Stranger is Love

A balikan?

For five minutes we were silent, between the noise of parked vehicles and the sounds of mosquitoes near the ears. Yogi was about to grab my hand, but I quickly pushed aside. It hurts too much if it turns out to be true that Yogi still loves Difa, after she expressed her feelings for me.

"I'll go home by myself!" I took off the helmet and gave it to him. Unconcerned by Yogi's call to wait for him, I continued walking and without turning my head.

Luckily there was a transport that passed by and quickly boarded it. In the transport that was only me and a teenager, I could no longer hide this sadness of mine.

I thought I was overreacting with the fear that Yogi still loved Difa, however long they had been together. They have been close since entering high school and dating when they were about to graduate school until now. Now that the fear was true, through the look in his eyes that was looking at me, I knew that the feeling for Difa was still there.

"Well!" I threw away my face when we accidentally met our gazes. The teenager looked at me confused and smiled awkwardly before I chose to ignore him.

The sound of the horn was simple to each other when the transportation I was traveling on suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. "Duh, sorry, Neng, strike!" the driver told us.

I only sighed as the teenage girl sitting in front of me clucked. "Well, don't want to live, sir?"

"No way, Neng! Sorry, yeah!"

"You're gonna rain again, duh, how about, sir!" the teenage grumble is leaving. However, before he left, the driver called him and asked for payment. "But there is no half way yet!" Although with a look of dislike and continue to mumbled, the teenager paid for it too.

"Miss!"

I quickly got out after giving the driver twenty thousand dollars. "Neng nobody fits?" I shook her head, she looked confused and the sound of impatient horns made her panic at having to pull over her transport immediately.

"Take it, sir!" I chose to walk, barging through the crowded streets in vehicles. In the afternoon before this magrib the road must be jammed.

Sure enough, it didn't rain for long. The people on the streets were upset by the sudden downpour, I quickly ran to a closed shop to take shelter on its porch.

In the shop was not only me, there was a teenage boy who was smoking, a middle-aged man who was mumbling, two young women like office workers were seen from his clothes. However, what makes my heart even more painful when seeing a couple or maybe a newlywed seems to be chatting with each other, ignoring the rain that fell more and more.

"The rain will be long, ma'am. Will you tell me to come home from the rain?" I glanced at the middle-aged man who was talking to his wife on the phone. When lightning struck, the man immediately turned off his phone and continued to grumble. Maybe it's upset that his wife can't wait.

"So tomorrow night you're going on a date with Tirta?" The woman with the black shirt and the hair curled origin was talking to her partner who looked shy.

I also saw the teenager who was smoking was also smiling himself with his cellphone.

It seems like I'm the only one who's languishing now. What is now happening to me because of the punishment of having cheated on the Sultan? But, I'm Yogi's wife, what does it mean that I was wrong with Yogi for having an affair with Sultan?

Those thoughts are raging. There was regret, but considering that Yogi never bothered about my relationship with the Sultan made me even more convinced, Yogi did not really love me.

"The rain is like it will be long" I complained as I stared at the increasingly dense sky. "Yogi ...." I sighed softly before the decision to break through the rain.

Under the shade of the rain, my tears could no longer hold. He continued to flow along with the rain that soaked my face and body.

***

I hugged my own body in front of the porch. There was a feeling of hesitation and laziness to enter, but I had to change clothes immediately or would end up sick from lingering in the rain before finally being able to return home in a taxi.

As he was about to open the door, from behind came the sound of Yogi calling out to me so loudly.

I turned around and looked at him with a pushy look. Choose to hide my face.

Yogi ran up to me. He held both of my shoulders and made me lift my face, looking at him fixedly.

Yogi looks upset. He quickly hugged my shivering body. "Why are you raining, anyway?" asked Yogi after taking off his embrace. He looked anxious, but the annoyance with the incident made me ignore him.

"I was looking for you, but you don't know where. You ... Ajengs!" I shook off Yogi's hand and chose to enter the house leaving him alone on the porch.

I quickly went to the bathroom to rinse my body so as not to have a fever. In the bathroom I cried again. Really, Yogi's worried look pleased me. However, on the other hand, the fact that Yogi loves Difa makes me angry and lazy to meet him.

The sound of knocking and Yogi calls made me realize I had been in the bathroom for too long. I finally decided to go out with only the bathrobe because I forgot to bring a change of clothes.

"Finally you're out too, why are you inside?" Yogi looked worried, but I kept quiet and chose to leave him to take clothes and go back to the bathroom.

"Jeng, why shut up?" Yogi who was waiting by sitting on the sofa immediately approached me who had just come out of the bathroom. He held onto both of my shoulders and lowered his head for quite a while before finally sounding a small sob and a trembling Yogi shoulder. She cried?

"Gi!" Yogi is hugging me. "Gi, what's wrong with you?"

"Jeng, you must be mad because of me, right?" Yogi's face flushed with tears, for two months together, only this time I saw him crying like this. The yogi I knew was so tough, but why did he look so weak and cry?

I just shook my head without saying a single word. "I was worried and afraid of anything happening to you after you left. I'm afraid that you're desperate because you're angry! I can't afford to lose you!"

Hearing her words made me frown, nor could I hide the happy smile of hearing her words just now. "I'm still sane, being angry with you doesn't mean I'm reckless!" Yogi hugged me back, so tightly. "You're really worried about me and you don't want to lose me, Gi?" Yogi just nodded. Of course the answer made me even more happy, but thinking back about his relationship with Difa I was again upset. "That's it, Gi, freelance. I'm claustrophobic, I can't breathe!"

Yogi finally let go of his embrace. He cupped my face and made me turn my back to what he had just done. "This is why you don't think I'm in love with you anymore!"