Sorry, We're Not in line anymore
One Month Later
I don't know where, I suddenly want to play at Hira's house, alone. Unaccompanied by Subandi.
And so is Hira. I intentionally did not give any news first.
With pede I came to Hira's house. His mother, welcomed me.
Hira, who was still dressed as a negligee, I saw her rush into the room. Beautiful as well she saw, without hijab. Before long, he appeared and had already changed his clothes with a suit skirt shirt.
"Hira, this is Budiman's son," call Hira's mother. Hira did not answer that call.
But he immediately sat on the living room sofa. His position is facing me.
Meanwhile, her mother left me and Hira, both in the living room.
He seemed to understand, his son was in a man's arms. Hehehehe. But, this is not the right time to make apples to the girl's house. Because it's Monday, which is none other than a working day.
Whatever day it is, it doesn't seem important to me. Now, I just want to come to Hira's house, it feels like a miracle to myself. Usually, I sell expensive with Hira. This time, from this moment, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow I try to lower my ego.
I just realized, my high ego, makes my life feel empty, without the presence of a backrest.
"Hira, make me a drink dong, son Budiman. The warm. It's rainy season." chirped his mother from a distance. Actually, from the kitchen.
Without a sound, Hira got up from her seat, and immediately slid back.
A glass of warm tea, brought Hira from the kitchen. I took the tea, because I really needed a warm one.
That tea from Hira, it really warms my body. Meeting Hira, I don't talk much.
His mother, suddenly came and sat down.
"Son Budiman if at home lazy to cook, just come here. Hira cooks every day, diligently she," said the old woman, praising her daughter.
I just nodded, and smiled, snorted. But, sometime I want to try what is the offer from Hira's mother.
"Don't be a mangosteen Nak Budiman. Awaiting. Let it be prepared the same Hira," explained his mother, like giving the code to me, so that she can be close to her daughter.
"High Ma'am," I said with Javanese accent.
Hira just glanced at me. Wordless. A few minutes later, his mother screamed again, somewhere else.
"Yes, he continued talking to Hira," said his mother. Then back to leaving me and Hira, both.
I looked at the whole room. In one corner of the living room, I saw a picture of Hira, and two women. There's his dad's mom, too.
Ask away. His father was never seen. He said, his father
nothing since she was in high school.
"Oh sorry, I made you sad,"
"Yes, that's okay."
Not felt, time shows at 17:00 wib.
I asked to resign. But her mother held me.
"This is Maghrib, Nak Budiman. Just later. Not in the way of Maghrib time," he advised me.
Understandably, parents still believe things about the rules of ancient times, it is forbidden to walk outside during the adhan maghrib.
I finally saw what Hira's mother said. I waited until the time of the Adhan, only then I left the house of Hira.
***
I turned my memory this afternoon. Turns out I had the courage to come to Hira's house. At first, I thought asking for Subandi's, better. But, I'm rethinking. Until when, I have to depend on Subandi. He also has his own life to take care of. With bismillah, I start living. May the Lord bless me with what I want.
"Bro. Don't be ridiculed. I want to tell you about my life and death, this." I told Subandi, via whatsapp chat.
*Dreettt*my phone is vibrating. I was in a hurry to open it.
Hmmmm. Not from Subandi. But, from the little girl who made me miss it. Ahahahaha! How the hell I just a month more know him, now wear appears a sense of miss everything!
Glad to mix my heart. When he asked, "Have you slept yet?"
That sentence, first of all, I got from a woman, after all these years.
Confused what to answer. Because I'm too happy tonight.
If I say I can't sleep because I still miss, how can I. Uh. I'm lebai. What he said later, I was so sorry to say miss. Naw. I didn't reply.
"Ping!" he said, chat me again.
I answered, with a reply emoticons people laugh.
Eh he asked back. "Kok laughs anyway, Mas," said Hira.
"So I have to" I said.
For the umpteenth time he wanted to talk about learning to paint. At the time, he didn't talk much. Uh this is the guy's already home, freshly chatted.
"Where if later I tell you again, you can do not want private lessons," I explained.
"Okay, Mas awaited the news, yes" said Hira again. After that, we no longer communicate.
*Dreet*
My phone is shaking again. I saw Subandi reply to my chat.
"What's Mas Bro's story?" ask him through chat.
I went straight to the point to tell him what I wanted to tell him.
"I was at Hira's house" I explained.
"Wowwww. It's amazing!" reply Subandi.
"You don't bully me yeah. It's really both of us's secrets" I asked, pleading with Subandi.
"Aman Mas Bro's. I never told anyone this whole time. Believe me," Subandi replied, promising me.
"OKAY. Thansk yes I believe in you," I replied again.
"But, really, honestly. Tonight I couldn't sleep, after coming home from Hira's house" I told Subandi.
"Wah the Mas Bro began to fall in love with the little girl," said Subandi mocking me.
***
It may be true what Subandi said. I fell in love with that little girl again. The proof is, I want to go to his house again, and again. How do I talk to him if I like him.
Oops. Wait for. If you have only known him for a month, continue to say you like him, is not ridiculous. What if he is rejected?
I still like him already. In the meantime, I think hold it. I can't be rash.
Later, if the situation allows. Then I'll talk to him, about my heart.
About him wanting private painting lessons, I don't want to accept him. I have to pretend to sell expensive, like yesterday-yesterday.
I wonder how far he has struggled to get close to me. Actually I was convinced by my feelings that I was starting to like him. Missing his presence in front of me.
I'm sure he had the same feeling, too, for me. "But wait, Budiman, this game is just about to start. Must be patient, play the role according to the direction of the director! Don't be rash!" my mind.(connect)
