The Diary Ecca

The Part 14

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"Sir, David was here, but you didn't come home"

"Nanyain? why is mom?" my question was an expression of wonder and curiosity.

"Say the guy wants to take you to his grandmother's place"

"Haaa. ngapain new also know.. have been playing rhyme"

"Don't suudzon it ach, he wants to take you there because it happens that his grandmother is a masseuse who knows who can help you, besides, David's mom is good so there's no way she's macem-macem, I believe in her even though I just know her, but I feel like she's."

"Eem is"

"But if you don't want to ya don't pa-pa" I looked at mother, thinking it's good that I also accept the offer, instead of having to wear a bandage that is not clear when it can disappear foot pain.

"Eem.. yes dech bu I want. but in the same temple Deva Devi yes, cook just the same David will not be tasty"

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Some feelings don't want to be perpetuated. They just want to be tucked away and released at a good time. No, not because the word while it's fun, the fact is, the short one will never be worth it.

Not because the word forever sounds impossible, actually nothing can happen on earth, if you ask why, actually I do not know.

I'm not a feeling. I was only in the body of a woman who every step of the way faced feelings. And honestly not tasty, boring, easy to be happy, easy to be disappointed, easy to be sad, but also easy to forgive.

Sometimes I really want to live in his mind, yes he is a man who has just heard, just read, but never felt.

Gurgling sounds of rain gnashed on the leaves. A pointed voice clanking in the heart, seemed to say my name. Is that a voice, sweetheart?

How to translate this feeling of longing? Distance, like a stretch of haunted and scary old graves. Shedding deep wounds like shakes that come and go. Lightning and thunder were not weary of soaring in the sky.

The dark shadow of the forest entered my eyes like a ghost. And the whimpering wind was like pushing a million questions I don't know what the answer is, "Are you thinking about me now too?"

The late I was on my own trip. Counting steps, in the foggy middle of the night and silent deserted roads. Pursue the somber figure of the moon that dissolves in the rain dance. Faintly pale his face shivered alone. And the voice was still heard, calling out from a distance. Unrelenting, calling my name. 

You radiate your happiness from hidden springs. Like when the sea tides under the gentle gaze of the sun brings indescribable joy. A pair of five fingers spread to the four corners of the ocean while delivering puja to the almighty. He gives us all pleasure. He is the one to whom we return.

"Hem. alhamdulillah, yes maybe it is better... That's why I'll get your change of clothes ready. Because maybe you have to nginep, because his grandmother's house is a little far from here precisely in the mountains"

"Wahh this good can be while on vacation"

"Yes.anyways you haven't had a vacation in a long time, I've called Deva Devi, I'll tell David"

"Ok ma'am" I replied with a smile and welcomed a kiss on my forehead from Mother. I told Deva Devi, and she answered that they would never refuse a holiday.

After dawn we began our journey on the way we talked to and fro, although only know David for a few days but we quickly familiar as we have long known and connected also when talking.

"Oh yes, did you also live in your grandmother's village Vid?" I break the silence.

"Eem.yeah at the age of seven years until Junior High I lived with my grandmother, because my parents were busy managing their business so I was entrusted to grandma"

"Eem so good yes can every day breathe this fresh air"

"Yes so dech.so if again kangen I often come here to find healthy air that we do not get in the city"

"Yes yes. sometime dong can come here again hhhh"

"May, but I'll put the rates on ya...hhh"

"Hem, revenge is the story" greeted with our laughter.

If you think David is cool as well as the person, even though viewed from the material is more than enough but the simple look is not neko-neko. Funny too, ah what the hell was thinking about him.

"Ca.. wake up" slowly open my eyes, maybe because soy sauce until I realized I overslept. When I opened my eyes wide, how amazed I was when I saw the beautiful panorama of the mountain.

Gungung in front of me towering as if I can quickly reach, the atmosphere of a crowded village and its friendly people. We walked towards a simple, neat, and fairly spacious wooden house.

Grandma David greeted us in her yard. He tied me up with my late grandmother, in his typical kebaya dress that he wore with his hair bun and looked very friendly to welcome us, maybe in his 80s.

"Alhamdulillah, wes press my daughter come-ayo ngger ndang mlebu, grandma has made your food to eat first must be reported"

"Yes Grandma, but David took a bath first"

"Oow ngono, yo wes ron0-rono"

"Ca, why are you so dumb?"

"Eem no, think again what's the putu-putu? Isn't that steamed cake?" I innocently asked and suddenly made Deva, Devi and David laugh amusedly that I was confused there was something strange about my question.

"Ya ampyun Ecca. so from earlier you bengong tu because you do not know the meaning of the grandmother, talking dong with me, putu means grandson, grandchild, not a cake, Devi replied, still laughing fondly at me.

"Oow, I'm sorry I don't know" with my shy expression.

"Yes I've been going to take a shower first, oh yes your room is at the end there and keep turning left, although simple hopefully you guys feel at home"

"Yes, makasi Vid" replied Devi. We walked to the room that David was pointing at. The room is simple but fun, there is one window that is large enough made of wood with sidelines for ventilation that when opened will look rice fields, rice fields, the gardens belong to the residents and the hills are clearly beautiful.

"Ca, David is good too" Devi said

"Yes, it's nice, polite, simple, considerate, handsome again" said Deva

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