Still waiting for you

forty

Mas Alam chat with his guests successfully made my eyes reluctant to close. Not that I intended to eavesdrop, but their voices sounded so clear from the room I occupied. There is nothing I understand, but after one familiar name in the ear was spoken from the lips of Mas Alam, Amir, yes, one name was successful to make me sit down. I leaned towards the window to more clearly hear the conversation between Mas Alam and his guest.

"Where is the performance of Mr. Imron as a replacement for Mr. Amir Mid?"

"I have not checked directly Mas, but according to Maya's mother on the phone yesterday, Mr. Imron can be trusted Mas, He is more deft than Mr. Amir."

"Okay, I'll check the performance immediately. Don't tell them, let's not have any preparation."

"Okay, but is it true? Mr Amir did not return to salatiga again Mas?"

"He wants to spend the rest of his life with the family Mid has long missed, let it go. His struggle so far deserves respect, one of them by letting him spend the rest of his life with loved ones."

"I'm sorry if I asked. Is it true, if the woman that Mas married, is Mr Amir's biological daughter?"

"True, I still remember the moment when I came to him to propose to the princess. He was shocked, I just believed that the world is no wider than moringa leaves, yes, at that moment." There was a sound of subtle ruddiness coming out of the lips of Mas Alam.

"How did you know? Kan, Mr. Amir and his family were separated a long time ago."

"When I went to my wife's house for the first time, I accidentally saw a photo that had fallen off the frame. There I knew something was wrong, there was something I had to straighten out. Turns out right, you know Hamid? What is the definition of true love?,"

"The faithful may be Mas, who is always there under any circumstances."

"That might be one of them Mid. But according to jalaludin rumi, never say love if you do not dare to face separation. There is no farewell to two people who love each other, because their souls have been united. And that's what my in-laws Mid are going through, they're separated by distance and time, but they never miss meeting in a do'a. They even have a meeting schedule to miss each other. In every shubuh and bakda ashar, they always read the letter of rohman. At the same time, but in a different place, Ar-Rohman's letter becomes their longing access. Sweet is Mid."

"Well, heavy is Mas, who side by side are many who betray. Here, hold each other tightly even though the distance can no longer be said to be close. Great."

My hands shook in the link, tremors began to be felt as a result of tight grip in order to reduce the shaking that was reluctant to scramble. What is the angsle porridge sent to me and my mother every morning from my father?, If yes, it means that my mother knows it, why never tell?. Did you do all this for me?. I never do curse our farewell, but that doesn't mean I'm sincere. I never cried, worse, I forced all the memories of the Father. No, not erasing, maybe more precisely setting aside, because even today, I still remember the sweet smile of the Father as I ran to hug him, even the gentle elusan Father as if I could feel every before going to bed.

I wiped the rough tears that soaked the cheeks. I rushed to get a make-up pouch and ran to the bathroom when I heard Nature's guests saying goodbye. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, neutralizing the heartbeat and shaking all over the body.

I was a little surprised when I saw Mas Alam standing in front of the bathroom, obviously I spent a lot of time in the bathroom because I had to wash my face and dress up a little. Despite the sadness and disappointment, I could not put a sad face in front of him. As my mother said, I must appreciate her purtus not to tell me directly. He must have had a reason, right.

"It's not in vain that I stand for a long time waiting for you here." He said with a smile and approached me who was still shocked in the bathroom doorway.

"Actually yes. But rather than that, it seems like you need my hug more tonight" she said by pulling me into a warm embrace. True my guess, it was not that he did not mean to tell his guests at length earlier. He knew I would hear it from the room.

"I'm sorry I didn't have enough courage to tell you straight Nduk. I'm not sure I can finish the story when I see your tears." I nodded in his arms. Mas Alam has a myriad of ways to always make me comfortable.

"Thank you," I hugged his body tightly to expel the thoughts that came with the mission to mess with my mood. Close my eyes, enjoy a gentle swab on my back and a friendly kiss on the tip of my head.

I hugged her tighter and drowned my face in the chest of Mas Alam. Not because my mood is still chaotic, but to trick her into not taking me on an adventure tonight.

"Sir, I know you haven't slept."

"Sssst,, don't be noisy Mas, Ami's dream is not over... "

I felt his chest shake with the laughter.

"You're cheating, anyway. More exclamations in the dream, but Mas not invited." I turned my face to see the laughter of Mas Alam.

"No fun, the work of jahilin I keep the problem."

Instead of replying to my joke, Mas Alam actually pulled one hand to support the head, then cupped my cheek with one other hand.

"Don't miss, I know you want to be nervous for our adventure session tonight right?"

Deg!. You can't Ami,,

"Not run away, I assure you. This adventure will get you hooked."

"But right, I'm mens Mas."

"No problem."