The Pending Wait

Dan

Doubtful.

No no, this is more called anger and jealousy.

I don't know why I can't sincerely accept Dinda's word that she hitched a ride on Nanda because the bike was broken.

Then why don't you call me, I'm not her boyfriend.

"You keep quiet, you're mad at me in Nanda's anterin." Said Dinda to me who was turning back to her.

"I don't know, it feels like I'm such a freak." Answer me honestly.

"Haha..! You're so innocent, that's your name you're jealous." Reply Dinda laughed.

"Oh like this it tastes bad!"

"Actually I don't want to be in her boncengin, I'm more likely to ride with sister Tina but she maksa and ngikutin continue." Dinda explained.

"Why the hell is he?" My reply.

"Don't know, the behavior's not good, maybe he's broken home."

Broken Home, it seems like people can be rude, evil or dimwitted because of it, he said,

Broken home is a situation where a person is depressed due to household divisions that refer more to parents.

Broken home is very impactful on children, things that can disturb the child's mental, and make him become bad behavior.

"Where do you know that?" I asked for curiosity.

"Dad and his mother divorced, his mother remarried to her father's friend." Answer Dinda.

"That's terrible too".

"Not only that, Nanda's father and mother often fight at home because her mother is always caught cheating."

"God is terrible!" My answer.

We continued to talk alone until the clock pointed to the number 3 in the afternoon.

"I don't think it's this hour, I have to go home."

"Oh, be careful." Dinda answered while hugging me.

I got up from that place and waved to him.

He smiled and covered his mouth with a small laugh.

Indeed, if we are sitting together time will feel so fast and continue.

I guess I haven't discussed anything with him yet but the day has forced me to go home.

Seen from a distance someone was sitting on his motorcycle on the side of the road, the person looked familiar.

It's obvious it's Nanda, she must be waiting for me.

I pretended I didn't see it and kept pushing my bike.

Then, he quickly lifted a bamboo and crossed the bamboo right in front of my motorbike.

I immediately stopped my motorbike and rushed closer.

He immediately pulled my collar and went on a rampage.

But this will not be the same as before, I immediately caught his hand and twisted in the opposite direction until his grip was released.

He also did not stay still a blow floated on my shoulder, then I tried to avoid the next blow by draping my body collar.

Every time he hit me, I always managed to avoid him until he became more and more rampaging.

Punch after punch he continued to serve but still I managed to avoid.

"Stop it, or I'll hit you back!" I said while holding his left hand.

"ANJ***!!!" He shouted while trying to let go of his hand.

His movements that arrived made me slip a little and he also managed to hit my face.

My emotions overflowed and I retaliated by kicking him in the face and bleeding his nose.

Yes, the sprawled looked more and more so he quickly took the bamboo that he was latitude and tried to hit me with the bamboo.

I immediately avoided that big bamboo blow.

Just then someone passed by and saw me being chased by bamboo by Nanda.

The person immediately stopped Nanda, but Nanda who was laced with anger attacked the person for trying to stop him.

Until someone came who stopped Nanda by hitting her and finally tied her up with a rope.

Finally Nanda and I were taken to one of the houses, and we were also in the interrogation.

I explained everything to them, that we just misunderstood while Nanda was still haughty and started acting strong-witted.

He even threatened people there by declaring that his father was a DPR.

It just makes people more furious at him and want to beat him.

Fortunately, there was a village chief who managed to hold back the angry residents.

Sayu hours passed in that place, finally all ended in a peaceful and non-violent way.

Nanda finally admitted his mistake after getting a push and also a blow from the citizens.

He also promised not to act badly or do anything embarrassing again.

After that we shook hands with the residents while apologizing.

Even Dinda came to see but I deliberately did not greet him so that he was not ashamed.

Nanda left the place, and I was still there to clean up the damage Nanda had done before coming home.

I'm happy because the people in the village are so nice.

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Evening came, as usual I sat on the swing with an old guitar accompanied by his voice began to slap.

Staring at the dark night covered in black clouds and wind blowing cold air.

It doesn't feel complete tonight without your voice..

It's like playing violin without strings.

It was like a night without stars.

It's like coffee without sugar.

I miss you.

Even though I just met

I always feel like I miss..

"Hallo my baby honey." I said to him on the phone.

Yes this is the best way to let go of longing by calling you so that you can listen to your sweet voice.

"Hallo is also my husband, you are good call!" Answer anxiously.

Of course anxious, he saw me and Nanda in trouble again this afternoon.

"Ah I'm good, she didn't make it about me."

"Really, you have to be more careful with him, he's reckless with his people." Said Dinda, she seemed worried about me.

He didn't even ask me why I pretended I didn't see him in the crowd.

He knew I saw him too at that moment.

"You've eaten."

"Udah, you have not eaten yet."

"I was waiting for you to make me eat." Dinda replied jokingly.

Dinda if you were by my side tonight, I'd like to hug my tiny body.

Rubbing your soft, soft hair.

And pinch your chubby cheeks.

If only you and I were together, I would probably hug you every day, every morning, afternoon, evening or night.

Proof of how much I love you.

We are separated by circumstances, time and place.

Let this song I sing be your silent lullaby until morning.

And make sure your dream is just me.

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