Pariban So Rokkap

When you left, I was sad

I'm dropping off Netta

The spinning clock didn't feel like everything was so fast, I was still in the hospital this morning, but I'm taking Netta home.

‘Isn't this weird?’

Yes, because regret always comes later, if the first comes the name of the announcement.

But I didn't drive her because I supported her to leave the house.

But Netta is not the kind of woman who likes to be forced, if I let her walk alone, it's been night I don't want anything to happen to her.

Actually I want to hold her down or force her not to leave, because I deserve that, because I'm her husband.

But I was stymied by the promises and agreements we had done just now, not wanting to impose the will on the couple.

He was silent, I was silent, we were both like two awkward strangers.

When asked I was sad, the answer is I am very sorry, I want to cry hugging him and begging not to leave.

But I don't have that much courage.

Maybe I hurt him.

But I never stopped looking for forgiveness from now on, so he knew how sorry I was.

The road is smooth because it is late at night, even midnight at 24:00.

“We are towards Cibubur Permai yes, bang to my friend's house,” said Netta, his eyes were staring at his mobile screen, busy chatting with someone.

“Alright,”my answer is short.

Until arriving at one of the luxury housing in the Permai cemetery area.

“We stop here, yes bang.”

Not even I had time to ask whose house, someone was waiting for him, a woman easily waited in front of the gate dressed in sleeping pajamas.

He waved at us.

I feel dazed, how is it just like this? My brain froze as if it stopped at one point.

I'm still her husband I said in my heart, but I just kept silent doing nothing.

“I got off Yes Bang, be careful going home,” Netta opened the car door lifting her suitcase.

My soul seemed to fly somewhere, I petrified not knowing what to do.

I didn't even say.

Netta dragged her suitcase, I didn't even help getting her suitcase out of the trunk.

He went into the house, I realized when he entered as if my wandering soul had returned to my body.

When I wanted to get out of the car, wanted to go to Netta, he had gone in without looking back.

“What do I do Netta?

You're out of the house, why do I act like you I'll take you to a picnic, will you come back,”

I said it myself.

I haven't left that place, still in the car, purposely waiting, I'm marginalizing my car.

But it turns out Netta got out of there again, she was ushered in a car I don't know where, when I wanted to follow her, it's been a long way and I lost track.

I did not go home, chose to sleep in the car, I felt back home looking at the room again made me feel guilty and sorry, no one Netta roommate must have been very different.

The two days since Netta's departure turned out to change a lot in our lives.

I returned home after two days of choosing to stay at the hotel to calm my mind.

It turned out that Papi went out of town after a fight with mami he said.

Sister Eva did not come back home, she chose to stay at her house.

Usually, he and his son will spend a lot of time at Mami's house, because there is also a Netta who is smart to take care of her child, who takes care of her child if she works.

There was no Netta, nor did he come again, not to mention that Eva's sister was also angry at Mami for meeting Micah.

When I come, the house is already deserted, no more Netta voices will be heard.

There are no more regional songs, which are played in the afternoon like Netta's habit if she is at home, she will do something while listening to the song.

I miss Netta.

Micah had called me several times, but I did not answer him, did not reply to chat messages from him, at this time what I missed was not him, but Netta.

I didn't reply to the message either, I've ignored it for almost a week, I wish he was gone for good.

I was sitting on the side of the bed, it turns out Netta's departure from home changed my world, even my work was affected by it, the Office work was not taken care of.

A few weeks without going to the office, I don't know what it will be.

Usually I am the person in charge of the job, but this time, since Netta left a few days ago, I also did not go to the office even though I already felt well.

In that room, I felt claustrophobic, I missed Netta.

I never imagined this, I never thought that my life would be this ruined when Netta left home.

With a slow step, he tried to observe all the rooms.

The room felt so unfamiliar, it turned out that no one asked me‘

What do you want to eat?’

‘You drink coffee what not?’

Opening Netta's closet, but it was empty, made me feel even more sad.

I don't like sad situations like this the room makes me feel more guilty.

I can't stand this kind of situation, grabbing the car keys and getting out of Mami's house again.

When I feel sad and stressed like this, the only place I visit is the Bar, like most men in the world, if there are a lot of problems will escape him on drinks.

No matter, it was still day or morning, there was one place we always visited with Juno, the man I used to consider a friend.

It seems, this time is no longer, since I caught him with Micah, since then he and I have never communicated again.

There is one more friend that can be invited to a friend to hang out with,

Bonar man who can be invited to be damaged, because a gallon of alcoholic beverages is given to him, he is rarely drunk, but once drunk will enter the hospital.

Trying to find her number and call her.

“Loe where is Bro?

I'm drunk, yes.”

Just talk like that alone , not used for long, he must have come, especially if someone has paid for it, it can be until morning.

“Ok, le, I came the usual place, right?”

Ask Bonar on the other end of the phone

“Iya.” hang up.

No need to go far. The bar is open 24 hours in Cibubur area, where we used to hang out to spend time and spend the contents of the bag.

Just sat down for a minute Bonar has arrived.

“Hai, bro what's up? tumben invite me to hang out again”

said the man with the cream hair, his hand did a youth style tos with me.

“Customized, just want to drink, come on, order! Order!,” my door.

He stood in front of the bartender.

He has always loved to drink a mixture of ice margarita and Guinness.

I'd rather drink just one flavor, Beer is always my choice.

Chatting and going down the dance floor, we were sure to go inside the bar and seemed to forget the way home.

I forgot that I just got home from the hospital, discharged from the hospital, a few days ago.

Come afternoon continues until morning, damage the body is easy, we will appreciate how important health if we already feel pain.

Drinking on an empty stomach means I'm looking for my own disease.

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