The Pending Wait

Disappeared

There was a deep sense of disappointment, somehow and how.

This sense appears suddenly, maybe because the news of Dinda is increasingly lost.

It's like going back to the time when he left without any news.

And what's weighing on my mind is about the night that Dinda threw up blood.

I don't know what exactly he is sick about.

The worry and fear completely enveloped my entire feeling.

I don't want my Dinda to be sick and weak.

I always wanted to be by his side.

If only I could, I'd move the pain in my body and let me feel it all.

So that you can always smile like before.

**

this week has passed, Dinda says she's starting to improve but I'm not allowed to see her.

The reason is Dinda's health and of course I don't mind it.

Rest my dear and let this longing grow like a flower that will be a beautiful sight when we meet.

Even though your news is so hard to get but I believe that you won't forget me.

On Wednesday afternoon I finished school, I deliberately did not tell Dinda if I came to visit.

I brought her favorite apples and chocolate, even though my pockets are in crisis right now.

I am so happy to bring this gift that I will of course give it to him.

I can't wait for the time to meet Dinda and let go of my miss.

Even the streets filled with rocks were not felt at all because of the joy and happiness enveloped me.

I even refused to rehearse the band with a friend friend because of this.

Arriving at the house, I immediately went down to knock on the door and called out Dinda's name.

"Dinda baby I'm coming!" I said while knocking on the door.

Repeatedly knocked on the door but not a single sound was heard.

I was silent for a moment, then rushed to pick up my HP and called Dinda but the number was out of reach.

I tried knocking again.

"Tokay! Geck! Geck!"

"Hallo, Assalamualaikum there are people!" I said, but clearly no one was home.

And where Dinda is, isn't she sick.

He should be home.

It's a little strange, why doesn't one person answer my greetings, even ART is not there.

The house is empty without inhabitants.

Not long after my great-grandmother came out of her house and swing her hand to call me.

He was old enough so he could hardly scream or speak in a high voice.

"Ono opo" Uut." I said as I approached.

"Uwonge wes lungo yek medan using mbengi le." My great-grandfather replied with his soft, soft voice.

Buyutku is a native of central Java who migrated to North Sumatra so he has difficulty speaking Indonesian.

Because of the environment and also the care of the small.

And hearing her say that instantly my heart seemed to stop.

It feels bland and also strange.

It was strange, like a rock stuck in my heart.

It feels so cramped.

Why did he leave again, why did he leave me again.

"Hugh..!" I took a deep breath trying to control my feelings.

I slowly let go and said in my heart.

"Patience don't be sad yet."

Then I say goodbye to my great-grandmother while giving by what I originally wanted to give to Dinda is oranges.

I brought apples home for my mother.

***

When I got home, I called Dinda back and the number was still off.

I'm worried if anything happens to her.

Because last week's events still stuck in my eyes.

And the jacket that Dinda's blood has been on until now I haven't washed.

I don't know why I didn't want to remove the blood from the jacket and keep it dry.

Like I wanted to remember that incident where for the first time I saw the person I loved wholeheartedly become helpless.

I also remember that night he slept on my lap very well.

her pale face and innocent smile melted this heart.

I have kept the shadow of that face up to this moment.

Drizzle splashing beat the zinc of this house.

Dark clouds and sun that began to set make the atmosphere like a Helcurt ulti.

It means the atmosphere is getting darker.

The wall clock shows at 06:14 pm, soon Adzan reverberated.

My phone is ringing right now.

There are 2 calls in the new number without a name.

I'm happy with the call move.

because my feelings are not good and maybe because the number is a foreign number to me.

Suddenly my brother through the world said"That phone call who knows is important."

Yet I filed that just like no one was calling at all.

"What if it's Dinda." He said as he walked away.

I got up and tried to pick up the phone, but the call was closed.

Because I'm not sure if it's Dinda, I let the phone lie down and then go to sleep.

But the phone rang again and his voice was clearly heard in the ear.

My bad mood made me reluctant to take the HP.

But his voice continued.dayu as if calling my name.

Finally my brother came and picked up the phone and I ignored him.

"Sir, there's this." My brother knocked on my bedroom door.

"Who?" My question's short.

"Minda."

"GRUBYAK.!!" The sound of me falling.

I fell down, shocked to hear what my sister said.

I immediately rushed out of the room.

"Well!" that's why someone called me up." Said brother while giving Hpku.

"Hello Momo, it's me."

"Dinda, how are you." I asked who was worried about him.

"I'm healthy oh yes now I don't live there anymore."

"I know, I just stopped by your house and called but no one said." My answer.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you first, suddenly my dad was moving out." Dinda.

"It's all right that matters that you're in good health."

"healthy. I've been getting better everything's been going normally but it doesn't seem like it's coming back!" Dinda.

The words were very surprising.

Won't come back, then how should I live.

I was silent for a moment, I felt so lazy to talk again.

"Why are you silent, you are surprised." Ask Dinda.

"hello how about our relationship, are you not going to miss me or are you going to end up like this." Many sad.

"Dengerin first, meaning you will not return to the village but we moved to Tanjung Balai." He said again with an explanation.

"Oh, thank God, I was so panicked I thought we'd never see each other again." My answer.

"Please, wherever you are, I'll be yours." Then the phone was cut off.

I was silent for a moment, and there was something strange about my feelings.

I don't know why I'm so unhappy with what I hear.

I felt like I was being fooled by my own feelings.

Even this great longing just disappeared.

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