The soul mate YOU sent
Chapter 5 Signs
When I opened my eyes it was only 30 minutes to get to the beach I was headed. Stretch my body from both hands, neck and waist. For the first time since the disappearance of Mas Damar I slept soundly and without dreams bu-ruk. I slept for almost two hours and let Mas Yayan drive without a friend.
"Iki ngombe sek."(this is a drink first), said Mas Yayan while offering a bottle of mine-ral water. I received the bottle while looking at the back seat. It turns out that Mas Yayan had stopped by one of the mini markets that su-dah spread throughout Indonesia.
"Almost nang Indo***** kok not-gugah anyway, I'm yo arep tumbas snack."(mam-pir to Indo***** kok not wake up, I also want to buy snacks), (mam-pir to Indo****** kok did not wake up, I also want to buy snacks), 'n'm also want to buy snacks), I said with a little frown.
"Wes tak tukokno snack your senengan, la-gian kumu koyok wong semaput orah obah ota othek wes koyok ora ambeg'an."(su-dah I bought your favorite snack, ota othek wes koyok ora ambeg'an."(su-dah I bought your favorite snack, and again you sleep like a fainting person not moving even a little like not breathing), he replied with a flat face.
"Mas, kabare ibuk and father sae right?", my voice was a whisper. I doubt Mas Yayan heard it.
"Lek pingin weroh kok moleh anyway?, anyway half an hour press nggonmu kos." (If you want to know why not go home?, after all there is not half an hour from where you cost), he replied with a reminiscent tone.
Silent. Until finally we reach the entrance counter of Balekambang beach. No sam-pai ten minutes distance from the counter to the beach. After I got the right parking space, I got out of the car. The atmosphere is calm. There are only a few cars and motorcycles. So does the man who is. Understandably, today is a working day and be-lum midday. But this atmosphere suits me now. Quiet and quiet.
I began to move my feet on the white pa-sir that stretches along the beach. The sand feels warm. Mas Yayan walked beside me in silence. Not long after we arrived at the small river. This river bera-da right under the bridge that mengbuongkan mainland with small islands. The island is a connecting island to another small island that has a puree on it.
The water was cold at my feet. I stretched my hand to feel the coldness of the water. Just to convince myself that this is just a dream. That I'm right here alone, without Mas Damar. That Mas Damar left without news, disappeared. "Hiks.".", a prank escaped my lips. I didn't realize when I started crying. All I know is that both my cheeks have been soaked by tears.
"Kowe arep crito nang mas?"(you want cherry-ta to mas?), asked Mas Yayan while gently wiping my head. I shake my head weakly. I don't want to tell you a story yet.
While wiping away my tears Mas Yayan said, "Yowes, miko wes arep cerito mas ready to ngrungokno."
From my little Mas Yayan was my guardian when I bullied the children of the complex. I'll take it when mom's busy with her florist or when dad's out of town. My listeners when I complain about my problems with my friends at school, or when I argue with my father and mother. My tutors as the tasks pile up and many I don't understand. He's the complete package I've built. But that was before I knew Mas Damar. Our relationship gradually drifted away as we got older. I used to think that as we grew older we had to have privacy. But now I think it's because we're both selfish with each other's affairs. And just looking for reasons to justify our actions.
He drove me to one of the stalls to get a bottle of mineral water. Because we left bags filled with mineral water and snacks in the car. He poured that water on me. "Hem.diombe!", he commanded. I took the bo-tol and I drank until I was half. I guess I'm pretty thirsty.
"Uploaded yok Mas?", take me up to the bridge to cross to the small island. Without answering, still holding my hand, he stepped up onto the bridge.
"Mas want to kok moro-moro nang kosan?, fitting with me arep metu. Usual phone at lek arep drop by."(mas was suddenly to the boarding place?, also the time when I want to go out. Usually call first if you want to stop by.), ask me to start a chat.
"I want to stop by nang tak kiro kowe kerjo hospital, about your schedule sift isuk right. But I met Lani, jarene kowe loro. Mangkane I nang kosan."(i just stopped by the hospital I thought you were working, because this is your schedule sift morning. But I met Lani, she said you were sick. Makanys I'm going to your boarding place). "Kowe loro opo?, koyok'e healthy-healthy ae in addition to moro-moro nglamun, moro-moro nangis koyok'e ganok seng loro."(what are you sick?, it seems healthy other than you suddenly daydream, but you suddenly daydream, suddenly crying no one looks sick), he answered pan-jang wide.
Before I could answer his question. The strong smell of incense was smelled by my nose. The scent came from a small puree that was just before the second bridge. This end-to-end unfamiliar feeling began to feel. My head started to get dizzy, my stomach churned, nausea immeasurable. Without a second thought I ran towards the bushes and vomited up all my stomach contents.wave after wave kept coming from inside my mattress. My gaze is very ka-bur with thousands of fireflies. Kura-sakan a big hand gently massaging my nape. And one more hand held my hair. After I guess there's nothing else I can spit out I straighten up my ba-dan. Mas Yayan took off my hair and stopped massaging my nape. Wiping the vomit remnants in my mouth with a tissue from my jeans pocket, I turned to a-rah Mas Yayan.
Our views meet. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. He just looked straight at me. Shut up for a century like me. Please say something. Did she know I was pregnant just because I threw up once in front of her?, obviously impossible. No. gabe. I hope he doesn't know. Be-lum it's time he found out. Even the father of this baby does not know of its existence.
After a while Mas Yayan opened his mouth. "Wes yummy?, wes not nauseous?"(su-dah better?, no nausea?), he asked flatly. I just nodded. Mas Yayan's reaction worried me. I was the one who cut off eye contact between us. As I began to step in intending to continue our journey, Mas Yayan held back my le-ngan. " Kowe sure ganok seng kate mbok talking about me?"(you're sure there's nothing you want to tell me?) he said flatly but coldly.
I'm choked. My mouth was open only to be closed again. I swallowed my spit many times. It feels dry and tight this throat.
"Cook for wae?"(just shut up?), Yayan's voice sounded increasingly cold.
The air felt very hot as if leaving my lungs. Stuffy. My head is spinning. My heart is pounding so hard. What I should say. Did Mas Yayan really feel that I was pregnant?
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