly came in front of him kissing Himeka's left cheek.
"Mother is also a beautiful child. Eh already shower yes, already fragrant dong." replied Himeka while kissing Navya's cheeks back
"It's dong, Mother" Navya said with her sweet smile
"Yes, it's a shame we have breakfast first." take Himeka while holding Navya's hand
They went into the house and went to the dining table. Himeka invites Mak Tum and Mbak Rina to have breakfast with one table at the dinner table. Initially Mak Tum and Mbak Rina refused because they felt awkward. But finally they can resign when Navya who whines and asks them to sit together.
***
This afternoon Devano was already in the company Bramanthy Group chairing a board meeting. Many reports must be taken care of immediately before the highest leader in the company arrives in the country.
Actually he wanted to invite Himeka to lunch, but a lot of urgent work must be completed soon. Finally, he wanted to take Himeka to dinner.
The short message was addressed to the whatsapp number of a woman whose name is still embedded in the heart. Ten minutes of no response from Himeka, there was an uneasy feeling in Devano's heart. He also took the initiative to call her. Not yet to press the dial button on the mobile phone screen a message from the eagerly awaited was entered.
Yes, Dev. God willing.
Although only a short answer, it can immediately change the mood of a Devano Abisatya. There was a smile on his lips as he read the short message from Himeka. He wanted to finish his work and go to Himeka.
***
Not like yesterday when it was raining. This afternoon the sky looks clear. Orange tones decorate the western sky, adding to the beautiful impression of the horizon.
Himeka looks beautiful this afternoon. He seems to want to go somewhere before he has a dinner appointment with Devano. He immediately approached his favorite red car and boarded it. He deliberately did not invite Kang Ipin to accompany him.
The car, which was only 4-5 people, was traveling at medium speed. Himeka pulled his car over to a "Love Florist" shop". Soon he entered the flower shop and chose what flowers he liked and felt fit.
Carnation flowers and a good night became his choice. Himeka asked the store clerk to form a beautiful bucket.
After getting the flowers he wanted, he drove his car back to a place. A place where every human being will go home.
Walking slowly she climbed a small path between the gravestones to visit the final resting place of her late husband. He was seen in front of a marble tombstone inscribed with Danadyaksa Jayandaru.
As much as Himeka's energy strengthens his heart so that his tears do not fall and he does not shed. Himejo sat crouching, attaching the flower bucket he was carrying.
"Mas, I'm coming." Only three words but why is it so heavy he said in the middle of a heart still shrouded in grief.
Himeka's hand stretched out rubbing the tombstone. As if to paint a deep longing. Repeatedly he took a deep breath, hoping that the oxygen supply could supply his brain. So that he can strengthen himself so as not to be fragile.
Twenty minutes, she was silent in front of the tombstone of her late husband. Feeling that it was getting late in the afternoon, he got up. He stretched the leg muscles that had cramps. After feeling good enough he stepped away and approached the red car parked not far from the tomb.
***
Himeka drove his car slowly. Ariana Grande's One Last Time song plays melodious in the music player on Himeka's car. He needs a song that is easy listening so that his mood improves soon.
Himeka phone vibrates sign there is an incoming call.The name Devano meets the screen. Immediately he put the headset in the ear before pressing the green button on the screen.
"Waalaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh, Dev." Himeka answered Devano's greeting
"Yes, Dev. No need to be picked up, because I'm also on the road."
Devano volunteered to pick Himeka up but was rejected by Himeka.
"Yes, really. This is me going straight to where you mean, yeah. See you there, Dev. Assalamu'alaikum."
Himeka hung up after Devano answered his greetings.
After fifteen minutes of travel, he had already arrived at the Japanese Restaurant where he and Devano had promised to have dinner. Just as Himeka got off the car, there was a metalic black car approaching, parked right next to Himeka's car. The car with the HK end plate, who else if not his Devano Abistya.
"Kok can go together, Me" said Devano who was only answered by a nod and a smile from Himeka.
"Yeah, yuk, Me, we're in."
The road leads to a Japanese restaurant. Japanese cuisine is one of Himeka's favorite foods. And it turns out that Devano still remembers that.
After choosing a seat, they choose the food and beverage menu on the menu book served by waiters. While waiting for the food ordered came they chatted lightly.
"You're beautiful tonight, Me." praise Devano who instantly makes Himeka's cheeks blush
"Thank you for the compliment, Dev. You are still the same as before, love to fight." replied Himeka who was greeted with laughter Devano
"Oh yes, tomorrow at 10 am yes we survey the location. I'll pick you up, Me." said Devano
" No, Dev. Tomorrow morning I'm going out too. Want to register Navya school." replied Himeka
"Oh yes, then, Me. We'll meet at that location." said Devano and taken by Himeka.
After the food came they also ate food while occasionally interspersed with chatter. The time has shown at nine o'clock in the evening, Himeka invites to go home because from the afternoon he left Navya at home. Devano agreed.
They go home to their respective destinations. Himeka returns home and Devano returns to his apartment. Himeka took the time to stop by the food vendor to buy her daughter's favorite martabak.
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