NOT SITI NURBAYA

A Surprise

Reza was still pensive in her room. He sat up holding his hair. In the lyrics of that package.

'Want it' Reza growled.

He's headed for the bathroom. Unlock all his clothes so that no thread sticks to his face.

He drenched his whole body with water. He pecked under the falling water soaking his body. Reza occasionally wiped his face.

After feeling quite fresh, he took a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He dries himself. Singlet T-shirts and shorts. Then he shut up again.

Reza smiled slightly.

'It's funny our story Cit. It had to end this way beyond my expectations.'

Reza. Her chest feels tight. Remembering the incident.

Flash Back Afternoon

Reza propelled his sedan at medium speed. He thought his girlfriend was busy. I forgot that today is Sunday.

On the way he tuned the radio. When the host talked, Reza realized that her boyfriend had a day off from work. Reza had intended to give a surprise by picking up his girlfriend at work.

Reza turned his vehicle around. He drove towards Citra's house.

'Weekend like this is still not ngabarin? Where have you been Reza's getting pissed.

Reza turned his car towards the housing. House by house with his vehicle. Until he pulled over at a minimarket.

Reza then parked his car there. He went into the minimarket just to buy a drink even though he was not thirsty at all. Not good for parking there. On his phone Citra many times but still not lifted.

Reza and Citra have been in a relationship for a year. But Reza was never once allowed to go to Citra's house. The image always reasoned that he could not be dating by his parents. Likewise Citra, she always refused Reza's invitation to be introduced to her Papa.

All this time Reza never suspected, as long as the relationship is fine, it is enough for Reza.

But that afternoon, Reza was desperate to drive his car several houses until crossing the Citra house. There are many flowers.

Reza jerks. He pulled his car over after passing the bouquet.

Reza got out of his car. He deliberately wears sunglasses and a hat. He walked closer towards the bouquet.

"It's over Mr. show" said a father wearing a hansip shirt.

"Oh so. I'm just passing by sir. I think my friend who got married, apparently not. Who married sir?" search Reza

"Mba Image Sir. His daughter Mr. Pram. The show is just ijab qobul sir. He said later the recipe at the Hotel what I did not understand" said the father was plain.

"New ijab qobul alone is already crowded bouquets yes sir?" Reza was curious

"Yes is Sir. Her husband is the one who has the famous Cafe Memories, sir. He said the widower had one child. But I just saw not too old husband." explained the father

"Oh so sir. Well great sir" I pretended to salute

"I'll excuse you then sir" Reza said.

He got in his car. Then he shut up. Sad, angry, upset, disappointed, mixed up that he felt. It's just that she can't cry.

He recalls his love journey with Citra.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

Reza opened the glass.

"Sir, please don't park here. Sorry sir. This is what the gun is. Later I will be sprayed" hansip was begging.

"oh yes Sir. I was wrong. Sorry sir." said Reza

Reza then walked down the street to his house. Mind fucked. Heart hurts. He drove his car at low speed to his house.