The Heart I Choose

Episodes 2.17

Episode 59's

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In the car Tian and Wulan were already waiting. Wulan's face, which had been cheerful playing her phone, sullen again to see my arrival. I got in the car and sat in the back.

Tian starts to run his car slowly, leaving a meatball stall that is starting to be crowded with buyers. I looked out of the car, the rain began to subside, the motorbike that had seemed to be in the shade was ready to move to its destination. The view after the rain always makes me dissolve in daydreams.

The tree that returned to green because of the dust that covered it had dissolved in the rain. The children running around in disappointment as the play came to a halt as the rain left, reminding me of Dika, who always cried out in sorrow if the rain stopped.

Without feeling the car stopped at a luxury house in elite housing. The ivory white painted house has a large sturdy pole in front of it. Like wanting to reflect the power that the owner of the house has. Wulan get ready to get out of the car, “Don't forget tonight ya Tian! Papa Mama must have waited.” He took Tian's hand and kissed him. Tian just smiled and replied, “InsyaAllah, hopefully later there will be no obstruction.”

Wulan nodded and smiled, she was very sure Tian would come tonight. Wulan cheerfully entered the house, without even looking at me.

“Mia, Move to the front yes!”

“Hah?’

“I don't want to look like a driver.” Laughter Tian.

“Oh yes.” I moved to sit next to Tian.

“You go straight home or any other destination?’ ask Tian. His hands cleverly turned the wheel in reverse direction out of this elite housing.

“Go home,” answer me.

“Wulan son Boss in my office,” Tian started the conversation without me asking, “He just finished college in Singapore.”

“Oh.”

“Her father asked me to accompany him, until he found a friend who could be taken with him. Wulan was an only child and she often felt lonely. His close friends are no longer here, all have worked and studied abroad. Actually he's a good boy, but now he's always jealous if anyone is close to me.”

“It makes a woman jealous if her boyfriend is close to someone else,” I said replying to Tian.

“We are not dating.” Tian looked at me, making me nervous in silence.

“Eh-yeah?” nervous answer.

“Huk..huk...” I coughed at Tian's words just now. Are those last words for me?

Tian no longer continued his words, he just looked towards me. I dared not look at him, pretending to focus on the road ahead of me.

“Mia, can I ask you something?”

“Eh...Yes, ask what?”

“We often meet at the end of the alley. Where are you actually from? Every time you meet, your face looks sad. All this time I didn't dare ask, afraid you weren't ready to tell."

Tian glanced back at me. Red light in front, make the car have to stop. Tian tried to hold my hand, like giving me the strength to tell stories. I quickly took it off, the taste that was still there for Tian, not wanting me to let it flourish. I have to be self-conscious, for a reality.

I exhaled the heavy breath that I was holding from earlier. Should I tell Tian everything? Make him feel sorry for my stupid state right now?

“Tell Lah Mia, maybe I can't help you. But, at least it can lighten the burden that is in your mind.”

Tian's curious face did not turn away from my face. He gave his sweetest smile. It flows a feeling of comfort, penetrating into my deepest heart.

“Eh...It's a green light,” said I was nervous because Tian's sight could not be seen me.

Tian pulled the handbrake and started running back his car.

“I'm still waiting for an answer.” His eyes were staring straight into the street.

I took a deep breath, maybe I should have a friend to tell a story. I've been in this problem myself for a long time. Not having a friend told me stories that made me drift alone in the pain. Perhaps by telling stories can reduce the burden that stifles the chest. Although no advice can be given, let the burden be lost through words.

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