NOT SITI NURBAYA
Tasya and His Regret
Almost a week Reza and Tasya live their respective activities. Both are shackled by a growing sense of longing. It's just, Tasya is still embarrassed to admit it.
'I'm not focused like this. Focus is focus. Tomorrow your trial' Tasya calms himself.
'Kok A Reza, no word from last night? Was he so busy that he forgot about me?' Tasya still can't focus.
'A Reza where the hell is it?' tasya
Tasya went out of her room. He approached his mother in the kitchen.
"Why are you, sir? Not excited like that?" ask mom
"It's okay ma'am" he replied briefly after sipping water.
"Easy-easy tomorrow smoothly yes. I want to go in this way" said mom
"Aamiinu. Pray for mom. Especially Tasya ma'am. Fear of not being able to answer" he lamented
"It could be Neng. Yes, you rest first. Refreshing there, let your mind be fresh" mother ordered
Tasya left her mother and went back into the room. He reopened his phone.
'A Reza where the hell is it? Just worry, ' he said again.
Curiosity beats its ego. He pressed the phone symbol on Reza's name. For a long time he waited for the phone ring to ring but was not also picked up by Reza. Once again he pressed the symbol, still there was no answer.
'A Reza has forgotten me? Or are you engrossed in another woman?' bad thoughts haunt him.
***
Reza parked his car at a cake shop. He bought a box of baked brownies, macarons, and cheesecakes.
'Surely she likes' Reza murmured while smiling sweetly.
The shopkeeper smiled, seeing Reza smile.
'Great' thought the waiter
Reza who realized being seen by the store waiter became misbehaved.
"Sir, can I use a greeting card?" ask Reza
"Can Brother. Want to use chocolate or paper?" ask the waiter
"Paper alone" he said
Then the waiter gave a stack of folded greeting papers. Reza chose the paper which he thought was suitable. He chose a heart-shaped fold of paper in red. Then he wrote on the paper.
After he finished, he then exited the cake shop excitedly. He rode his white sedan in his sunglasses.
***
Tasya fell asleep while holding her phone. Mom knocked on her bedroom door.
"Neng.." call mom from outside the room.
Tasya woke up after hearing the mother's voice. He opened the door.
"Sneng you slept?" ask the mother while standing in the doorway
"Yes mom. I overslept. Why ma'am?" ask Tasya
"Your wedding photo album is ready. It was the one that brought you here" said mother
"Where's mom? I want to see" he's excited.
Mom showed me a suitcase. Tasya then opened it.
"The present day photo albums are complicated like this. Wear all suitcases" said mother wonder
"Unique of ma'am. More modern" said Tasya proudly.
He opened the suitcase. Then pull the front of the suitcase so that it is in the form of a three-stacking drawer. The top two have a photo album, while the bottom is blocked into two parts. One section contains a framed photograph. The other part is a CD containing their wedding video.
Tasya took the top photo album. He saw one by one the photo.
"You're so good, son. Reza looks younger than her age" said the mother who had been next to her.
"Keep I look old you mean?" Tasya did not accept
The more you look at the photo of Tasya, the more you feel. After opening all her photo albums she cleaned up and brought the suitcase to her room.
He turned on his laptop and took the CD from the suitcase and put it on the side of the laptop.
'A Reza is very handsome' he said when he saw Reza just got out of his white car in the video.
He watched enthusiastically and smiled alone.
'Looks so awkward' he murmured again. Smiling as she watched herself on the laptop screen.
Her memory recounts all the events she experienced with Reza after she witnessed the wedding.
He breaks himself down, all the memories of Reza spinning one by one. Starting from the incident he hit Reza's car until the last of their eyes collided during yesterday's farewell.
Get a cell phone nearby. Then he unlocked his phone screen, not a single incoming message or phone was there.
'A, where are you going anyway? It's been this hour you still have no news' Tasya desperate.
In the lyrics of his thick cover. But there is no interest in memorizing the thesis.
A message came in on his phone. He immediately opened it with a hopeful face. But the look of disappointment was clearly back.
"aaa.. How this. The more here it felt like my heart was going to be taken off" a message was sent to her group from Tari
"I'm the same. Can not focus" reply Rina spiked emotion crying
"Me too" Tasya replied briefly
There was no desire to continue talking with his friend.
***
The speeding white sedan began to enter the area he had already memorized. He saw someone he knew wearing a motorcycle in front of him.
He opened his window and called the man. The person he called looked. They both stopped the vehicle. Then talk for a while.
He pulled a plastic out of his car. Then he handed it to the man.
The person takes the plastic and then stops and goes first.
He got back in his car. Then pull the car over. He smiled at what was going to happen.
***
A man parked a motorcycle in front of a large house. He knocked on the door with plastic.
From inside, a mother approached him.
"Mom, this is a deposit" said the man.
"Who is this from?" ask mom
"Wad.. I don't know ma'am. But he said it was for women who are still in college in this house" he said.
My mother took the plastic. Then knock on the door of his son's room and wait for the owner to open the door.
"Why mom?" ask her after the door opened
"This is a stand. He said from someone. You have a girlfriend?" accuse mom
Tasya opened the plastic. Inside were some cakes. Then, cover the plastic again.
"Yes? Does anyone like you in college or are you close to other people? If Reza knows what I want to say to her?" mom panicked
"No ma'am. Tasya isn't close to anyone on campus." Tasya spoke seriously
"Tasya also does not know who this is from" said Tasya confused.
"Try asking your friend maybe he sent it" mother asked as she passed
Tasya then closed the room with the plastic.
'Who is this from?' he felt astonished.
He opened the cake one by one. There was tucked a red heart-shaped paper.
