Not Mauku

Missed lover

Without feeling a circle of tears fell again, wet the pillow, "Do I not deserve to get happiness.?" inwardly Naya, "I too, like others who want to be in love and love, I want to be happy with the person I love." closed his eyes, which seemed to be just a name of Dimas, filled his heart space.

"May..!" call Ms. Nina from the kitchen, wake Naya from sleep, turn the clock on her phone screen.

"It's three in the afternoon." Naya wakes up and leaves the room to go to the toilet.

"Sleep mulu, night like kebo." ketus bu Nina.

Naya was silent, not a word she took out of her lips.

Naya continued to walk to the toilet, to take ablution, after the new prayer back to the kitchen to cook.

The feeling of being upset and restless, still enveloped Naya's heart so that her attitude was a lot of silence, not much to say.

"Why don't you talk too much.? think about what, bengong aja.?" ask Nina to Naya.

"There's nothing.!" sahut Naya quickly. "Lagian rus said what.? there's nothing to talk about" he thought.

In these three days every time if you remember must have dripped clear water in the corner of his eyes.

While at work, Dimas just sat daydreaming in his busy life, feeling his days were not excited, no message let alone a phone from Naya, he looked at his old cell phone, he looked at his old man's cell phone, for some reason he prefers old-fashioned phones rather than better phones, Android for example.

"No message, no what, have forgotten me.?" Mumbles Dimas.

Now he's going to make a decision that might be very important, for him, for him,

He turned his head to the watch in his hand already showing 13:30 it was time to go home, he moved to shift the chair to pick up the phone and motor keys on the table, walking out through the hospital hallway

"Siang Sus.?" Dimas greeted the nurse who was passing his guts.

The only one in greeting was a mangosteen and smiling, upon arrival in the parking lot, Dimas riding his motorbike, after wearing a helmet he drove the motor quickly.

Shortly after Dimas had arrived home, entering with a relaxed pace.

"Have you come home, brother.?" mary looked intently.

"Not yet, still on the way." quickly and at a glance glanced at Maria.

Mary grinned at the answer from her brother.

Dimas climbed the stairs to his room upstairs, Dimas who was already in the room, dropped his body on the bed. a long sigh, and he exhaled again.

He got out of his sleep, walked to the bathroom, undressed and then waded his body in cold water, momentarily pampering his body in water.

A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom, bare-chested only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Approaching the wardrobe to pick up clothes, his mind was empty floating out of nowhere, so that the sound of knocking on the door Maria knocked from the outside was almost inaudible.

Tok, tok, tok, "Abang.., what...,?" call Maria while you keep knocking on the door.

Dimas who had been wearing clothes was shocked, immediately his daydream was scattered, scattered.

"Huh, just disturb people's pleasure." muttered Dimas annoyed.

"What the hell is it?" yelled Dimas still in front of the mirror.

"There is a guest, because he asked for help Brother, quickly he was waiting from earlier." Mary from the Outside.

Dimas kept silent while thinking. "Just get in here, let me handle it here" said Dimas packing a towel, and kept it in the bathroom again.

After a few minutes, the door knocked again, "Not in the key." said Dimas, sitting on the chair next to the bed.

Enter two of the Fathers who were among Mary, Dimas looked at his salasatu who may have been injured, because it was seen in his feet wrapped in cloth and bleeding, and his face grimaced with pain.

"Thank you doc, please my friend is torn in the leg"

Without asking why.? Dimas just handled his patients. a few minutes later the cleaning and suturing is complete.

"It's already uncle, and this is the medicine do not forget to drink huh.?" said Dimas gave the medicine bag.

"Thank you doctor,?" the two men left who had previously given money as payment.

On a central balcony stood a handsome man, wearing a white T-shirt and knee-length beige pants, it was Dimas who was standing on the side of the balcony, both his hands holding the balcony railing, his distant view, see Sanset on this beautiful afternoon.

"Will you, that in this faraway place I miss you so much.? love you and my love don't need to know who you are." Dimas lowered his head in his chest so tight considering how he felt.

"Unable, if it's always without your voice, wait for me baby, you must have me, I will fight for our love.!" inner sure.

The clock shows 08.45 minutes, Dimas was eating with his family, after eating Dimas to the balcony, and sitting there pensive.

Long time...., he daydreamed to the point of not flinching, "Dimas..?" the lyric sound was right behind him, Dimas turned to the source of the voice. "Mother."

"Over these days we've seen you so grim, what's up.?" ms. Hesa with a gentle look.

Dimas turned his head for a moment and immediately turned his gaze away. "There's nothing, Mom, I'm normal."

Hesa was sitting next to Dimas. "So there's nothing why it's so grim as if not passionate, not excited, a little talk too." rubbed Dimas' shoulder.

Dimas smiled faintly, "Nothing matters to Mak, just tired of it."

"You're not sick.?" touching Dimas' temple, he was not well enough.

"Because, I'm fine." Dimas reassured, and went to the side of the balcony standing there.

"Yes, if so." mommy Hesa stood up leaving Dimas.

Dimas turned to Hesa's mother who came out of his room, and Dimas went into his room, he grabbed a cell phone on the table.

After pressing my love contact, while waiting to connect, Dimas sat on the bed.

After several calls may be ignored, finally in angkay as well.

"Hello.., how are you.?" sapa Dimas believes that the one who picked up the phone was Naya.

"Hello..,why phone.? ketus Naya's.

"Darling, how the hell is that.?" with soft Dimas seduce.

"What's up.? talk, if you don't, turn it off.!" Naya remains thin, angry, but in the bottom of her heart, she does not want to behave like that.

"How are you.?"

"Good." Naya is getting jutek. Her heart is still angry, but,

"What medium.? haven't slept yet.?" asked Dimas, still with his soft tone he did not want to raise his voice

"Yet, ken.? that's all you want to talk about.?" said Naya.

Dimas sighed deeply, he thought about how to let his heart melt again, he poultice right, behind the tenderness of Naya there is a hard character, and he was very happy, behind his stubbornness was a heart so fragile.!

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Hi...., how are all my readers.? may there be in the protection of the Supreme Being, thank you still deigned to stop by my novel, do not forget the lake, comments, etc lov lov for you.