Pink Love

Shakes Asmara

Shaking romance Dina to mas Bagus longing to accompany lonely nights alone. Dina, who had felt the tender love and warm embrace of Mas Bagus, guided the faithful themselves to always wait for the Bagus until later they will really meet. The beauty that had existed between them, made the longing more attached to Dina's heart. Even though gray cloudy hit but longing not the slightest can turn away from him. The night is getting late, the flickering stars in the sky as if whispering to each other, Dina's delusion about a lover who is always nosy playing in the dream of dispelling drowsiness. Still clear in the ears of Dina whisik mesra mas Bagus will miss and love even if a day they do not meet each other. Memories with Mas Bagus while together were still neatly stored in his heart. Nice charm that handsome can not be forgotten, was on his side as if rising above average. Perhaps not only Dina could feel proud side by side with a dashing and handsome country man exuding charisma. Other women may feel the same way if they have a handsome lover and have a meaningful position as a servant. Dina smiled at the end of the night strands, because another month she had to go home.

One month later, Dina, Lala and colleagues at the homecoming factory ahead of Lebaran. The speed of the night bus they were riding quickly shot towards home. The rain fell as if participating brought Dina who was about to return. The speed of the bus is increasingly careful on the wet asphalt road, the musical accompaniment in the bus flowed beautifully in the ears making existing passengers occasionally imitate the sound with the singer on the screen hanging in front of them. Heavy rain welcomed the bus in the middle of the night through the highway. A bus that drove in front of the bus that Dina was riding on, seemed to swerve to the right and left.

"Is this the driver the most sleepy?" said the driver who was driving the bus that Dina and Lala were riding. Dot... dot... dot...! Horn pack driver to arouse the bus driver in front of him. A few seconds later, the bus in front of them is now balanced again on the left side of the highway. Dot...dot... dot...! The horn of the driver again while glancing at the smile when the bus he was steering drove to precede a bus that had joleng earlier. The driver smiled as he shook his head for a moment leaving the bus that he had just overtaken earlier. The bus kept speeding through the darkness of the night, while the drowsiness whack. Now he has guided Dina in a deep. The morning before Dina and Lala smiled cheerfully as the bus he was riding arrived in Tegal his homeland. Dina and Lala who just got off the bus, immediately greeted the taxi drivers who were ready to deliver to their village. Two motorcycle ojek now drove Dina and Lala to their village. Thirty minutes later, Dina and Lala had reached his courtyard. Mother's smile and mark the tolan that is there welcome the arrival of Dina and Lala who just got off the motorcycle taxi.

"What time is it from Jakarta?" ask mother.

"Yes Ma'am, I finished praying Isiah." replied Dina.

In the afternoon, Dina sat back in the chair of her house hall while looking at the traffic of the motorcycle. While the children seemed cool playing in the courtyard of the neighboring house next to him. From behind the black glass window of his house, some distance down the street, a handsome young man was walking towards his house. Dina unblinkingly looked at the handsome young man who had been filling the longs for the recesses of her heart. The young man looked calm when walking as if he was indifferent to the wind that hit his body.

"Assalamualaikum.." said the young man knocked on the door that was left open as wide as two feet.

"Waalaikumsalam." answered Dina flatly. Good widened the door, Dina sat quietly, clenching her face.

"Dina Deck, when to return from Jakarta?" tanya Nice while extending her hand. Dina welcomes the hand of the Bagus mas flat only when shaking hands.

"How's Dina's deck doing?" tanya Good.

"Good Mas." answered Dina briefly.

"Dina deck even pouted so, why deck anyway?" Good to ask again.

"The Good Mas is cruel, my time in Jakarta has never once sent word." replied Dina in a slightly upset tone.

"Ah reason, mas Bagus is still expecting Yuli right?" said Dina while looking at the face of Mas Bagus beside her.

"Who said deck...?" stir the mas Bagus with a smile then pinch Dina's cheeks smooth smooth like a freshly cooked bakpao cake.

"Yes! the proof is that I was forgotten mas Good just like that!" said Dina with a pouting face.

"Yes is not the deck. He is married." argue mas Bagus while squeezing the hand of Dina his lover. Squeezing warm hands mas Bagus seemed to drain energy that was able to facilitate the flow of blood Dina who was frozen. The more mas Bagus squeezed his hand, the shackles missed in Dina's chest as if it just came off.

"Eh... Is there a guest apparently?" said Dina's mother who suddenly appeared and greeted them. Nice reflex to take off his hand.

"Yes Ma'am." replied Nice clumsy while smiling kindly to mother.

"Din, make warm tea first there. Make a good mas." said mother reminded Dina.

"Yes Ma'am." replied Dina as she got up and stepped towards the kitchen.

"What's a good kid here for so long?" ask mother.

"No Ma'am. It was only about ten minutes ago" replied Good. A short while later, Dina had already returned to the guest hall while putting a cup of warm tea on the table for Bagus mas.

"Yes already then, let me stay first to the kitchen." said the mother to Bagus.

"Yes Ma'am." Good replied with a smile and nodded his head to mother. Nice and Dina again sat like before, Good hands back squeezed Dina's hand stringing long pieces that had faded color.