Still waiting for you

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I really enjoyed the trip this time, along the way we were treated to the beautiful expanse of rice fields. I like this scene the most, where the freshly planted rice, looks stretched with a deep green color, looks like a soft mattress that stretches wide, as wide as the eye can see. It was peaceful to see some farmers nodding their heads and smiling as our car drove slowly past them. Even some people say hello to Mas Alam, maybe he has often visited here, my mind.

Mobil Mas Alam enters the building's courtyard which looks like a flats, a spacious courtyard with various plants that look very well maintained.

"Alhamdulillah, we're bye. You want to rest first, or go for a walk?, behind this building there is a garden kayak, like a garden, is it. Lots of gazebos there, too."

"Hmmm, just take a break, yeah. Later abis salat dzuhur, how do we go around?"

"Okay, I'll take you to the room. But, I can't take care of you, I have to take care of something first. It's okay, yeah."

I pull my index finger and thumb so that it forms a symbol "okay" to answer the words Mas Alam. I had to rest, thinking about what I should look for or asking people who might know you.

Mas Alam drove me to a building, no-no, you could say this is a house. This house building has two floors, but smaller than the existing house in Semarang, this building is separated from the building that towering like the hamlet, there are four buildings with the same model, there are four buildings, two on the right side of the house, two on the left side, and the house I occupied was on the right side at the very end.

Mas Alam said, I better sleep in the lower room because the upper room he used to wear it had not been able to clean. He shouldn't have to forbid me, because of a woman's instinct, the forbidden thing is like keeping something precious. And that would make me curious. Be, after making sure Mas Alam will return after the dzuhur prayer. I decided to look at his room first.

Chequek.

Dark, there is only sunlight that infiltrates from the ventilation hole, this room looks long time not on the sambangi until it feels engap because there is no touch of morning air. I stepped slowly towards the curtain-covered glass window.

Srek

I left a white curtain blocking the sunlight through this room. I smiled at what was beautiful in front of me. Wow, in this simple house, I found such an amazing view. The expanse of rice fields spoils the eyes as wide as the eye can see. And right behind this mountain, there is a garden like Mas Alam said. There are three gazebos lined up separating the park from the rice fields. The air that was so fresh touched my skin, even though it was already noon. I turned my body and opened my eyes, looking at every corner of the room, which part did he call dirty? All neatly arranged, I thought, this room will look like a ship broke when he said it hasn't been cleaned. It turns out that this is very neat for the size of the boys room.

My gaze was fixed on the nightstand which had three drawers arranged. Like in the movies, I'm interested in checking one by one. In the first drawer, there are stacks of various binder paper with scribbles. I don't dare to read it, it's too privacy to know. Continue to the second drawer. There are two small photo albums, for this, I'm interested in opening them. Wrinkles on my forehead reflex is created when I see the photo that is plastered on the first page, I open page by page, which I concluded, this album contains a photo of Mas Alam while still in college. At first I was astonished by the closeness of Bang Amar and Hesti, they look so familiar in the photo, laughing without burden, photos of the two of them are just a few, the other photos together in an activity, the other photos, or only the streets contained about five people, and Nesti was always in their ranks, only the female Hesti, the other four male. Is it because Bang Amar already considers him his own sister, to where-where always invited? Isn't that no longer important to me?

If on the album I feel a little disappointed because of the closeness of Bang Amar and Nesti who are like two lovebirds who are drunk in romance. Different story with the album I'm currently opening. This album contains all of my photos, half of my photos while still a whole building with Mas Alam, the other half while I was still working in the office. For these last photos, I can't hide my surprise, why I don't know if he took my picture in secret. There I was walking with novy, I remember, I came home early because she was sick, so Novy just drove me to the parking lot. After that I took a picture of me from behind, while we were at a red light.

"Oh my God, my. Why can't I read your feelings in the first place. Your name is on the list of the most annoying people and I don't need to remember."

"Assalamu'alaikum, Nduk.."

I closed my eyes, pretended to sleep more safely, maybe he'll take a nap with me. And when he's asleep, I can go out and find out about you.

"really sleep? He said, playing with a wife who sleeps, tuh, better. You can try, yeah."

Mas Alam's hand gently rubbed my cheek, then took it off and leaned his face towards me. My chest is rumbling, is it? Noon gini he wants....

My eyes are closing. My two hands clasped tightly onto the bed sheet. Although last night Mas Alam kissed me so gently that it relaxes me, but to repeat it again I am still very groggy.

Wuuuusian..

"Mas!" I reflexively put my face back which was barely a distance away from him. While he just crumpled while laying himself on the bed.

"You were still cute last night, huh, Nduk? Very jolly, anyway." He changed his tilted position so that it faced me, then pinched my cheek in an agitation.

"What, anyway, Mas. Shame to know! I've gone this far but the details aren't cross"

"In gratitude dear dong, many people radiate joy because of my toughness, you know."

"O, huh? This time you were wrong, Mom. I'm the only one who's happy with your rancid style"

"Uws... Around it we reschedule baby. This afternoon I want you to."

"Huh?"