Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapters 10

Ding dong ding dong

I snorted in shock, between conscious and unconscious I turned my gaze to the old wall clock that had firmly awakened me on this dull Monday.

Mondays?

Ah yes, it's Monday, it means I have to hurry up and pick up the rupiah coffers to the office so I can make food for the skin and stomach that every day want to be spoiled.

I lazily got up from my bed, stretched my stiff body, until my feet landed back on the earth.

I'm lyrically slow cell phone that I charge while I sleep, empty! No messages or missed calls from anyone.

I growled with annoyance, once again Galang disappeared without a word.

Did he not think of me here anxiously waiting for him?!

My heart was again showered with disappointment, even though I had often been like this, but I did not want to learn from experience.

Just one step I left the contest, secret love song playing from my phone.

There's a phone coming in!

At a speed faster than the speed of light, I grabbed my phone without seeing who was calling, receiving the call.

“Kanayaaaaa” my shoulder slumped, my hope dashed already.

This is the voice of the Goddess, not the person I expected.

I lazily sat back down, conversing with the current Goddess might be able to restore my broken mood since yesterday.

“Halo? Just woke up?”

“Hmmmm”

“Let's take your life I want to say something”, I straightened my body.

“Iya Goddess! What’s up?” he laughed cheerfully at my response, greatly inversely proportional to my moody self.

“I have a surprise for you!” I put my phone away and look at the date today, not my birthday because I just had a birthday right?

“What?”

“Video call yuk, let you see for yourself”

Suddenly our call became a video call, I saw Alan who was crying, because it turned out that the Goddess was wearing a rear camera, I was confused.

“Dear dear, do not cry first, there is Naya, we want to tell Nay right?” he told Alan, I saw Alan wipe his tears violently, and tried to smile at the camera that was held by the Goddess.

“Good Morning Aunty!!” they shouted together with Alan who showed a testpack complete with black and white photos with a small circle of green bean seeds.

My eyes are fleshy, I subconsciously bring my phone screen closer to make sure what I see, and that's right, two lines, which means positive, Goddess is positively pregnant!

Instantly I was immediately excited, making the two of them laugh at my excitement.

“Aaaaaahhh congratulations to Goddess and Alan, you’ll be parents! Aaaah! I can’t believe this!” happy say.

They hugged me, no matter how many times.

“Thanks Aunty!” the Goddess replied adorablely, no tears were shed, really, The Goddess had expected this to happen since they planned to get married, and God granted it in just four months of marriage.

“Yahh, Aunty kok cry anyway, do not cry dong, later mama I follow nangis” he said by mimicking the voice of a small child, as if the fetus was talking.

“How old is your little one?” I wipe my tears and smile back at the camera.

“New five weeks, do’ain we healthy always yes?”

The two nodded happily, Alan peeked at the Goddess' forehead fondly, the tears were back dripping from his sharp eyes, it looked sweet in my eyes to the size of a man as cold as Alan.

“Yaudah aunty, I want to go to papa first yes, aunty her work spirit” after hearing that without greetings and greet our connection is cut off, damn them both, and, now I can imagine what they will do after this.

Singleillah fate!

Instead of taking a shower, I lay my body on the bed that every night became my place to relieve all my fatigue.

I also want to be loved like that, like Dad who loves Mama all the time, like Alan who spills his affection on the Goddess every time, I also want to be treated like that!

The romantic poem by Sapardi Djoko Damono that I read last night.

...I want to love you simply, though,...

...In a word that wood cannot speak to fire that makes it ash....

...I want to love you simply, though,...

...With a signal that the clouds could not deliver to the rain that made it go away....

How romantic he was to string those words together, I guess, it must have been for someone who was able to drive him crazy because of the love that was too burning that never extinguished even though many things wanted to make him extinguished.

Lucky for someone who has a partner like them all, like Mr. Sapardi, like Dad, or like Alan who is able to make his partner the happiest and lucky person in the world.

In addition to rain, I love literary works such as poetry and novels, occasionally I also write poetry as a reflection of a full mind that is a little loose by pouring it through words and ink scraping sheets of paper.

Me? Never be romantic with someone, your partner does not have one.

I remembered my past man, as well as Galang. A group of complicated people who are able to make my life unbecoming.

I sat back lazily, I grabbed a small note that was already a package with a pen that I hooked on the spiral note.

Sitting on my knees, I pulled the pen out, and opened the pen lid and opened the sheet by sheet where I spilled all my race.

...Was it my fault that I wished?...

...If not, please let....

...But if I'm wrong, can I get a chance?...

...If not, please give no hope....

I close the rough little book, I get angry, I feel like I'm being played. Why is my story always like this, leading to uncertainty. I just want to be happy like everyone else. But it was as if something was awakening to me, that perception was wrong.

Would everyone in pairs be happy? Are couples the source of happiness? I seem to forget, my partner will also be human, he could be wrong and disappoint me someday.

Unless my partner is going to incarnate an angel, but if an angel takes life or guards hell? Ihhh spooky too.

Sebasurd was my mind on this not-so-bright morning.

Tok tok tok tok

“Honey?! You're awake, aren't you, son?! It's been six o'clock this” shouted my mama from behind the door, it didn't feel like it had been more than thirty minutes I was pensive to think about the unclear.

“Already Mam, I’ll be ready soon!” after saying that I chose to take a shower before my vague thoughts regained control of me and made me late to the office.

I've decided, I won't wait for Galang, let him come back to me. Yes, after all we're just two people in the same feeling, not the same relationship, no commitment, maybe that's what keeps me from making it a priority.

I am a fool!

TB