PELLET THE MIDWIFE

chapter 3. The Pain of a Heartbreak

The night is getting late. However, I have not been able to close my eyes. The shadow of Fadli's handsome face haunts my mind.

What, falling in love is like this? So torturous. I want to meet her and love her, but I'm a girl. I refuse to say love first.

Drett!

Drett!

The sound of the phone shaking from the incoming call, made my heart pound. I'll get the phone I just put on the table.

I immediately pressed the green button on the screen, without seeing the name listed there.

"Hello ... You haven't slept yet?" I greeted with a soft tone.

"Not yet dong, Dek. Mas Tejo you miss you so much, "Sounds someone's voice from the other end of the phone. A different voice than Fadli's.

I immediately checked the phone screen, and sure enough, it wasn't Fadli who called but Tejo.

"Ngapain to call this night?" pissed me. Suppose it was Fadli, it would be a different story.

"I want to apologize, because this afternoon can't take you home, I have a stomachache, Dek. So go home first." Tejo said at length.

From the way he talks, it's like he's my darling. How laughable.

"La who are you? wear it to take me home? I can go home by myself. Already yes, Tejo. Don't call me at night, Disturb!" I replied, no less at length than Tejo.  

"That means noontime, Dek?" Tenjo looked for a gap in my words.

"Can't!"

I immediately turned off the phone. Otherwise, the man will get bigger because I have spoken.

Fadli must have gone to sleep, because the message I sent him was still one. I'll call him later. I have to keep my pride anyway. Masa, just met has been constantly contacting him. as if I've been arguing with him. I also don't want to make Fadli think badly of me.

By noon, I had not yet woken up. The overnight situation made me unable to sleep well, so my eyes felt heavy to open in the morning.

"Puspa! wake up in the morning. Girl kok molor ki piye to?" my mother's voice called me from the kitchen. However, I didn't pay attention to it.

I pulled back the blanket that almost fell out of bed. The air this morning was colder than usual. I put the blanket back on, covering my whole body up to my head. Go back to sleep to continue the beautiful dream.

Account squinting when the sun's light hits the entire face. The light left a burning heat. Is it noon already? I immediately grabbed the phone lying on the table. And right, looks like the number 12:12 perfectly lined up.

Huaaaahhhh!

I squirm long, to stretch the muscles that feel stiff.It feels comfortable once you get enough rest, more even.

"Repoom ... Wake up!" Twice she called with the same sentence. "Yes ... Ma'am. Puspa was awake, "I replied in a hoarse voice.

When I came out of the room, I found my mother was tidy, it seemed like the bruises on her legs had also improved, thank God. "Mother, where are you going?" many wonder. A set of rantang was already in his hands. "Mom wants to take this to the house of Pak lurah," Mother replied while showing me a pink bushel.

"That's what, Mom?"

"This? Rantang!" her slow nature Mother relapsed again.

"stations ... Ms. Ningrum!" Ningrum is my mother's name. I took a long breath feeling offended by the nature of that one mother.

"Oh the contents .. chicken opor, sambal fried tempe equal balado egg," Finally he understood with my intention.

"Tumben, what's the show at home?"

"No show, I just want to" she replied casually.

It turns out that my mind is more advanced than mine. He must have deliberately done all that to attract the attention of Pak Lurah and his family. "No papa to, Mom. Like that?" many doubt.

"Yo no papa to, we are good intentions, Pus. Silaturrahmi," replied the mother.

"Wait, Mom!" call me in a loud voice.

"What else?" Mom stopped her footsteps. Right in the doorway. I approached him immediately too. "If you call it mbok don't yell it to, Pus. I've been kayaking your Tarzan." I repeatedly advised her to speak more softly and softly. How else, this loud voice of mine will descend from him. It is born from birth.

"That's slowest, Mom." I replied giggling.

"That's you, if you say ngeyel."

"Let's go, Puspa's the one that's between the food, ma'am!" Without waiting for an answer from Mom, I ran to the bathroom. It is impossible to visit Fadli's house in a state of not bathing.

After I finished dressing up, I immediately replied to the bushel that my mother put on the table.

"Be careful, Pus! Don't spill it!" Mothers mewanti-wanti.

Thank goodness I have a mother who is as understanding as she is. Without asking for it, you already know what I want. Pray for your son, Mom! Good luck with getting that handsome guy's heart. I murmured in my heart.

Not long after I arrived at the home of the future-in-law. It's nice to be rich, cars can change at will. As far as I know, Pak Lurah's car is black, now it has turned red.

May my efforts to approach Fadli succeed, so that I can ride the luxury car every day.

Impatiently, I knocked on Fadli's door. I hope to meet him today.

"Assalamualaikum," I said out loud.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, " sounds authentic from within.

"cn ... Puspas. Come inside!"

Mrs Lurah herself welcomed my arrival. Looks like it's my lucky day, because everything went perfectly.

I entered the mansion following the footsteps of Bu Lurah. Pucuk in love ulam also arrived. Fadli was sitting on the living room sofa. My efforts were not in vain at last. I put on my sweetest face when I greeted him.

"Puspa?" The man stood up and approached. Making the rhythm of my heart that was originally fine, immediately rumbled like a middle war drum in the shade.

"Oh yes, this is a little food from Mom," I said as I handed over the bushel I brought to Fadli's mother. Because fascinated, I forgot to still hold the challenge in hand.

"Walah .. kok bother to your mother. Thanks yo," Bu Lurah brought the bushel and its contents into the kitchen. I made up, of course I want to bother wong no want.

Fadli took me to sit on the couch. I timidly followed.

"Your house is very comfortable Lo, dear,"

Not until my butt stuck perfectly on the sofa, a soft voice sounded from inside. A beautiful girl came out while fixing her clothes, it seemed like she was from the bathroom.

My reflexes immediately rose from my seat.

"Eh, are there guests?" said surprised.

"Make him Puspa, my old schoolmate," Fadli introduced himself to her.

"Hi, Puspa. I'm Yasmin Fadli's girlfriend" she said as she reached out to me.

Degh's!

A boyfriend? So Fadli has a girlfriend? This beautiful? As soon as my body shrunk, she was so beautiful. The skin is white clean and smooth. As soon as I looked at the remains of the mosquito bites on my arms and calves, it was clear that I had lost far to this woman.

How could I forget? it was definitely a lot of beautiful and smooth creatures like her in the city. What was I expecting? Fadli put his heart on a country girl like me? The hawkish singer. It's definitely not possible.

"Pu-Puspa," I welcomed her helping hand and introduced myself stammering.

My God, the skin is so smooth. I was not confident when I touched it.

"It's nice to meet you, Puspa," she replied.

From our name alone has stretched a very far body. Puspa and Yasmin.

"Come, Honey! I have to go home soon, tomorrow there's a meeting in the canto" the woman said, holding Fadli's hand. In the meantime, I was just plonga-plongo watching their intimacy.

"Awhile, Pus. I took Yasmin out" Fadli said goodbye to me.

"Wait on! I'm going home too. I'm saying yes Fad," It's good that they just wanted to leave me. I'll go first at least it looks better.

"Aren't you waiting, Pus? How's challenge?" Fadli thought about the rantang.

I no longer think of my mother's pink bushel, because saving face is more important.

"No papa, Fad. Tomorrow can still be taken, or for Bu Lurah only the challenge. Geratis," I don't know what I'm saying, the important thing is that I can get out of there.

"I am first, there is important business. Assalamualaikum,"

I immediately turned the motorbike parked in the yard.

nggreng!

I was traveling at above average speed. I don't care what they think about me, one thing I'm sure hurt. I feel like something is hurt inside me, but it's not bleeding.

Along the way I cried. The village girl doesn't know herself! I do not stop condemning my stupidity.

My chest feels so tight, is this how heartbreak feels? Is this karma because I often reject Tejo? Lah, why do I even remember Tejo at times like this? Makes my chest even more tight.