The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 37

"So? has this problem happened for a long time?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"And you've survived to this day?" The priest scooped his face rough.

Tonight I told you everything that happened between my relationship with Mas Pri. And everything that happened between our families.

His family's rejection is not the only problem. Because on my family's side, too. In fact, Budhe blatantly said his objections when he found out I was in a relationship with Mas Pri. But without them knowing. Me and Mas Pri have been together for a long time.

"Didn't I have tried it all this time? trying to get away and forget about it. Not only me, but he did the same."

Ogre me.

Mas Pri was my first love. The love I've been keeping for years. Never terbesit the slightest intention in this heart to establish love with others. We were separated for four years.

"Till now, is that love still there?"

I shook my head in response to the question the Imam asked. Heavy breathing sounds obvious. I know, his heart is not in a good state at the moment either.

"How are you preparing next week? it's all complete, right?"

I'm trying to switch the conversation. Talking about taste is not the same as talking about food. Discussion of the taste that concerns the heart will be difficult to find a bright spot.

The heart of every human being is certainly different in content and perspective. In fact, what is good in our opinion is not necessarily good for others.

I who did not want to upset the family and become the cause of the split between the Mas Pri family in the end chose to step down.

Both of our paths are long. I was twenty years old then. And I firmly believe that a soul mate and death are always in control.

"Tomorrow I'll take a day off. Go to Jember to take care of your passport. If other problems have my brother there to take care of. I'll just leave later."

Next week, precisely on Wednesday the Imam will leave for the land of the Neighbors. And that means, two more days of work at this hotel. Three days of time left for me to be able to look at her in real. After that we will only connect through tools without being able to hold each other.

The priest grabbed the cell phone I put on the table. We are both spending Sunday night together. The Imam took me to a small mall. Not the biggest mall because the area where we live is a small town. However, there are many facilities for its residents. Depends on the contents of each bag.

A fast food restaurant became an option for us to relax and tell stories.

"Lo, you're still here. How come there's a number?"

I noticed the phone number with the region code that there is +61 in front of it.

"I've got everything ready, yank. Until there later do not have to bother anymore to find this. And I can call you right away."

"Is everything the same?"

"Tomorrow, on the last day of work. Let's not say, after all, everyone knows about my planned departure." I'm saying the priest drinks the cola in his glass slowly.

Even the burgers and fries we ordered have not been touched to date. An atmosphere of silence was suddenly created. We both dissolve into each other's minds without being able to express.

"May I take you when you leave?"

Yeah, I wish I could do it one last time. Because after this I don't know when we can both meet again.

"I went to Surabaya on the Lorena. Later, I will ask the driver's permission to stop at the ticketing counter office which can be in the east of the village hall. You can wait for me there. Take Eksan mas or Dian mas, do not go alone."

I immediately nodded. It's impossible for me to get him to the airport. Because according to him the plane he was boarding will leave at dawn.

"May I ask you something later, yank?"

"What?"

"Don't cry, let go of me with your sweetest smile. Because that's what I'll always remember later, when I miss you there."