Occasions
CHAPTER 17 | First Attack
What I had intended to stop by and just buy a glass of coffee, now even dissolved until the evening before. Still sitting in the same place as the Son, and still telling the same thing from earlier. Nothing has changed, it is still the same. So did my reaction that still didn't think that Reza could always behave, as if I was the one who hurt her, as if she was my victim.
“You saw yourself ‘kan, that time? I answered her question! Where am I cuekin? I did answer as usual, because I do not want to linger facing him.” I was emotionally again. Reza really disappointed me. He smeared my good name in front of everyone I knew. Even in front of my friends.
“Iya, I know. But every once in a while, you have to try to face him, don't run, don't run away, you have to be strong to face him, let him not talk weird again.” Putra.
My head's dizzy. Lately, whatever I've heard about Reza, it's always been emotional. My anger and love mixed into one. The brain can no longer think rationally. Really draining energy. I massaged my temples and my forehead, the pulsations made my vision feel like it was spinning. My head was dizzy for a moment.
“Manda, please bring me a glass of warm water,” Putra's pinta, then she hands the glass to me, “drink first, calm down.”
I immediately gulped down the contents of that glass of warm water. People say, a glass of warm water is very effective to calm the heart and mind that is afraid. I guess that's a little bit of a point for now.
Many times I also tried to pull and exhale to overcome the irregular rhythm of my heartbeat. Reza always drained my energy, even more tired than a hundred kilo-meter marathon runner!
After hours passed to calm the mind, I finally decided to continue my plan to return to Bogor. My son drove me to the car park, where some bags of clothes and other bags I had put in the car from morning. Before going to the office. I brought all my needs home. So I don't have to bother anymore to go back to the apartment.
“Iya, this is for you,” Putra offers a cup of hot coffee, “let's not sleepy on the road.”
As I can guess, it must be black coffee. I received the coffee and rushed into the car. Beware of the Son and leave immediately.
By then the time had shown at seven o'clock in the night, the sky was already completely pitch-black with some street lights that were already brightly lit. Sometimes I get stuck in traffic while heading to the Jagorawi toll road. It takes an hour to enter the toll road, as well as pedestrians to Bogor, approximately taken within an hour.
At a moderate pace and leisurely pace, I enjoyed the ride. Forget for a moment the burden in the heart and in the mind. I really want to take a vacation and calm down at my parents' house, in my hometown.
The strains of songs in my car audio calmed down a bit, even making my mood stable again in driving a car. Until finally an hour more time that I took to get to my parents' house in Bogor.
***
