Senior Beautiful Incaranku

Want to get closer

Povs. Danu Narendra's

Because of that dream, this morning I was a little late to the office. I never thought after so long, even seven years he was back in my dreams. Fortunately, when I entered the room, there was still a minute left.

I looked at the whole room like something was lacking for a few days. Yeah, I haven't seen her for almost a week. The workspace was so weird, it felt like something was missing for me. I don't know if it's for someone else. Could they feel the same?

There's a lot I want to know about him, whatever it is. But I still hold back because of some things. First, I'm still a new person here, second I don't want to be called to someone else's problem, even though I actually want to know more about my senior. Third, he is a mystery to me.

The third thing that intrigued me about an Ayuna Maharani. In fact, I want to get closer to him.

"Mba Yuna's trial was very heavy, she must be sad again now,"

"I sent WA to him, but not on bales. Maybe he needs some time to do it himself first, remember his fucked-up mind,"

But my ears were never closed. A lot of seliweran I heard about Ayuna. If Gita and Syifa were talking about it even in a whispering voice, I could hear the core of their conversation.

In essence, Ayuna's condition this time was really being hit by a severe test. I don't know what exam, I can only conclude it like that. If I had known, I would have been happy to help her.

Today, after finishing lunch and buying one cold drink at the office cafeteria, I headed straight to the study room again. I'd rather rest indoors than go out hot like so many people.

Although actually Gita and Syifa always invited me to eat together, I always refused on the grounds of drowsiness and want to sleep. In fact, there was nothing I did in the room, I just set aside my time to finish a little bit of my work. Counting is good, can reduce my work that is being dense. Moreover, these few days my spirit feels slack.

Arriving at the front door of the study, I faintly heard the sound of someone's sobbing. I made it clear again by walking slowly, and I was sure that this was the sound of someone crying. I slowly grabbed the doorknob, so it wouldn't be heard by someone in there.

Sure enough, I saw clearly Ayuna was covering her face. I could also hear a heavy sobbing of the sound he was holding. Just look at it, I can't. Want me to get closer and give Yuna some peace of mind. But, there are still many words 'but' that get in the way of my actions.

A few minutes I waited for Yuna to open her face, and it was true that my wait was fruitful. Yuna's lethargic face, puffy eyes and slight swelling can be clearly seen.

Oh my God, what is the matter that's been going on with him until he looks this sad?

I felt bad, afraid that Yuna would be ashamed because of my presence. As an excuse, I poured him a cold drink I had bought at the cafeteria earlier. A bottle of drink saved me this time.

"Drink,"

Ayuna wiped away the traces of her remaining tears. If he had asked me to help wipe those tears away, then I would gladly have done so. Again, I felt like I was 'thinking'.

"Eum," I made Ayuna wake up again by shaking the bottle in my hand towards her. Hopefully, he will receive the drink. Because I know, when you cry, your throat will feel dry. Moreover, his cries were so heavy and chest tight.

"Thank you," said Ayuna with a heavy voice accompanied by a sobbing.

Ayuna turned the bottle cap. I can see that with all his might he tried to make the lid open. But it seems like it has run out of energy.

I took the bottle back from his hand. I turned the lid off, after it was felt open I handed it back to Ayuna.

"Thank you" said Ayuna again with her gaze lowered.

I want to laugh, but I am afraid of sin. When I know this strong and tough looking woman can't open the lid of a drink bottle that I think is very easy.

"I'm sorry, I was ..."

"How are you, Mother Yuna?" I don't want Yuna to feel awkward discussing the matter and apologizing to me. Until I decided to divert the conversation by asking him how he was doing.

Everyone has a problem and it's different. At least if we see people are sad because of the problem, we can comfort it even though our problem is actually more severe. That's a good guy's thought, I think.

However, if we want to entertain is a person like Ayuna. Better to break that intention. Just give him some time to himself. Because he needs that time more.

"As you can see," Ayuna replied with a small, barely noticeable smile. Although I know, the smile of falsehood was just to cover up her sadness.

"And you can't tell this to anyone else?"

I smiled at Ayuna's question. And unconditionally, I immediately nodded my head slowly.

"Just calm down, Mom,"

Then he refocused on a computer he hadn't touched in days. He seemed to miss that computer. Luckily the keyboard and the computer were because every day got the touch and gaze of women like Ayuna.

Luckily, I could see Ayuna's smile that I hadn't seen since I first came here. Luckily, today I saw him working again, although I was also sad to see him cry.

"Mba, Yuna?" call Syifa.

The arrival of Syifa and Gita bothered me. I think they're both so noisy. Although Syifa looks calm, but Gita takes Syifa to follow her all-bar.

"Yuna, when's dateng? How not ngabarin?" Ask gita.

"It was just this afternoon," Ayuna replied briefly.

"Gapain the work, not all tomorrow," said Gita with a mouth a little monyong.

"At home, Git," Yuna is still struggling with her computer and keyboard. Despite talking to other people, his eyes still work staring at the computer.

"Berrantem is the same as Good?"

"Not you, Git,"

I don't know who Good Gita meant, Ayuna also did not clarify who she was. I thought, maybe Yuna's sister or sister. Or his pet too. Don't tell me if Yuna already has a boyfriend or maybe married, that sounds really bad. Even my heart felt that it could not accept it, I was astonished at myself.

I glanced towards Yuna sitting down, because our table was indeed next to each other. Opposite me is Syifa. To Gita, he sat right across from Ayuna.

When he glanced, whether it was a coincidence or Yuna was aware, he glanced at me. Our eyes met, so that I could clearly see the awkwardness that Yuna showed.

"And you, I've sent you an e-mail, please check it,"

I've been too ge-er because Yuna glanced at me, it turns out that she just wanted to tell me this. God, in my heart I continue to curse my own stupidity.

"Yes, Mom," I replied stiffly.

"And you think Yuna is what kind of mothers?? Don't call Mom, call Yuna!!"

Suddenly Gita spoke in the midst of my gnawing. True also his words, Yuna does not look like mothers. He even looks younger than me.

"Oh, what can you do, ma'am?" I asked to glance towards Yuna back.

"Whatever."

Already, after that word up came out of Yuna's mouth. I don't want to talk about anything anymore. I still clearly remember how Yuna was crying so hard. Perhaps at this moment, he still needed some space to calm his heart.

It was almost afternoon, time showed at half-four. Syifa and Gita decided to go home first because they felt they had finished their work. Reportedly, they went home one way. So, the two of them always went home and left together.

Not with Yuna. He still struggles with computers and occasionally glances at his cell phone.

"Not come home?" I asked Yuna.

"First of all," he replied a little indifferently.

"I'm waiting,"

I deliberately waited for Yuna to finish and hoped that she would immediately turn off her computer. I know his mood is not okay right now. Why is he crazy to work and push himself? Doesn't he need a break?

"Wait for me?"

Why did Yuna ask like that? Does he really want to know my true purpose? Honestly, I was confused myself. Why am I acting like this to Yuna? I seem to want to get closer to him.

"Go home with yuk, maybe we're in line,"