The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 26

The first day has arrived. This morning, after Eid prayers, all activities occur normally. Some relatives and relatives have even arrived. A tradition that has been carried out for generations out of the era when.

I, who always go to the morning shift every year, always miss the opportunity to get together with my extended family. But they understand very well the situation of my own family.

This morning after being in touch with the people of the house, especially the father and mother. I say goodbye to going to work. By walking I start today full of spirit. I hope that my work will pay off.

The front side kitchen door is open. Madam always comes earlier than others.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Morning, Ar. Have you come yet? Not traveling first?"

"Snack, mom. Later in the afternoon or another day can still be. Time doesn't allow for that either."

After shaking hands as a symbol of forgiveness, we continued our activities. Prepare everything and check anything that might have been missed last night.

I'm heating soto and rawon. While waiting for the boiling water I began to prepare the default so that later it will not be met when guests have started to arrive.

The restaurant was opened in nine mornings on the first day of Lebaran. It is a form of dispensation from hotels and restaurants, to give a little more time for employees to be able to marry each other first with their relatives and families.

This morning, Rini sent me a message. If today he changed the night shift because his sister came to visit his house. There is no way Rini could enter the shift this morning, given the distance of her house is a little far.

I was neither too pushy nor disappointed. There is still tomorrow for us to visit each other.

"My favorite's to you."The priest enters through the front door of the side.

Surprised me.

With cocoa and skullcap in the head of the Imam looks amazing. I just kept staring at him myself.

" It's still morning, don't bother. Bite by chicken lo, yank."

Hee..

I hit his arm slowly, crispy so much. But I still smile because of him.

"Bu Sri is beautiful and kind. The handsome boy's coming, ma'am." He shouted a little loudly as he entered the dirty kitchen.

There was laughter and laughter there. It has become a common sight indeed. The widening moment will sometimes be colored with sobs. That's the view today.

And there, up ahead I can see clearly. A different figure from the Imam, he who is usually indifferent and always appears as is today looks different.

Not only this time I saw him wearing a cocoa shirt and skullcap. Because after all, we often worship together. But today he looks more handsome than usual. Either this is because my eyes are a little errant or indeed he is tidying up.

"Dream on, yank. Think what the hell? I'm here, or are you thinking about him?"

I shook my head quickly with his statement. I did think of something, but not Pri or anything else. I'm just confused, this early he's already here. Isn't he the day shift?

Stretched out both his arms wide. I squandered in his arms. I have a lot of things to say, but I really can't say them.

"Yank, sorry. Maybe, as long as we're together. I've cut a lot of wounds or disappointed you. Perhaps, there are many things that I cannot explain with words or deeds because of the limitations I have. I'm sorry for you. I knew and realized, I knew when and why. I love you."

"You always taught me what it means to be faithful. You're the one who always brings me back if I get lost. As bad as I am, you always want to embrace me and bring me back."

I don't know how to behave. I felt comfortable with her, but my heart always refused to acknowledge this love. I just sobbed in his arms.

Repeatedly rubbed his tears with his fingertips. Several times he also kissed my forehead to calm me down. But the truth is, my crying is not good.

After a while I was able to master the emotions within myself. I started asking about whereabouts this morning.

"Accidentally.Tadi after getting off the mosque I immediately went home to find my mother and then father. Since my brother didn't come home again this year, I came straight here looking for you. I'll be home soon, 'cause you know for yourself when he's gonna have to go to work." Speak lightly.

"Why should go back and forth anyway, it will be fitting work can also. Jeez, this is far lo, you have to go back and forth for two hours on the road. That's enough time you can use around silahturahmi or at least for you to rest before work."

"Later like everything else, it's just as important as you were first. Waiting is not busy, yank. You know it yourself, right? if it's busy how can we talk so much."

What he said was true, but still I felt it was not worth the tiredness of him on the road.

"No manyun, I'm back. The resto is open soon. If everything comes I haven't left, it could be that the account can't even go home later." He said while squeezing my hand.

"I'm home, spirit yes. As busy as you are, don't forget to eat. I don't want to hear you get sick later. Hemm, I'm back yank." I'm nodding.

Looked at his departure, which was only a few hours away. Because he'll come back to work. But the shadow of next month when he was going to the land sebrang already haunted my mind since this moment.

"Could you?" A question that's always there but I've never found a definitive answer about it.