Occasions

CHAPTER 8 | A Gap

However, the stronger Sandra's effort, the stronger I will be to not tell her. Besides being embarrassed, I was scared too. Shame because my relationship with Reza is only limited to a relationship without status and fear that I will feel heartache again. For every sentence he spoke at the last moment, was very imprinted in my memory. It was so painful if I had to utter that phrase with my own mouth.

I sighed, this time feeling heavier than before. Not much is known about this relationship. Just a few of my friends, friends, my family and maybe his little family. However, everyone thought we had a special relationship with each other, but we didn't. Not at all. Everything is ordinary.

“Come, Del! A little story!” Sandra forced back while tightly grasping my finger on the table. Both of his eyes were so close to looking at me. Sandra was really curious, maybe.

“What to tell? Everything is done and there is nothing more to talk about.”

“Done how do you mean? No more relationship?”

I nodded my head steadily.

There's nothing more I need to tell Sandra. I thought that with the end of the relationship, I no longer needed to go back to telling stories, even if it was just about that day. The day I felt my world crumble. Where these two legs are not able to support my body.

But not for Sandra, she didn't feel what I was going through, until she finally kept forcing me to retell about the last meeting with Reza back then. The curiosity Sandra experienced made her lose empathy for me. Subconsciously, he actually opened the wound of my almost dry heart.

“Indeed Reza said what time was it?” inquiringly.

I exhaled heavily while looking at these two eyes of the woman before me, then slowly leaned my body against the back of the chair and began to tell a story.

That day, as the morning sun slowly began to rise to shine a light on the world, I woke up from a beautiful dream that I had been living all that time. Passing day after day with a smile that is always adorned in both corners of my lips, revealing both holes of charming dimples. The plan, that day I will meet with Reza, after two days we did not meet.

Longs. That's how I felt even if it was only two days not looking at his face. I don't know why the night before that day, he called me. Said if he wanted to see me. Usually, he never said that, he would immediately invite me to go for a walk or just eat together, not with a reason to the point like that.

There was no suspicion at that time, there was only joy, joy and happiness. I really miss him.

After approaching the promised time, I hurried to prepare to leave. We met at our favorite coffee shop. The man had already arrived, I saw him sitting in one corner of the room, propping up his chin and his eyes staring out the window.

“A long time?” my broom when it's in front of him.

“Eat first,” he said command me.

Everything was normal, nothing suspicious. Reza and I kept joking together. Every now and then, her attitude of slipping hair into my ears really made me feel completely loved. It was as if he really loved me with all his body, until I forgot his status that belonged to another woman.

Was it my wrong relationship with her?

I couldn't resist when that shady feeling overshadowed my heart. I was too weak to use my brain all this time. This logic always loses when dealing with the heart. I can't stand it!

Everything, in detail I told Sandra until finally the woman felt upset herself listening to me tell a story. Sometimes he asked, I answered and I went back. There's nothing I'm covering up about from Sandra right now. Everything I tell you, not without reason, all because I also want to ask for his opinion. According to his point of view, if he's in my position.

“Udah? Did that guy say that? Your trick is quiet, is it?” scan Sandra while taking a piece of tissue to me.

I'm nodding. “Maybe he's not comfortable, because if the same way I always hide from his girlfriend. Or maybe, I'm not his type.”

“If it is not comfortable and not the type, why from the beginning? Pake the follow-up event home to your parents all.” Sandra started to be firm.

“Sign up, San. I want to forget everything. It's a long time ago too, time didn't move on, anyway!” my words sound resigned.

“It is, why is that same guy! Waste of time, Del! Mending you focus on career now.”

Again I nodded, this time I agreed with Sandra's opinion, she was getting wiser than usual. The way to listen to my story is not as passionate as it used to be, he is getting older.

Not felt, the two of us through time until the afternoon greet, sit chatting tells about life and how to live it. Share experiences and ask for opinions. Sandra is a strong woman, she is strong to do anything all alone. I learned a lot from him about life.

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