The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 9

Week pass.

I have never dizzy with anything that happens every day. I consider it a way for me to progress and progress more and more in living a life that feels very hard for me to bear.

Let alone thinking about love. I drowned myself for the sake of my family first.

Father's sick state, made me a little down and shaken. Once, when I was in school. I have also experienced pain like this. And now I have to go back to seeing her weak.

"You don't work, Ar?"

"Lunch on mom." I answered mother's question while passing by carrying a basket filled with dirty laundry. Ever since I started working, I hardly ever helped out with work at home.

Working hours that so mepet make me unable to divide the time well. Usually, the task of washing clothes and sweeping will be taken over by my sister before she prepares and leaves for school.

I hurried to finish all the homework I could do. I have the lyrics of a wall clock. It's ten in the morning. I'm in at 1pm today. That means I still have 3 hours to relax.

I put this body in my bed that is no longer soft. I stared at the sky of the room with a raging mind. I don't know, coincidentally or intentionally, either. Yesterday when I was going home I heard a whispering voice. I was curious and wanted to get closer. But Mas Dian appeared and pulled my hand. I had wanted to protest but Mas Dian did not bother me. Keep pulling my hand away.

I close my eyes, hoping that disturbing thoughts will soon run away and leave. But apparently he was so stubborn that he continued to be present even though I tried to expel. In the end I couldn't rest well this afternoon.

I sat down and leaned against the wall. I remember what and how I was all this time. There are many things I have missed and may not have known until now. My friend's change at work adds a long line of curiosity to my heart.

Compassionate and sympathetic looks often seem real even if they don't express it.

"Is this how I'm right?" I ask myself.

Change shifts are rare for me and Buna to do. We do it if someone is interested. So it is true, seeing me in the afternoon or day shift is a very rare thing except being overtime.

But today I deliberately took it on the grounds there was busy at home. Although basically all of that is just a lie. No busyness means, no activity or anything. But I deliberately switched shifts just because of the sound I heard yesterday afternoon.

The faint voice that I also guessed who the owner was. A foreign voice that called my name so young. My curiosity can no longer be contained until at night I write a message to Mbak Buna. I deliberately chose the time when the restaurant clock was closed. So there is no chance for Mbk Buna to change the schedule.

And everything went according to the scenario I made. I don't know what drama I'm going to see. But my unsettled heart made me even more convinced that something was about to happen.