The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 29

"Ehm, yank. You want to meet her?"

The priest looked at me fixedly, for a moment I was silent. I don't know what my heart feels.

"I'm out for a second." The priest's gone

"Mbak Rin, don't rush home. I'm gonna go out for a second." He said to Rini.

"Yes, but not too late. This kid's scared to sleep on the street."

"Yes, just jerk off." Continue as it passes.

I still flinch at my place. I really want to meet her. But for now, I don't know what my heart feels. A sense of gamang suddenly present say hello. I don't even know if that love is still there for her.

Sometimes I ask this heart. Who's really in it. Even if I want to deny everything. Still, the feeling always comes to say hello.

"He who the Imam meant, Ar. How you guys look so weird." Rini's voice is intruding on me.

"Em, he's." I went back silent, confused as to what I would call it.

"My ex is mbak." Say slowly.

I don't know if that name is appropriate or not. My relationship with him was floating around finding no point of clarity. Want to escape but can't, want to get closer but impossible.

The dilemma that has tormented our hearts for years. Is it really our hearts? or only my heart is still bound and does not want to let go.

"Oh.Bakal there is an exciting drama like a moment again ya." Rini smiled at me. I just snorted, knowing what he meant.

It was not until 15 minutes that the Imam had returned. But this time he was not alone. There was a motorbike accompanying him parked in the yard. Two people were on the bike. As for the Imam, with him there were two more people and one of them of course I knew him very well.

Five of them went into the house. Before moving on to the room I was in. They first met the Imam with his two guests in the next guest room. After that they came to me and mbak Rini.

There was a little nervous when he looked back into those eyes. Eyes, which in recent years can always be soothing and also make me miss.

"You here?" He asked as he kept staring at me.

I just nodded, I don't know why I couldn't make a sound. There is a feeling of pleasure that runs through my heart, but there is also sadness and longing that also comes overshadowing her.

"I asked him to play here. Coincidentally, Ar again stayed at Rini's house. So yes, I asked you to stop by." The priest answered it.

He himself chose to sit a little away from me. It was not like the beginning when I came to his house.

"I'm lied to?" Pri said, but his gaze was still straight at me.

"meaning?" I really don't know what he means.

"I keep nothing going on?" Rini's mother became a savior when I was completely speechless.

"Known mbak, this is my friend.That's Kober, Rudi, Adi and Kucrut."

"I have a strange name." Rini laughed at the end of her sentence.

"Kober and Kucrut. I've forgotten their real names, so good to call it." The priest chuckled followed by his friend.

"Come while you eat it. The cake is left over but. It was a lot but it's been drained the same way they were." Showing the Imam makes me tick.

"It's been a while?" Pri asked me.

"No, there's not a hour yet." I try to speak calmly.

I am the lyrics of the smiling Imam. Played the phone in the hand and typed a message for who.

"Why didn't you know you were coming here? I mean, if you want to visit Jajag." Pri said as his hand took the emping in the jar that the Imam had thrust at me.

"Actually yesterday wanted to be here. But there is a little obstacle that just happened today. It's just a slip, because tomorrow I still have to work." My light.

"Not taking a vacation? kan lebaran's. Working time continues."

"And it's the rules there. Leave may be taken in addition to the holiday or red date."

He only has a beard with my words. The atmosphere of silence was created because everything was silent immersed in each other's thoughts.

"How are you doing now?"

"Well, as you see it today." I smile.

"Where have you been all this time? I never saw you play at the house of Ethic." Continue me

"In bali. I have rarely been home since then. Wasting time there with so many memories. At least it's a little quiet." Reveal it while looking back at me.

I never asked him about his whereabouts all this time. Every time we send a message, we just chat. Ask the news and do what. Never talk about old stories or feelings.

"Now has it calmed down?" I dare to look into his eyes. It still looks the same. The sharp eyes as sharp as those eagle eyes stared through my heart. Back the pain poked in his corner without me preventing it.

"Just a little. Until my eyes return I must look at you here. And that calmness I felt just evaporated again. You tau? how hard I have been through all the time. But the result still can't." I'm down.

Very aware of what happened between us. Makes wounds that should never have been worse. It is not our fault, nor is it the fault of love. Circumstances that make us have to go through this.