Occasions
CHAPTER 12 | The Lie. No one's gonna believe it
I again sobbed on the bed, unable to resist the longing even though I had seen the man's face, after a long time did not see his face directly. Some of the photos of the two of us that I still keep inside the phone back I look at. Just looking at a picture of her face is enough for me. It turns out that this heart has not forgotten him.
Hours passed by looking at the photo, reminding me of every sweet memory I had with him. I closed my eyes and fell asleep tired of crying. It's always like that.
Not feeling the cool breeze has begun to enter the room, through the gap of the balcony door of the apartment that I accidentally opened when I returned home earlier. The breeze instantly tickled the surface of my body that was not covered in clothes, making me slowly open my eyes.
The golden yellow light that infiltrated the room looked so beautiful, as a sign that the day had dusk, was about to turn dark.
One more day I went through, but this one day was the hardest day for me to forget. How not, my mind that might have almost forgotten the man, is now back in flames only to be reunited with him. Forcing me to try to forget it again from the beginning.
Perhaps, if today did not see his face again, my heart would not feel this much in living life.
I still don't want to get out of this soft bed. The only favorite place in the corner of my apartment that always accompanied me spent time if not working. Suddenly my tears fell, dripping without me being able to stop. Again, I cried, I really loved him.
Along with that my phone rang, this hand immediately grabbed a thin object tucked under the pillow, apparently while asleep earlier I slipped it there.
Across the street, my father immediately told me how much he missed me and asked me to come home soon, visit for a day or two. Similarly, the mother who said the same, it is no different from the father.
“Yes, Well, I'll try to go home if there's a holiday.” I reasoned.
Suddenly the one who spoke now was mother, asking how Reza was doing then with all her heart, she planned that I could go back there with Reza, just like before.
“It can't be, Bun. Reza also has a life of his own. How can I depend on him. Anyway if I go home alone is also not a problem, ‘kan?” I was a little emotional.
Mother is so, if she already likes a man who approaches me, then she will be the one who will be intensive to continue to meet. But unfortunately, my mother did not know my relationship with Reza had run out. Maybe they're just too much, or maybe I'm too much.
“Iya, Mother, I will give her greetings later. I'm gonna take a shower, it's late afternoon. I love Mommy, dear Daddy too.” I immediately ended the phone call, then took a deep breath.
I don't have to reason especially if I go home later, to face the two of them. Mother is always excited, but never as comfortable as this and as relaxing. Even I remember very well, when I and Reza came home from their home. Mother and father acted as if Reza was their son, not me.
