The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 41: Feeling Guilty

Some people came to Mesha's house to check the corners and places around. Previously, they asked the host for permission. While inside the house, Mesha helps her mother prepare snacks for people outside.

"Is it really okay, Mom?"

"Yes nothing to, Cha. Is there a reason to refuse?"

"The previous one was .. but ...."

"Wes to, you don't have to think weird. Yuk, help me take this forward."

After putting down the tray he was carrying, Mesha went inside the house. He looked at the neighbor outside, as if looking at him with a strange look. Uncomfortable for him. Although it might just be his feelings.

Mesha sat on the edge of the bed in his room. Staring at ceiling. Many times he exhaled. His memory goes back a few years. In the days leading up to her marriage to Giyan.

Her husband-to-be is different now. More mature and more independent than Mesha himself. But they are still the same age. This time, he really hoped that everything would be fine. For matters of the heart, perhaps he could grow it slowly, later.

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Sunday morning, Mesha had dressed up. At exactly seven o'clock, Sakha was already sitting on her bike. Waiting in front of the house.

After saying goodbye to her parents, Mesha went to her future husband's friend's house. There, several crew members were waiting, including a make up artist.

After dressing up, Mesha looks so stunning. Sakha was unceasingly amazed.

"So pretty!" he said to his friend. Moments later, several crews gathered and invited the two bride-to-be to hunt for a shooting spot.

From the exotic old building to the beach. After that, they discussed choosing some photos that will be used.

"Tomorrow, I sent the picture after it was processed" the photographer said as Sakha and Mesha bailed home.

It was dark when the two sat on the bike.

"Dec? Hungry up? Let's stop by for a little meal, Yuk!"

"By, Mas."

"What do you want to eat?"

"What does Mas Kha want."

For a moment, Sakha thought, then she turned on her motor. Moments later, the two men were already on the streets. It didn't take long, the motorbike they were riding on, stopping at a food stall by the side of the road.

"This is my favorite chicken. I guarantee you'll like it, Dek!" Sakha promotes, convincing Mesha to eat there.

"OK," said Mesha.

When he got inside, Sakha glanced at a car she knew. Just as he expected, he saw the figure of a man he knew with his wife and child.

"Mas Lingga, right? Maheswara Linga?"

The man looked over and smiled when he saw Sakha.

"Eh, Sakha Dik. Same ... mmm, his future or his wife?"

Sakha smiled, greeting Lingga and Dyah who were carrying her son.

Mesha went to greet Sakha's friend earlier. Then they both sat down with the little family. Small talk flowed from the two men. From politics to daily activities.

The phallus says goodbye first, because it has to go somewhere else. Sakha and Mesha were sitting there.

"Sakha, I paid for all the food. Enjoy!"

Sakha thanked me from afar, then waved, respectfully, to the husband and wife earlier.

"Mas Lingga is a cool figure, Dek. I am impressed with him. Graduate degree, but not haughty and arrogant with what you have."

Mesha nodded, not understanding what Sakha meant. He felt tired.

Sakha apologized when she realized that the girl next to her was already looking tired. After finishing the meal, he drove Mesha home.

Arriving at home, without changing clothes. Mesha throws his body into the bed. Tired really makes it not powerful anymore. Not as usual it was like that. Shortly after, the girl fell asleep.

In his sleep, Mesha had another strange dream. He saw a man walking in front of him. Only the back and back. The bead bracelet in the man's hand made Mesha recognize him. He called out the name Zay. Running in pursuit, but it's like it's too hard.

When Mesha managed to hold the man's hand, he turned around, but the face that was seen there, even Sakha's smiling face. Then a black shadow grabbed Sakha, throwing her away. The girl shouted, begging the black shadow-shaped creature to release Sakha.

Mesha fell down, crying loudly. Hand flailing.

"Sir, wake, Nduk! You why?"

Her mother's voice and gentle pats on the cheeks managed to keep Mesha's eyes open. She hugged her mother tightly, wiping the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Night you have another nightmare?" asked Mayang softly. Mesha who was still as excited, nodded.

"Yes already. Change clothes first, clean up then sleep again."

After changing clothes and cleaning yourself. Mesha lay back in his bed. He raised his hand, a beaded bracelet coiled there. He gently rubbed it. Recalling his dream.

"I have to how?" muttered.

The girl kept looking at the ceiling of the room. Until sleepiness strikes him again.

Elsewhere, Zayan looks up at the night sky from his rented window. He raised his hand and rubbed the circular bracelet on his wrist. The shadow of the girl he hit back then, was still dancing in his eyes. He was always grumbling, why did he not observe the girl's hand at that time. I wish there was the same bracelet there.

Instantly, Zayan patted his own forehead and cursed his wild thoughts. The girl was someone else's wife-to-be. It's not worth it if he thinks about it. The ringing of the mobile phone shifted the young man's focus. Call from home, which makes him have to go home tomorrow.

Early in the morning, Zayan headed for the terminal. He had to take the bus the morningest to his Mbahkung home. Throughout the journey, his heart was not calm. Actually Nirwasita had told him to visit the grandfather. However, his busyness made the man had not had time to come.

Arriving at his Mbahkung house, Zayan poured in. There, his mother and father were waiting. A doctor was examining an elderly man lying in bed.

Zayan prayed in his heart with submission, that the grandfather might be healed. His eyes were wet, he turned around, then rubbed them. However, he saw a familiar figure. Stand in the corner with a gentle smile. Silver colored hair and a stick in the man's hand.

With a weak nod, Zayan returned the figure's smile earlier.

"I'm sorry Zay, Grandpa. Forgive Zay for being so selfish that she has no time for Grandpa. Please, get well, Grandpa. I'll make amends."

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