Small Stars For Faila

It's hard to turn

IT'S HARD TO TURN

Several beats I chose to pretend to sleep and let Frans take care of it.

Frans rubbed his eyes, opened the door and got out of the car.

Not long before Frans woke me up, it seemed like the Policemen wanted to question me too.

“Fai” wake up briefly”sata Frans patting my cheeks quietly.

“Why Frans?”

“Come out for a moment, no Police want to question you”

Exit without regard to appearance. I didn't realize the sari scarf I was wearing to cover the part of my stomach was left in the corner .

the clothes I was wearing showed me my whole stomach. Their eyes looked at us suspiciously. The police looked at Frans and looked at me alternately .There were two apartment dwellers, two security guards and two police officers. In total there are six people who are currently looking at my appearance which shows the abdomen. Frans and I had not noticed the gaze investigating them because we felt like we were doing nothing. So we both acted calm, because we were both sleepy as well.

“Ia My wife Pak” said Frans, because the Police still ask my identity fortunately I also bring my identity.

“We came because of another apartment resident report .Because it was said that it had been built several times .But you guys didn't hear it “ the police explained.

“Iya sir sorry, I am also a resident of this apartment as well,” Frans said handing over his identity card

“Iya right sir, after clearly seen he lives here sir,” said the security guard.

Their eyes stared at the open belly of Frans pulling the suit I was wearing, and wearing it to me.

“What's his wife right?,” his eyes look condescending

Frans was very calm to face him. Every question the police gave, was answered casually and as is.

We wanted to be questioned at the nearest Police Station . Check the level of drinks in Frans' body. But Frans showed the police his own tools, they fell silent.

“I uda said Sir earlier, just too tired and very sleepy so I sleep here”. Frans

Finally released by the police after being examined, only one hour, because it was not proven to have done anything wrong.

“We why are we here?” I looked at Frans

“So the road to the house is jammed I think to my apartment faster-“

“Terus?”

“Until here I doubt” said Frans.

“Why question ? forgot to bring the key?” I'm Tanya.

He glanced at me and threw his eyes away.

“Songs because you follow” Frans said

I grumbled ” Emang I want to say what you are there, If you hide something there I will not talk , your family,” I said annoyed.

“ I'm not worried about you, but I'm worried about myself.Fear I can't control it Frans looked at me.

“Idih Apaan sih” said and entered the car back.Frans also come in

“Continue going where?” frans asked, shaking his head from the car seat.

“Tersubah,” I said resigned, join the resuscitate head.

“We went up aja yes,” said Frans.

Clock shows 03:00 WIB.

He decided finally to go to his apartment,

in Frans' apartment I felt something make my chest feel tight.on the little nightstand I got an hour woman. Looks like Adella's, I've seen her wear it.

“You want to sleep in what room here sofa” asked Frans

I turned on my phone which I turned off from earlier.

“There were some incoming calls from my brother and there was a missed call from Felix.

I thought about it again, even missing her I still vividly remembered how I hugged her earlier.

It can't make me sleep. Anyway I'm trying to keep my memory still on Felix .The man who is my ex now. The ex I left behind to pursue the love of someone who doesn't want me anymore, at least that's what I thought

I feel like the clothes I wear make me feel claustrophobic and not free. I chose Frans shirt dress, I chose –choose Frans wardrobe that mostly work shirts, baby I forgot to lock the door. I just closed it earlier I think Frans was asleep. Because it's morning.

The sari clothes were doomed, already lying all on the floor that covered my body parts just a pair of matching interiors. I still love to choose clothes that are suitable for me to wear. Frans' open wardrobe door blocks from entrance .

“What do you do?” Frans looked at me cynically. Just standing behind me, that look made me feel ashamed of myself.

“Don't misunderstand Frans, I just want to borrow your shirt that makes the sari uncomfortable,” I said nervous because Frans' eyes like not liking me at this time.

“Keep you comfortable like that?” Frans looks angry he's back out. He also seems to want to change clothes because it looks like he only uses white singlet.

Why is he so angry with me . I just opened the closet. He thought I wanted to steal or he thought I wanted to tease him. You're so damn rude, Frans. Why are you looking so low. I'm your wife right now, if I don't wear clothes like this, then why? Can't you speak well . I hate you so much Frans said I cried hurt.

I'm not wearing his shirt. My heart is very hurt. I sat hugging my knees. My heart feels tight. I want to get out

Can't stand it in that Frans sleeps on the couch in the living room, I want to get out. My hand just wanted to open the door. But Frans' hand held the door.

“It's only four hours Faila, no cab passing from here. This place is prone to this hour. So wait a minute.”

“What do you care” I said pushing his body.

“I brought you here so I have to take responsibility.”Said Frans.

“I don't care, want prone cake, want horror cake. I don't care, I just want to get away from this place,” I said pushing Frans' body so his hand wouldn't hold the door again.

“Stop Faila enough!” his hand held both my hands.

“I don't want to ,why should I stay here while you look at me low. Haa!” My cry grew angry, like an atrocity

Paaaak ~

One hard slap drifted to the cheek. He just kept quiet.

“It's okay if it can make you Calm.” Said Frans.

“I'm not satisfied Frans. I hate you so much. Why are you looking at me low?”

“You concluded so Faila.I never thought like that,” Frans said.

The face has red marks. Because of my pretty hard slap.

“Why do you hate me so much Frans? Wh why? I apologized for the mistake I made. Can't you forgive me?” I said crying

Frans hugged me from behind

“I'm sorry Faila, because I made you cry” Frans said still hugging me. “You're a hard wound I healed Faila. You're a beauty I can't have” Frans said.

I am still confused by the meaning of his words.

“What does the word mean staring at him”

He just scratched my hair.

“Give me the time Faila” I still want to rise at this time , I want to rise faila, you know, my ideals and dreams are the most important of all Frans said.

So please give me time to think and let's go as we agreed Frans said.

“But I will always support you Frans”

“I know, I don't want to. I want to Focus on my career ” Frans said.