The Enchantment of Madam

Heart Debate

The alarm had sounded which meant that the current clock was already half five in the morning, but my eyes were so sticky reluctantly opened. Even reaching for the phone was still with his eyes closed, relying only on his hands.

"Fifteen more minutes, is it, huh?" I muttered when the alarm went off.

Between waking up and not seeming like I turned off the alarm and then went back to sleep and I woke up again when the knock on the door was ringing with ears.

I opened my eyes and it really hurt. I vaguely realized that I was still in ti––'s place

"What?! What time is it?!"

I jumped from the bed to the doorway, and opened it. It turned out that the Gothic Mother had been neat and was currently standing before me.

"Well, you're not ready yet?" tanya Gothic looks surprised.

I grin.

"Five minutes should be over! I waited in the car," he said then passed away.

There's no way I'll take a shower first. Finally just wash your face and brush your teeth then change clothes and pants in a hurry.

I was wearing sneakers, fortunately all the necessities had been packed from last night so that at this time just stay to the yard after I spray perfume to the body.

Put my suitcase and the Gothic Mother into the trunk and after this I immediately sat next to the Gothic Mother who was fervently looking at the cellphone.

"It's almost five minutes" he said without looking at me.

"Wouldn't be punished for this" I said as I started the engine.

"Who said? Obviously I'll punish because I don't like people the most!" he continued while glancing at me cynically.

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No chatter in the car. Gothic ma'am was silent and only looked at the road in front of him, most occasionally he glanced at the car window beside him. Just imagine if in the car we do not do any communication surely the time will feel so long when it is on the way to Jogjakarta.

I decided to play a song just to break the silence. I happen to love slow songs like it's romantic or about heartbreak.

"Where is your promise, your promise first ...."

I follow the lyrics of a song that is playing. I followed the lyrics for a long time, but it was still quiet. There was no protest or following the song I was playing.

I caught one thing from the rearview mirror of the car. The cheeks of the Gothic Mbak are wet whether he is aware or not because his gaze still looks focused forward.

Not wanting anything bad to happen I chose to park the car on the side of the road and exactly what I thought, Mbak Gothic seemed to daydream. I slowly rubbed one of his cheeks, then he looked aghast as if he was aware of the daydream.

"Lele?" he said as he looked at me.

I smiled and Madam Gothic quickly rubbed both cheeks and also both corners of her eyes.

"Sorry," I said I felt bad.

"Kok, sorry?" ask the Gothic Mother with a look of wonder and sadness.

"Something you remember when I sang, right? I promise I won't sing that song again." I raised my hand and held up my middle and index fingers to form the letter V. Must be Gothic Miss considering Mr. Erwin.

"No pa-pa. Slowly I could forget it. Indeed, my marriage yesterday with Mas Erwin was canceled was a little grateful, because actually I was gambled by the decision yesterday," he said that made me smile wryly.

"So? Ma'am's love isn't for Mr Erwin?"

Gothic ma'am shakes.

"Then, why is Mbak angry at the woman who used to be the same Mr Erwin when he touched on the matter? If you're not in love, you should be able to dong."

"Honestly, I'm not for Mas Erwin. There was another heart that I guarded, but he didn't want to fight for me just yet because our caste was different he said."

"How different is it from me, try it? Why did Mbak even choose me who is only a lowly staff in the office of Mbak? Though Mbak can choose the first or who ranks in the office of Mbak. A lot of guys are still single."

"Maybe we're a match. Ah, I don't know. Why are you so complicated, Le? I've said many times that our marriage can break up at any time!"

I want to close his lips. It was as if dissolving the marriage. What if marriage is like a soap opera game or drama that can start and end at any time?

Hi, Miss! Don't expect you to play with my feelings. Look, I'm gonna fight for this marriage and I'm gonna make sure you can't leave me, no matter what.

"Lele, let's continue the journey," Pinta Mbak Gothic made me a little surprised.

Oh, dearGod. Whether I am selfish or not. But shouldn't love have that? That love should see our loved ones happy and I'm happy too?

'Tolol, moron! Since when do you have such thoughts of giving up, Le? Looks like you forgot your persistence towards anything. You forgot to run away from the bokap because you want to free your freedom? For you, freedom is a right you should strive for. So, what's different about your love? Remember, you love her the same, right? Show me that you can be happy with him. If you can melt his heart and you can protect him. Not even reasoned; love means letting go, all that is just bullshittt! Nonsense when you haven't tried!'

Again, I was slapped by a demon. Yes, these whispers that I consider Satan are sometimes true. I don't know, the whisper is always slapping, but if I think with a calm heart there is a point. What do I consider Satan to be a conscience?

"Okay, fix! I want to fight," I muttered, which seemed to be heard by Gothic Ma'am.

"What fight?" said the Gothic Mother with narrowed eyes.

"Fight, ma'am! What else?"

I answered seriously and honestly it felt horror for being silent. Really, I don't like this. So difficult it seems to open the hearts of Gothic madam.

"Le, in fact the man has died" said the Gothic mother and spontaneously I said;

"Thanks, God!" Raising both hands in front of my face.

"Lelee!" The Gothic ma'am looks upset.

'Jeez, your mouth, Le! How does he open his heart to you? Right now you are considered the most heartfelt person because you are considered grateful for the man's death. You moron! Although thankfully you said I also support. Your chances are wide open, but you're closing with an inappropriate word of thanks. You swamp catfish!'

"Satan, you can be diem, no, anyway? Don't make me panic like this" chirped these lips just say.

"What's? After that you gave thanks when you heard my lover died and now you say I'm a demon?" asked the Gothic Sister with round eyes as she looked at me.

Mucus!

It seems I'm debating the heart at the wrong time. What should I do, God? There's no way I'd reason to talk to myself, right?