Sadness And Love

Chafts. 13 { Home mom }

13 Chafter.

The Bandung train station.

At about 11am, the train arrived at the station. I got out of the carriage with the middle-aged man.

“ Are you picked up?”ask the man named Hamdan towards me.

“ May. But, I guess mom won't pick up.” My answer.

“ Coincidentally my niece picked me up. You can hitchhike and I'll have my niece drop you off first.”

“ Thank you. But, it seems like I will trouble you. I will take a taxi or taxi online only.” I said subtly.

“ Already at 11. Danger if you have to go home alone or take public transportation or online motorcycle taxi. “

I bit my lips. It was as if I was hesitant to decide whether or not I would go with this man.

“ Om Hamdan.”

A slightly screaming voice made me look back. A woman wearing a blue jacket approached us.

“ Why the hell uncle has to take the train. Not a private driver. Why try to bother taking the train.” That woman in the blue jacket.

Hamdan laughs. And I was only speechless to notice the spoiled attitude of the woman who might be around 25 years old, she hugged her uncle spoiledly in front of me.

“ Stt.” Hamdan said, as if he wanted to hide something in front of me. “ Vianka, recognize this travel companion om.” Said Hamdan while introducing me to his nephew.

“ Elisha.” I said introducing myself.

The woman named Vianka returned my introduction well.

“ Let's go home , om. I've been waiting since the afternoon. Om even just came at this time.” Hamdan smiled.

“ Sorry.” I said in between their talks. “ I'm sorry first .” I said again.

I don't know why, Om Hamdan felt there was something. He immediately held me by holding my left hand.

“ Let me take you. It's late at night.” Hamdan.

I-i refused. But, the middle-aged man did not seem to lose his mind. Without being able to resist, I had to go along.

On travel.

Hamdan opened the conversation. It seems like he wants to know about me. When he asked a question. I am confused whether I want to be honest or not.

“ You stay with your parents.”

“ Only stay with mom.” My answer.

“ Where's your dad?” ask again.

I'm silent. Like I'd like to say. If I didn't know who my father was.

“ Mother divorced. And father remarry.” Answer me with lies.

The silver car that read mikey kept on going and broke through the darkness. Suddenly, my phone rang. I reached into my bag. And I found my phone on. On the phone monitor it says Aunt Mira's name. I pressed my phone and the phone was connected.

“ Where are you?” ask for a voice from across the phone.

“ Travel home mom. “ I said.

“ Taxi ride.” Ask mom or Aunt Mira. My birth mother.

“ Car ride friend.”

“ My traveling companions on the train.”

“ Guys or girls.” Cut again.

“ Guys and girls.”

“ Don't easily trust people. If there is anything contact me. “ he said. “ House keys are under pot. Maybe I won't be home tonight. And one more.” He said in between he sighed. “ if you need money. You take it in my room. The money is in the drawer of the dressing table.” Clearly again.

“ yes.” Reply slowly. Then the phone line just disconnected.

“ From your mother.” Ask Hamdan.

I'm just nodding.

Hamdan slightly heard the conversation from across the phone. The woman's voice sounded so flat. There was a curious feeling that made Hamdan want to ask about me. However, he abandoned his intention when I asked Vianka to turn towards the big alley. The car also turns. Inside the alley there were so many houses. I asked him to stop at one of the houses, which was painted in blue.

“ You stay here.” Hamdan asked as I got out of the car.

“ Yes. “ reply. “ Want to stop by.” My bargain.

“ Next time aja.” Vianka replied, rejecting my offer. He seemed to want to rush home.

“ Ohya.” Hamdan. He pulled out a business card from his jacket. “ If you need help. Contact me. “ the next time.

I took the card and read it.

Hamdan Hermawan's. SE. SH

CEO & CMO

Waw!

Is he someone really great. But, he looks simple. Not like a CEO who has a high position.

“ Then. See you soon.” Pamphitt.

I smiled as the car carrying the middle-aged man left.

“ Elisha.”

The voice that suddenly called my name sounded like an illusion. I closed my eyes, and for a moment I opened them. There's no one. I was just hallucinating. There are feelings I don't understand. Why do I feel like I heard Raiyan's voice calling me.

“ Close your eyes.”

Those words remind me of a kiss. My first kiss was beautiful and sweet. But, when I realized it. The kiss now felt bitter.

Raiyan !

This heart grumbled calling your name.

I want to hear your voice.

Knowing your circumstances.

And hope to see your sweet smile.

Look at your beautiful eyeballs.

And the way you look into my eyes and my heart.

I Miss U.