Passion Script

CHAPTER X

The natureak!

 

Why doesn't this kid get lost anyway. No number can be contacted, home address was far away for mercy. I was like being stranded on a remote island, then getting lost in it. I was stuck twice until there was no desire to find my way home. Just settle down because it's so desperate.

Fortunately, I had a friend who worked there. Otherwise, I would be lost. As for seeking help from people who are still related to Setya's family, I don't want to. I'd rather settle this matter myself, in my own way and use people who are within my own scope. Although it's gonna take me a lot longer, it's not about.

“Ren, actually I am still curious you know,” said my friend opened the conversation.

“About?”

“About your destination to Bratasena. What else try?” he said impatiently.

This is the umpteenth time Nanang, the friend I meant to have worked there, asked about it.

“Ren? I'm serious about this.”

I'm serious too. Seriously, if I don't want to tell it. Not that I don't believe it, but it's hard to say. I still can't believe that my own boyfriend asked for it. I repeatedly wanted to brush off the harsh reality even though I did the opposite.

Nanang looked at me with a huff.

“Direct properly, Nang!"

“Don't switch the conversation, Ren!”

I smiled ignorantly. Apparently he hasn't changed much. Especially about his very easily curious nature. If her curiosity was unstoppable, she would definitely ruffle her hair. Therefore, he is often bullied by his friends, not least me. But this time I didn't want to make him curious. I really don't want him or anyone to know. It's just me, Setya and the girl who know. Unfortunately, I forgot to make an excuse before deciding to ask for his help.

“Searching someone?”

I almost dropped my drink and sprayed it. While my heart has plunged freely into the bottomless dimness. Far-away. How could he know? Who's the story?

“Or work? The company there is now in bankruptcy. Vacancies for men, especially educated like you are very difficult. Unless you want to be a rough worker, just there,” Nanang continued.

I siphoned my drink slowly. I tried hard to arrange my heart beat and my heart slowly began to surface again. Ah, this is how it feels to be paranoid?

“Ren! You're being rude!”

I chuckle. I saw his red face. His left hand began to scratch his head.

“Quick say! Or I won't take you there.”

“Do not mess! I paid you, right?”

“I'll give you your money back! You'll know. My head's getting this unstoppable itch.”

I'm back to chuckling.

“Don't just laugh! Our journey is still far!” his roar.

“Yes. I'm looking for someone.”

I felt like I was under tremendous anxiety. I was afraid that he could read all my thoughts and feelings, and find out about my problems after saying so.

“Who?”

I'm silent.

Nanang looked back at me.

“Can I tell you after this issue is over?”

The silent turn of Nanang. Pretty long. Maybe he was thinking about my words as well as his own answers while occasionally researching my face. Assessing.

“Good. Looks like your problem with someone is very runyam.”

My heart is breaking again. In addition to its nature that is easily curious, will be almost always telling in guessing was unchanged. Yes, Nanang was indeed quick to understand the situation. It's just that his curiosity will still appear because he does not want to guess, even though he guessed it did not miss.

“Why? Am I right?”

My neck is tight. It felt like enough energy to just nod. Does my face look so silky that she can guess it easily?

“No. It's just that I've never been there. The number suddenly could not be reached,” said I tried to show a face as normal as possible.

“Home address?”

“Just said in Bratasena.”

“Punish!” Nan complained. “I know that the place is secluded. But Bratasena is also quite extensive. Where do you want to start? Pasiran Jaya or Muara Intan? Or Self-contained? The three places are closely related to Bratasena. No exception to the line. Hayo! Which one?”

“Makanya, I am trying to get the number,” I said annoyed.

“Chick or guy?” the question starts like detectives lack a supply of work.

“Girl,” I painstakingly answered her.

Nanang.

“Liatin road! Shut the fuck up too!”

“Looks like your business is runyam, Ren!” Nanang shook his head in concern.

“Shut up!” I pretended to be angry. “Most importantly, find lodging. Ada, right?”

“Of course there is.”

I'm mangosteen.

“Or want to stay at my friend's house?” tanya Nanang offered.

I'm shaking. “It's best not! If you want to play at your friend's house as long as I look for her, please. I don't want to bother, that's the first. The second, I will often go outside and I do not want anyone to ask a lot.”

“Sok you!”

“Hp number does not have. Address is unclear,” grunts.

I just grunt.

“Ah, alright!” Nanang snorted back. As usual, he quickly understood the emotional state of his interlocutor. “But, don't expect a good stay. The important thing is that I will find a clean place and a place to eat that is delicious cuisine.”

“Thanks.”

“What's more important, don't hesitate to ask for my help!” he added.

Before I could open my mouth to say thank you again, Nanang raised his index finger and said again.

“And most important of all that I consider important, tell me after your problem with the girl is over. Don't let my hair fall out out of curiosity! Understand you?”

I just smiled, then turned my face towards the car window on my left.

 

Ah, this place is so foreign. Such a new and somber sight. I wondered, what would I see there?

Wulans.

Could I have found that girl there? Even if I meet up later, what will I tell him first other than to ask him the news? My feelings are really fucked up. Even after she disappeared for several years and was stranded in the middle of nowhere like this, she and everything about her was still in our midst. Even to drag me here. It's great! The girl and her circle of fate was truly shrewd!

* * *

“It looks like someone you're looking for has already been found. But yes it still needs to be checked again, right Wulan you mean or not," said Nanang while we were enjoying lunch at a stall. This same three-day stall, both breakfast and lunch, is located close to the employee shuttle bus base.

His idea. He hoped I could recognize his face among the faces of the women who used the services of the bus. While the other way I can't do it here, he's the one who takes care of it. Lately he almost never separated from his phone to find information about Wulan through his old friends who still live here. I didn't mind the idea myself. Because in addition to its strategic location, the cuisine is also quite tasty and in accordance with my taste. Although this place is secluded, but I find many foods that taste good.

“Really?” I was so enthusiastic. To the point that I wanted to jump off the chair and dance around to celebrate. Within three days, the name became painless again because now it is even awaited.

Nanang looked stunned. “I'm glad you're happy, Ren. But, your reaction really surprised me.”

I'm mendehem. “Yes, you know. We've been here three days and haven't made any progress. Of course I'm happy, Nang. Moreover I almost despair.”

Nanang raised his eyebrows. “Mas’ anyway? Looks like giving up is not your type deh.”

I gawk. It seems I have misplaced the expression and words earlier.

“Ah, alright!” Nanang again enjoyed the food.

“Thank you," said I who immediately knew why he seemed to want to end the conversation that for a few days became his biggest curiosity. Not because it is no longer curious, but because it does not want to make me more wrong in dealing with it. He is a very understanding friend.

“No need to say thank you so,” said Nanang looked annoyed. “Because looking for it is quite difficult, you have to pay me by telling me your problem.”

I stopped bribing and put my spoon back on the plate.

“Not now is also okay, Ren,” he said continuing. “Not that I forced. I'm honestly a little worried. Who the hell is this girl? Since when did you get in touch with this girl and what are you going to do with her?”

“I'm not a villain, Nang,” I said weakly.

“Not so,” he said quickly and almost chuckled if he did not care around. “But yes it is, I don't know. I suddenly felt worried and felt strange. That's it anyway.”

I went back to silence. Now I feel worried too. It felt like just a minute ago I felt an incredible pleasure to have found it. However, then I felt worried if I had actually met him.

What would he say about me? How was he doing when he welcomed me? Why is this feeling of worry so strange considering that the most problematic thing with him is Setya, not me in the past. However, the effect now I even like to meet an ex-lover who I once betrayed. I was really scared of his point of view or thoughts once we met later.

“I will definitely tell you. Clearly, I had absolutely no desire to hurt him or anything. I just want to get things done with him.”

Nanang. “Terus?”

“I'll take her to Karang.”

“Hemh.”

Nanang ended his lunch in despair. Apparently, his curiosity was already at the threshold, then beyond the saturation point. Like a flying saucer, his curiosity had already crossed the space and time of the entire universe.

“Alright, Ren. Take care of that problem immediately. Because honestly, I've never seen your face this dark. Moreover, you never have a problem with a creature whose name is a girl. Is your relationship with Setya okay?”

I'm changing the moaning. No less desperate. It feels so useless to keep your own problems from someone who is very curious, but we believe in him. No matter how strong we cling to a determination, but in the end despair betrays the intention.

“Our relationship is fine. It's just that Setya is now sick.”

“Oh, yes? How's he doing now? What pain does it hurt?” tanyanya seemed sympathetic.

“I don't know for sure what the pain is. I haven't spoken to her sister. What is clear is that he often faints.”

“Faints?”

I'm nodding.

“Is Setya's relationship with this girl?” fire it.

I'm sighing. Ah, nevermind. There is no point in lingering on keeping this matter alone.

“Ah, apparently there is,” Nanang muttered.

“Setya has a request when it hurts.”

“What?”

“Bringing the girl to him.”

Nanang. “You two really ... ah, who the hell is this girl? Huh!”

I gulped my saliva. “This girl was almost his wife Setya.”