Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 12's

“Honey, eat a lot. keep mom as long as papa is not at home, wait papa come home”

I pretended to read the new book I bought some time ago when I heard the soft whispers of the young couple beside me who seemed to be splitting up for a while.

I lyrics them at a glance, apparently the papa is communicating with the child who is still in the womb of his wife.

“Mas, you do not forget to eat yaa” said the woman spoiled.

“Iya darling”

“Don't forget to call me if you've reached”

“Iya”

I closed the book I was reading and stood up from my seat.

It's not that I can't see the romance of these two cool humans sharing this love, even though there's a bit of envy.

I had to go to the check-in counter because I heard the airport announcement of my departure from Surabaya to Jogja.

In the end, I decided to take a vacation after all that had happened to me lately, I felt the need for healing for my peace of mind and sanity of mind.

I leaned my body against the plane seat I ordered, by the window, my favorite.

The shadow of the man and woman came back to my mind, for some reason, seeing romance like that always makes me want the same thing.

At the age of me who should have had a partner and married, in fact I returned alone.

If I remember, I never ended my previous relationships, but it was my partner who left me.

Now I'm back to wondering with myself, is it not worth that I'm happy with my partner?

My first love, different beliefs.

My second love, blocked by blessing.

Third love? Drear.

Eventually they all left me with all the sweet memories tipped to wounds.

I exhaled as I closed my eyes, the flashes of the past re-spinning in my memories, the wonderful memories with the three of them.

To the tears and the pills of my heart as they left without fighting for me.

Back to what was wrong with me.

Too expensive to sell?

Or is this too spoiled?

Maybe because my look is getting boring? To make them all run away.

Tired of staring at the roof of the plane, I turned to the window, the leaves of the trees that were getting smaller and the ground where I had been on foot began to be invisible when the plane I was riding on took off changed with a view of the sky and clouds that greeted.

This is my first trip using air transportation when I want to go to Jogja, usually I prefer to use the train, this time I want to try a new sensation.

Why Jogja? Because the city is a student city that is thick with culture, I like anything related to science and Jogja City has it all, countless times I visited Jogja.

But I never get tired of coming again and again.

A city that has always been a temporary escape for me to take a break from the hustle and bustle of my routine.

Is this what it feels like to fly? I felt so close to the clouds I had been looking at from down there.

Oh, I know how I felt leaving me that day.

Ah, he's the one I remember.

But maybe, he seemed to forget about me and disappeared like the wind. Come cool, go leave the opium taste of coolness that he once gave.

One thing I regret is not slapping him as hard as possible and then leaving him without guilt, but no, I didn't do that, even I almost felt sorry to beg him to come back, which in fact he didn't come back.

“Huhhhh” I exhaled in annoyance, letting out the vexation that was now piling up on my chest.

I regret never giving her such sweet memories as she gave me.

Is correct.

Now I regret that.

It's possible, if I get a little lethargic and receive it with the chest room at that time we can still relate to this time because our status of ‘maybe’ just make it tied to me.

But isn't it forever like that?

It was only on my mind, not necessarily that he thought the same thing.

Too tired to think, made me lean my head against the window of the plane. Until my eyes become heavy, drowsiness begins to take hold of me, I hope that when I wake up all my grief will be gone.

Must disappear! Reduced at least.

***

My hands are still cool stirring a cup of mactha that is still puffing smoke, I inhale slowly the aroma, a scent that can relax me instantly.

After falling asleep on the plane, my feelings had improved, at least it was better.

The rain that returned to the city of Jogja like welcoming my arrival made my mood increase, while waiting for my taxi order, I chose to sit in the airport cafeteria enjoying a cup of matcha and look at the rain ripples met with the ground.

I already booked a hotel room a few days ago, my only 3-day cut I will use as well as I can, because after this, after this, I don't want to be upset anymore because of the person who obviously chose to leave me.

“Naya! This is Kanaya, right?” the greeting broke my daydream, I was immediately shocked when I saw who greeted me this time.

“Who Mam?” the middle-aged woman glimpsed at the foreign woman who had just come, then looked back at me, walked up to me and hugged me.

At first I was surprised, but this friendly response made me unable to remain indifferent to him.

“How are aunty?” my bases.

“Nah right, call aunty again, this must be because Panji you can not meet Mama right, until forget again the same call” scolding Mama Naura made me bite my lips softly, so, it recalled in my mind how to scold his son in front of me back then.

“Sorry, Ma” my great-granddaughter, the gloomy face immediately faded, replaced by a smile that made his father's face back out.

“Mam, This?” asked the foreign woman with a confused look, I also wondered who she was.

“Oh yes Mama until forgot to recognize you as a potential new member in our family” explained Mama Naura who made this woman in front of us round her eyes in disbelief.

“This? His candidate is Brother Mam?” ask her with a gaze of researching me from top to bottom that makes me a little uncomfortable.

“Iya, beautiful right?!” the woman in front of me just nodded, without saying a word, I can guess she doesn't like me, even though I don't know who she is and her relationship with Mama Naura either.

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“Nay, knowin, this is his little sister Panji, his name is Maura” I look at this woman.

Then nodded at a glance to greet him, his behavior had successfully made me want to build a large wall with him.

“Panji has two sisters, this is the first sister, it happens to be a girl, the second sister is a boy, ah Panji must have told you?” obviously again make me nod, want to say what else, let alone the genealogy of his family, asked the full name of Panji I do not know!

Ting!

My tax order is coming!

“Ehm, Tan- uh Ma, Naya said yes, Taxi order Naya has picked up” my fare, as before, the response is the same as that time, Naya, but thanks to the help of Panji's younger sister whose name is Maura, I managed to escape from the shackles that were unconsciously created by me and Panji at that time.

In the taxi I could only stare at the wet window from the rain earlier, not as hard as it was, but the cold tonight made my brain freeze again.

After this what else, God?

My feeling is that there will be another meeting with Panji or his family.

But hopefully that doesn't happen.

TB