Short Story (Cerpen)

Algerian Line

Category: Romantic Love Short stories

Title: Alger line

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The more heart beats, the more I realize it is not mine, leading me to reality. I saw him standing there with his feet, like a boiled egg on display. I've always loved her, but as time goes on I'm not sure when I'm keeping her and reality once again hurts me to love her. Every step of mine that made him silent waited and led me to a sacred promise that teased me, at this moment.I know how to breathe, but I was again convinced that this body was not mine, but I was again convinced that this body was not mine, I can't control it.

Everyone will feel the same way when it comes to letting a slightly tickling cloth of skin come down looming on the body to hear their sweet compliment, makeup that even I thought could make me look like a clown when I didn't know how it went, I was bad and always was, but at that time where I was a stranger with sunken cheeks, blushing lips and eyes that look tired. This is happiness, the day I wait for and I reach my womanhood. Though, just a few days ago I was unmoved to see the man with the most warmly flattering and masculine gaze that never faded, I did not think that he would come with happy news, I did not think that he would come with happy news, what I've been waiting for ever since I hated him and taught him more than I know what he really is.

I stood on the fence and waited for my beloved to come, my older brother Rio to pick me up because my college hours had been dated. I like the afternoon breeze that looks friendly at all times that I almost often look at than in the morning. The courtyard was large I saw the reflection of the afternoon sky from the side of the front yard which had been deforested towards the murky river and was quite calm. No need to worry as long as I wait for the place never deserted, especially some naughty hordes displayed like expensive items but bad enough at the end of the road there. One of those I know is the senior who threw me on my first dreadful day of college, Alger that's how he's called with his intonation e on a trivial word. That's not his name and I never knew it until now. The guy came up to me on his Harley Davidson bike, maybe it was my gaze that made him come and I just needed to calm down, I've faced worse than this. 'boom,' he said when he first found my gaze with a small laugh as if what he said was a joke, even from that day on he still dared to park his bike in front of me so close, I know he's never been good, to everyone.

'don't think! Because I know what it is. You have a bad hue every afternoon and I think you're bored. Don't talk!', he said, but I wanted to say that men had no brains before they kicked him out, but he was quicker 'I have set it up, I have set it up, and I guarantee you won't get that interlude job before you give, ' he stops and doesn't go on to make me depressed. I have gone through several years to survive in this university, of course I do not want to waste the money that has been spent, too much and too bad if not balanced. I was looking for a job interlude, I thought if my college wasn't solid lately and just to help my spending a lot, at a friend's restaurant not far from here and of course because I'm good at cooking. But it didn't seem easy. 'the funny hanger, ' he continued and the tone of his voice was ridiculous he wanted a hanger that was hanging in the square zipper of my backpack, this, yesterday he asked for my cheap plastic cell phone protector and tomorrow what else?, I just need to calm down he's just a less-worked bully and will be gone in a matter of seconds, blown away by the wind and the twilight sun.

'i didn't respond to this joke, I'm telling you my sense of humor is terrible, ' my face is cold enough to say it while throwing my eyes away and by making her laugh. 'and I don't have to tell you that I like her,' he said with a seductive glance.

'you're trying to bother me?, ' I asked and I was very curious to know what was going on with the man's psychology.

'yes, seeing you so bad is very comforting, ' she replied as if it was a question she had answered.

'there will be no one as bad as me who accidentally stepped on the cat litter and took it into my room, ' I said, and once again he laughed but louder.

'wait, what's your name? remi's? Ah, ' he pretended to be hit when he couldn't remember my name well 'your refusal couldn't be cured, ' he explained and now I'm the one who was hit.

'you always go overboard on everything including your emotions, ' I refute his argument.

'you're always stubborn, ' he said, and at that moment he immediately stepped aside to see the red frog car entering the parking lot, Rio would definitely not have long let me wait, this is what I mean by the wind and the twilight sky getting rid of it.

A few days later, the melody of the blue sea was the most impressive, escaping the waves and the sea breeze to land, the cool afternoon and the sun were never that warm.There are some stories I need to remember, I was Naomi who never knew any man besides my brother Rio until the day I met Sami Ressla whom they used to call Alger. A lot of people call me a good girl, of course, because I'm very concerned about ethics and anyone who gets to know me more closely, not talk much but not be quiet, I'm also very stylish with clothes that are dominated by good materials, sometimes cheap but not cheap, with the easy red pashmina and matching floral pattern dress that I now wear from there they will definitely instantly understand my style.

Sami was standing at the end of it sitting on white sand with his sleeveless t-shirt wet from the water. Every now and then he saw me completely clean and he didn't see it, he looked at me sharply now and I could feel like the distance was so close. Suddenly he stood up and then left just like that, leaving me among those who were as amazed as the beauty of this famous beach. Sami came back with a coconut in his hand and a straw. 'this, ' he said as he thrust the drink at me who still could not see it. I received the coconut because I was thirsty after spending the day's energy with it. He scratched his bald beard at a glance to reduce his desire to mince words 'I will take you home after the afternoon is over, ' he said. I glanced at him it turned out that he still did not understand the argument that I had just thrown.

'I'll be home before afternoon. Without you.' I said before taking a good sitting position and sipping coconut water.

'alright. Look, I'll answer your question which is like a barrage of cheap fireworks, ' he said, exhaling a long breath and sounding like a goat about to be slaughtered, terrible plus points for him, sickening. 'do you remember what happened at the caf' back then? slap me with your shoulder bag, I bet the contents must be bricks!, oh he started again.

'listen! you were so brash back then, even I could have hit you using an iron tray carried by the maid.You think who are you? The host of this world?!' I said look at him so he feels just as bad, if it wasn't for me not daring to go home to see my creepy father I wouldn't be with him right now.

'since then.' Sami's voice softened as if back in the past day it's 'there's a scenario that my friends have for you. Oh they were so bothered that they had to make a scenario for this selfless girl, ' now I'm glaring, that damn guy is always good at igniting emotions, I can only take a calming breath.

'unfortunately I didn't know myself enough to make the street thugs flee in fear, ' I replied proudly. Now Sami who must sigh because it is called a street thug.

'and I kindly helped you out of that scenario just to receive their chastisement, ' Sami was now glaring but her voice softened again in light of the incident.

'it is appropriate for someone who does not understand the meaning of abuse and is disrespectful, ' I said.

'I say it again!' he raised his voice before softening again 'oh. I tried to help that alone, and you called me a savage man, ' he argued.

'maybe you could call me insolent if I didn't put my two servants to accompany you and treat you like a queen. Goddamnit!' now I could only look at him with a stifled look of annoyance because I saw a little more he would definitely make a fuss because his anger was already at the end of his nose, almost down the bone and then into his mouth.

'okay then how did you get over this mess.I was cornered by my family and you kept being chased by your friend who was like that hot crazy lion' I explained a little before burdening him with a question that even I didn't know what to do.

'i've been thinking about it for days, ' he said, I was surprised but a little relieved there was hope in my brain begging that his idea was smart and unlike his chaotic depiction of personality. I waited for him to continue 'I'll marry you, ' he said as flat as possible, as funny as possible but unfortunately it was not at all funny.

'what?' I laughed amusedly but there was a sound of coercion in it. 'I don't think at all that this is serious, alright the plan?,' I asked with raised eyebrows.

'i'm serious, I will follow your family's culture and with this will make the crazy lions run away in shock, ' he explained. I laughed incessantly though I forced it aside from the fear with a serious tone from his mouth, the laughter almost made me die stiff. 'mi,' called out to him and I still laughed 'Naomi!' now I'm silent because I don't think the laughter worked.

'you think of the disturbance here and there and the possibility of harm?,' I asked with a friendly smile, trying to be friendly.

'i don't think there's any interference and the possibility of harm, ' he explained again and made me doubtful.

'how,' I began to take a position to explain at length to Sami 'my family is indeed very have a personality as a strong family, unlike other families that are swayed to follow the times, he said, marriage is a sacred bond and its influence is a lifetime. My family, pay attention to who will be the life partner of his children, who must be from a good family. I apologized in advance but my mother often stressed not to be in close contact with someone from a troubled family let alone that he was a leader of street thugs who liked to get in touch with the police. Maybe then they will throw a suitcase full of contents plastered in front of the house before I go home because I know this crazy plan, ' obviously I but I just set my tone so as not to sound insulting.

'then do you have any other ideas?, ' Sami asked, looking calm.

'for my family's problems I can certainly deal with them, explaining them with reasonable and soothing reasons, but for your problems, I'm sorry,' I saw the understanding of my situation on the man's face and it made me sympathetic, and then I continued, 'You know? I was so shocked by your idea of marrying me, I knew you were a playboy!, ' besides I expressed my sorrow for not being able to help him, my last statement was very judgmental.

'because I'm from a broken family, and my family's mess is unlike any other family that's tossed around in the times, I guess, marriage can put me back in the rules, especially if it comes from a child from a good family and understands ethics, ' he replied making me bite my tongue with my mouth closed for being speechless.

'once again I'm sorry, I wish you had a nice person and come from a good family, ' I said, Sami looked out to sea 'I hope someone has to back off then, I hope someone will, me or them, ' he said, I looked at his body language, he had charisma sometimes. The conversation ended, just before Sami's afternoon drove me home.

I managed to calm my family down but there was still a stain that made them remember my carelessness, how not I lost a few days with 'Bad boy' I mean Alger. after that day I no longer met the Alger even in college, to the extreme I no longer meet the thugs who used to sit on the side of the road every afternoon. I was relieved but I was made to worry considering Sami still had problems with his comrades, however I could not forgive them just like that. Their jokes were really not funny because it almost made me think that I was going to die at that time until I called the police and before the police came Sami took me on the run. I remember it as the greatest memory of my life, I am a mediocre family with a life story that is also mediocre to experience something this ironic.

'hey Mi,' suddenly someone greeted me and I knew the woman, tall and exotic brownish skin, she was Sami's friend. I smiled at him and replied to him. 'oh yeah, do you know why Sami didn't go to college this week?' he asked and I was surprised by two things, Sami did not go to college for a week and this woman asked about Sami to me, apparently I was almost famous. I shook my head 'I don't know.' Then he thought for a moment 'I would feel sorry for him if I didn't know his condition, I heard he had an accident and he was at his house. Hm if you may, I want you to accompany me to visit him, ' he said and I fell silent, I am indeed glad that I no longer meet the man but I am sure it must have happened, her friend won't be quiet before Sami runs out because the dealings with the police back then can't be forgiven by them. 'I really want to see her, I think I'll wait for Rio and let her deliver us.' I explained. The woman looked at her watch, 'you know where Alger's house is?' he asked with raised eyebrows, and I shook his head 'meaning I'm the only one who can take you there, unfortunately I don't have much time.I intend to visit him and it's no more than ten minutes, no more, even less, because I have business that I also have to finish, ' he explained and again I thought, I have to come again to the man's house but now with a different situation. 'oh, I have to regret it for saying yes. Well, I said, I hope nothing bad will happen.

I got acquainted with him and his name was Dalia, the same school as Sami, a long ride in a taxi, after I called Rio and told him what happened. He also said he'd pick me up before night and I agreed. Small conversations took place between us, as I told him about my relationship with Sami and Dalia also told me the meaning of the Algerian word that always accompanies sami. Algerian means Algerian, he lived there since childhood with his father after a divorce with his mother, because the story of life that he said was quite heartbreaking together with his father he decided to return to Indonesia, alone. the story is quite famous especially he is a plot of bad boys, so not infrequently the story of his life melebelli himself. 'he lives in the house of his parents, since the accident his mother who takes care of him,' dalia said after I asked her the trip was far from what I realized when Sami took me to her house. Suddenly I snapped at something as Dalia pulled her hair back and threw her gaze at the window of the taxi simultaneously, something strange about her body language and, like, that, from there I knew something was wrong. Sami has not been to his mother's house since his return from Algeria.

The compulsion that now strikes me in the blindness of my heart, and my same blind eyes. I knew that my life would end this very moment when I heard the giggling of women who I was sure were bad women with heavy voices yelling at me to show victory. Oh my God, I've never felt this bad and scared. They took me into a room and were undetected either by me with their eyes closed, they grabbed me and tied me up, what I think is regret, regret for following dalia or regret for knowing sami. After some time they finally opened my eyes and made me see chaos, glass bottles scattered, the afternoon breeze gently whispered the coming darkness. The large room was inhabited by more than 6 men that I had seen, while in front of it a few meters from my situation was plastered by a similarly messy bilyard table.

'you should understand who is a friend and who is a former friend, ' said a man who was playing the bilyard and steadied the comment. 'alienable!' he shouted. 'it turns out from here that stupidity came, ' he continued and I believe he intended to point at Sami. I could only look at them tired and in my heart kept muttering prayers. 'hope that the alger comes on time if he does not want to see his beloved die!' yelled one more at a closer distance and the intonation was more terrible, I thought I was dead. Long until I realized the disappearance of the monk and he said the end of the talk, he hoped one of them would back off and that was him.

'he's coming!' shouted another person, and from that moment on I understood what it meant to worry about each breath, the actions and circumstances of a person. I can only exhale. 'police?' Ask the others. 'clean, ' he answered. There was a commotion out there, not the sound of shouting or arguments but rather the blow, I was again worried, however I was on the side of the monk now. I saw Sami with a bloody face, dragged in by his own friends, he looked at me and I saw him before I turned him to the right. They were just upset, and Sami said calmly 'wake out your frustration, until you are relieved and aware of what you are doing, ' he said and I grimaced, he calmed down after being hit in a row and the pain felt on my ribs and then he was unconscious.

Spending a lot of time waiting, destroying everything that was fine. But the memory that flows on the pulse kills the night time. Until I lay in the wings of goodness, flying me into real comfort. Tired already, a moving triumph to lie on the wings of goodness, in the darkness that keeps and silent without life.

Like there is an opportunity, but emptiness. There is always a reason and I need a beautiful line, leave me empty until I find peace. Tired of the straight line that throws me to the utterance, which we make.

I've loved Sami Ressla ever since she said she was going to marry me, her family was falling apart and it was only getting worse when she had to lie down for days in the hospital. I visited him with Rio, yes my dear Rio who understands my situation beside my father is furious, but not like a heartless person. Sami woke up the next day and he still had time to tease me with his raised eyebrows and a triumphant smile. I asked him why he had never seen his mother, and he said he was old then and he decided to live alone, she gave me her home address and I called her parents I said that I was the one Sami was going to marry and we begged them to come and give permission, he said, with many sacrifices I had to make such as making a barrage of influential words and coming to the house of the man's mother, with Rio. They finally agreed and came to my house one month later, I was glad that the one-month wait was over and saw Sami with that masculine flattering face back.

I was 21 and Sami was three years old, he was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, his hair was neatly cut, but his smile was stiff as he escorted my hand through curious eyes out of the building. I glanced at him and he was still like a ruby egg, occasionally he tightened his grip and I said 'you are so bad, ' and he glanced at me before then he said 'not so bad until I take you to your red pajamas, ' before I laugh and let this happiness finish its work, between two different lines.