The Rainiest Woman

Episode 5's

“Hallo, Pris, how is it today, what time is it?” ask Shawwal.

“O, like 10pm, Wal. You really want to pick me up? What is ngerepotin.”

“Ya really. I'm happy to always be there for you, not the other day you in the snap huh? Instead I don't want to do bad things like that anymore.

“Hmmm ... Thanks yes, Wal, you already care amu.”

“Just relax, Pris, I did this because I say ...”

 

Tut .. tut .. tut …. Suddenly the phone connection was switched off.

“There's more, Mas?” ask me while turning on the scan tool on a pack of cat food.

“That's enough.” Duck.

“Lo Mas Sata huh? How's the wound, Mas?” I'm pangling

“Udah gapapa, Pris.”

“Thank God, once again thank you, Mom. Eh Btw Mas Sata cat lovers huh?”

“Ah, can not be said cat lovers anyway, but I have one, his name is Missing, well yesterday I happened to miss abis gahirin, his son there are three lo, and I have not given the name anyway, anyway, end of not knowing the gender, afraid later the wrong name aja.”

‘Ah, mas Sata very excited if the story of the cat, but whatever chat he is the same, always bowed, never look in the eyes of his interlocutor’ my inner

“Eh later if you've heard, I nitip one name dong, Mas, make a cat aja boy.”

“Bby, would you like to give me what name?” Sata looks enthusiastic.

“Hm ... what is it? Good," I said.

“No, thanks for the suggestion of his name, but I am used to give my own name, besides I am not sure what kind of future the cat will go through if it is named Bagong.” replied mas Sata ketus.

“Eh ugly huh? How about Cheetos, good ‘kan. Wait a minute, that's ‘kan ciki name. Ah ... I think I'm ‘gak talented giving name to animals,” lamented excited.

“Not to think about it, Pris. Actually in addition to buying this cat food, I also want to give this to you,” mas Sata gave me a letter.

“Well ... This is what, Mas?” my many.

Mas Sata immediately looked at me without telling me the meaning of the letter he gave me. I came out to chase him, but he's gone on his bike, speeding like Valentino Rossi. I'm back at the cashier's. With a sense of kepo I opened the letter, and read the contents.

 

I've known you for a long time, long before you knew me. My heart always shakes when it's near you. This feeling is strange but exciting, the ups and downs without warning, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, all of it comes around for no reason. One thing is for sure, if I am near you, it feels sadness ‘do not have the opportunity to play its role, because in this deepest recess of the heart, has been fully filled by you, he said, melts like a glass filled with water whose capacity has been exceeded.

 

They say of the eagle that swoops down fast after the prey. His beak and claws tore and rained down fresh meat, the catch. I sighed about it, I thought there was more. It was me who floated in love when I saw your smile. And at that moment of love, I fell from a high abyss, swooped down at a terrible speed, and fell on a rock plate. Broken and melted.

Confused ‘tak is a big theme that became a problem in my life. At least it started the first time I saw you. Your eyes are soft, your nose is like a boomerang, and your hair is straight like a river. That fascinates you.

Which tone rattles the soul when its leaves are mengandungkan. There is nothing better than listening to the tone of love than the beating of the stakato my heart produces when it sees your face. A magical tone with an irregular tempo, conveying the message of the heart's treatise to the soul's ear.

I may have found love and lost it. A very painful obscurity if I just throw it away. Today everything I couldn't speak before you turned into a strand of words immortalized by ink scratches. I ‘can no longer resist worry, really storing this taste in the niche of my tribe is like drinking a drink that has been given the most deadly poison. And on this little rhyme, may it flow dear.

Let me melt away from form, because now I have ‘no longer able to maintain my original form. My whole body has become a vortex of love, no more density, I'm just a feeling of love. I am a spirit seeking peace and pleasure, and if I straddle the world, all forms of matter are eliminated by your beauty.

To you I have given my love and not my thoughts, nor any desires, for love ‘t takes nothing but takes from itself. Please enter into my seasonless love, there you can plant a flower, bathe in its flow and feed the birds that come from the North.

In this writing I still often ask, whether it is appropriate for me to be with you, to accompany you in every breath. Even if ‘tak deserve, at least I want to embroider your smile in my heart. This simple love of mine, enough to remember that gentle you in my head, is already able to melt the frozenness of my burden. Then who is happy? Surely we are both happy because we are dear to God, but happiness will be complete if we share happiness in love together.

I was surprised to read it from mas Sata. I myself am not so sure about this letter, because there was no explanation before. One thing I believe, that this is not a love letter, the language is very rigid, after all, today sending a letter to express love can be said to be very primitive or ancient, it is impossible for Sata to send me a love letter.

 

Maybe mas Sata is showing me his poetry, but I'm a little surprised, if that's the case, why not sent to a publisher or in the race. Don't-don't mas Sata want me to edit, but I ‘gak so the world of literacy, or even my face looks like a publishing house, even mas Sata sent me a poem.

 

Whatever it is I do not want to guess, the most important thing is that I have read it, and I will return it if we meet again, Sata mas, just weird. But I have to admit, it's exciting to also read rhymes about love, just try it while hearing the sound of the violin, it must be fun, like snow falling and I'm wearing a warm coat while drinking hot chocolate. Cute, cold and warm into one bandaged me.

Does not feel the night is too thick, blunting greenish leaves on the trees. From a distance I saw Shawwal parking his motorbike, then he walked into the department store approaching me. I'm happy to be noticed, even though my first impression was a little bit off. Now that I understand, towards her tacky attitude, she just wants to get closer to me. There's a good thing too while it's not over.

“Pris. Yuk go home,”.

‘Wah she smells so good, very intention nih my inner manok’.

“Yuk, I'm tired too, Wal.”

“Ya gapapa .. until home later rest, yes.” Answer gently.

“Oke.” I smile.

“Eh, earlier why did the phone die, Pris?” his question was suddenly serious.

“O, someone paid for the groceries, Wal. What did you say on the phone?” manya curious.