The Various Kinds of Stories
The Beautiful End - Rohayati
Some people say love is beautiful. Why not my love story? I love the man I thought I could trust my heart to. But it turns out I was wrong, he became a destroyer in my life.
And stupidly again, I still survive in this love, survive with people who at every moment love the wound, so that the wound deepens. Once I thought to stop this feeling, I did not want to continue to dissolve in situations like this. But I always couldn't do it!
Introduce my name Laras, son of a family that is not so rich but the money my father works, enough to finance the lives of three of us. This year I have graduated from SMK, it means the time I have to think about finding a job. Yeah, I don't want to burden my parents anymore if
gotta college.
And the person I told you about earlier, that's my boyfriend. His name is Bagas, we have been in this relationship for 2 years. He and I went to the same school, just different schools.
But the past two months, I have felt a change in attitude from Bagas. Bagas is very much different from the previous behavior, I still do not know, what makes Bagas to change. Not infrequently every time we fight he berated me with words that are not worth saying, but stupidly, I accept all the treatment he was.
And I don't want this relationship to end, I'm finally the one who has to apologize even though he's wrong. But is it okay sometimes in terms of love there must be a sacrifice?
For two years I felt in vain, until many of my friends who said I was stupid because I had survived with the wrong person.
Today is the day she declared her love for me and asked me to be her lover. I've prepared plans to celebrate our anniversary, I'm preparing a romantic dinner in the park tonight.
I hope he doesn't forget this important day. Tonight I was waiting for her in the garden, I dressed up as pretty as I could. I've been waiting for Bagas for an hour, but he hasn't come.
“Bagas lo where the hell?” ask me to myself.
I tried to send him a message but nothing was answered by him. I finally ventured to Bagas' phone, I hope he's not angry.
“Hallo, Bagas? Where the hell are you? Not so bad yet!”
“Gue stay home, do I have a promise with you?"
“Yeah, Gas! I was waiting for you to be at the park. It's been an hour! You still think I'm important, Gas?”
“Bawles! Wait daft! I'm there now!”
That's how Bagas is now, never caring about me again. Even when he did something wrong, I had to put my ego aside to apologize to him.
Half an hour after the phone ended, Bagas arrived at the park. Not a surprise anniversary that I got from him but a scorn that I received on this special day.
“Lo doing the hell! Tell me to come here malem malem? No work lo?”
“Not that, Gas. I just want to celebrate our anniversary, I've already made a special dinner tonight.”
“Anniv what the hell? Like a little boy knows!”
“Yeah, Bagas. Is it wrong, right? If I want to celebrate our anniversary? This part is also not excessive kok.”
“Terden! I want to go home! You can go home by yourself, right?”
After saying that, Bagas then went to see me. I was confused whether I should pursue it or not. I want it there is no need to pursue Bagas, but my feet and heart cannot be compromised. My legs even stepped up to chase Bagas, who would not even care about me anymore.
“Gas, please don't stay with me, we go back there again. Just dinner, Gas. After that you can go home. Sorry if I was too childish.”
“No want! I want to go home! If you still want to be here, please! I don't care!”
He really left. I still rest in the same place, unable to hold my tears. Honestly this is a very painful pain, I really want to maintain this relationship. But if you don't want it, what can I do?
I could only cry lamenting my current state. I'm tired, Gas! I am also just an ordinary human being who has a limit of patience, and this time my patience may have run out.
Tomorrow I ask Bagas to meet me after work. I want to put an end to all this, I don't want to get hurt anymore.
“Ngapain?” ask Bagas after he arrives.
“Live on, I'm fine you hurt, all this time I've been trying to give up when you won't budge. You have done the same thing over and over again, and I apologize for your mistakes. Even if you don't care about me anymore, your ego is too high every time we argue. Now I realize, your love is not for me anymore.”
“Terus?”
“I asked to break up with you, Gas. I'm tired of fighting alone!”
“Oh yaudah, from now on we have no relationship anymore. I am tired of this relationship!”
He's gone! Really go. My tears broke right then and there, not tears because I regretted my decision. I cried happily because I was now free from Bagas. From behind me, someone slapped my shoulder.
“Ras! Why are you crying alone here? Alone again?”
“Gue succeeded Yan! I managed to do that! I finally split up Bagas, hiks hiks.”
Riyan immediately pulled me, taking me into his arms. My crying is becoming.
“Udah, Race. Lo do not cry, your tears do not pantes netes for people who have made you disappointed so far.”
Riyan further tightened his embrace, along with venting the pain I felt at this moment.
“Lo can, Race, cry today. But you have to promise yourself, if this is the last time you cry because of a jerk like Bagas, okay?”
“Iya, Yan. I am so glad I finished all this.”
“The bottom is now you've broken up right Bagas? Whatever decision you make, it is true. And you don't need money, and as I said, if the love you feel is comfortable, yes keep it. But if your love is, make you sick ya stayin. Stayin though it hurts.”
“Iya, Yan. Yan! I'm laper, eat yuk!” I said in my tears.
The next day, there is no longer a pure and dear Laras because of his girlfriend. Now, I'm free of the man whose name is Bagas, and that's got a lot of guys chasing me. But I still don't want to open my heart anymore, I'm still afraid to start a relationship.
Day after day after day, after the day I asked to break up from Bagas. My day is not heavy thanks to Riyan, he is kind and always tries to help me overcome the pain. Although I can't forget in a short time, at least I can get used to it. Because of
habitually, all this pain can surely disappear.
And that habit, I started from spending a lot of time with Riyan. Like going to the playground, or hunting roadside culinary. And on Sunday nights, we used to watch movies at the cinema or just walk the streets spending time together.
Honestly, I really enjoyed our moment together. Like tonight this week, Riyan asked me to go see a movie. I bought two tickets, he said. Finished changing clothes, I immediately went downstairs because it must have been below.
Lying if you don't, because Riyan is a person full of surprises. He said he was still on the road but knew he was in front of the house.
“Wah .... Beautiful!”
“Still! I am beautiful anyway. Ah let's go!”
“Abang you where?”
“Ngapain nyariin Bang Razi?”
“Ya want to ask permission princess, yes I immediately take away people's children without the permission of her brother.”
“Oh, I thought you'd like to watch it too. Bang Razi said he wanted to work overtime like a horse! Udah, let's go to the cinema close!”
“That's yes? Yaudah let's go!”
Finally I went to see Riyan, we watched the movie frozen 2. After watching it we decided to play on the timezone.
My day was full of surprises, but sometimes I still stare around everything feels empty like my heart right now.
Although I often spend my days with Riyan, I do not know why sometimes I feel lonely, empty and longing deeply. Don't think I can't forget Bagas! What's wrong with her? Until I have to think about it. I should be able to forget that guy, it's been a month more lest I try to
forgetting it was in vain.
“Why, Race? How's diem?”
“Hah? How's it? No, I just think the same smile again Sehun aja.”
“Plastic again?”
“Well really! Say another plastic Sehun, hit us!”
“Hehe. Sorry sorry! Just kidding. Part of it was just diem, daydreaming what the hell?”
“Not thinking who is who!”
“Thinking him yes?”
“Sorry, who is he? An ex? Oh, I thought nothing important like that!”
Long story short Riyan and I have been in office for a year, but for a year he showed concern not like a friend more precisely he treated me like a person who
special to him. But he also did not provide clarity about our relationship, honestly I was comfortable when with him
but I also don't want to be stuck in the friendzone. Given my age and the age she deserves to be married.
I am confused about how to behave, it is also impossible if I ask him to propose to me, right?
Today I invited Riyan to meet at the usual cafe we met, there I would like to explain the important thing.
“Nih habitual children if invited to meet must ngaret his for mercy!” I grumbled because Riyan hadn't come.
We made a three-afternoon appointment, and now it's almost five. Very bad, beware of children if dateng!
“Hai, Race! Have you been long?”
“Lo think to yourself! I waited two hours, Yan! You have a habit of knowing no, you like it
trimming time! “
“Yeah, yeah sorry, Race. My stuck jams. Hence late dateng.”
“Gue was also stuck! But why am I on time to get here? Because I predicted the traffic jam, Riyan!”
“Yes, sorry! This is so you want to say no anyway? How to even talk about me coming late.”
“Udah is not my mood! I want to go back!”
“No need to cuddle dong, Ras. Please!”
I'm the one who's been sprained, I don't want to hear him anymore he said. I wrote on the paper and then I pasted it on Riyan's face, then I went out of the cafe.
Riyan who read the paper was a little shocked, but then he chased me, and nahan so I didn't go.
“What do you mean? You arrive suddenly if you want to be applied?”
“Yes I want to be licked, Yan. Next week, thursday. You can come by if you want.”
“Who is that guy, Ras?”
“Yes anyway, you don't know him.”
“It is precisely because of that, Baras! Why have you never met that person? I'm your best friend, Ras!”
“Yes, you're just my best friend. You don't deserve to know everything about me, do you?”
“Gue will find out who it is!”
“Please! I want to go home, bye!”
Today, I deliberately passed the usual path of Riyan lewatin when I got home from work. But I'm not alone, I'm the same guy who's gonna call me. I walk as much as I can with this guy. And yep! My plan worked.
On the same day, I posted a photo of my same guy in ig. Purposely! Let Riyan see. Hehe.
#Laras POV End
#Riyan POV
Today as usual after work I went straight home, but on the way home I was like no more Laras street with a guy while chatting familiarly, even occasionally I see Laras holding the guy's hand with a friendly.
Why don't I like this? See Baras street with other guys wearing friendly events all over again!
I'm not jealous anymore, am I?
Until home, I checked his ig Laras, and there he posted a photo of the same guy I saw.
I open the profile of the guy's account, I actually kepo the same person who said he wanted to nglamar Laras. I just don't want if he gets it wrong to make a choice like the same time Bagas first.
I'm looking for information about that guy but there's not much I get. I only know the name of the residence address of the doang
Tomorrow afternoon, I meet Laras at work. As I nyampe said his friend Laras again meeting the same boss, so I have to wait for him to get over his business first.
“Mas Riyan wants to drink what? Let Rosa makein!” said one of the officers there flirtatiously.
Not long I saw Laras out of the meeting room, I immediately nyamperin him.
“Ras, you really don't want to tell me about that lo guy?”
“lo late, Yan! Where were you yesterday? Would I want to share the same story? You should have asked yesterday!”
“Yes I've already explained the reason why I'm late, Ras!”
“Udahlah, Yan. I'm tired! There is still a lot of work that I have to do, mending lo back.”
“But, Race! I don't know anymore, do I?”
“This is for my future, Yan. Yes, I played main”
“OK! How long have you known him? And you can't usually tell me about something as important as this, Ras!”
“Yes it's because you're too busy equal yourself!”
“Oke consider it rich. But I always tell ya lo, not like lo, arrived ngabarin, already want a proposal!”
“OK! Now what do you want to know?”
“Yes all!”
“Bingung yes I want to clear to lo! Gini aja deh, lo it I answer!”
“OK! Whose name?”
“Next questions deh.”
“Apaan anyway, Race. I've come a long way to come here for you too, at least you tell me who the candidate of lo it.”
“But yeah lo! You should have asked yesterday. Tear it not. Mending you unplug it now! I'm busy!”
The night I try to come to the house Laras, pas nyampe there I see Laras again sitting on the terrace of the same guy who yesterday. From a distance I can still hear the last of their conversation.
Barrel : “According to you, how?”
Guys: “You are calm, you must be sure. Do you believe me?”
Barrel : “You are very attentive anyway.”
Guys : “Ya already if I say goodbye first, greetings to father and mother. Assalamualaikum.”
Barrel : ”Waalaikumsalam. Be careful!”
As the guy goes, Baras directly nyamperin me.
“Kok you didn't say, if you want to go home?”
“Oh so now, I have to ngabarin if I want to play to the sabahat house myself?”
“Yes not really.”
“Ya continues? That's Evan, right?”
“Kok you know her name?”
“Most that.”
“Keep let alone know about him?”
“Name Evan, son of Surabaya, lives in Bandung.”
“Keep especially?”
“Ya already, that's aja.”
“So, that's all the information you dapet?”
“Gue just don't want you to choose wrong, Ras. Marriage is a big decision. And again you also just know him? You don't know his true nature yet. You don't want to know him for longer?”
“Indeed it took me how long to know people, 6 months? 9 months? Or a year like ours? Huh?”
“Kok lo so bandinginnya equal we anyway?”
“Ya continues? Who else should I want to be with?”
“Lo does not understand, Ras!”
“Gue does not understand, because you never want to make me understand, Yan!”
“Ras, I love you, Ras! But you are not aware of it!”
“Telate, Yan! You should have talked about that from yesterday. Mending you just finished your talk! Who knows if someone wants to be!” laras said as he passed into his house.
The next morning, at home I had breakfast with my mom and dad.
“Bu, monday mother tomorrow where you going?”
“Yes regular, Mom goes to mosque. Review.”
“If om? Go to the office?”
“Ya, yes! Why why?”
“Tuesday? Mom same event no?”
“Tuesday yes? I want to join Jengukin Bu RT, yqng said he entered the hospital.”
“Kalo om anyway, there is actually just free time. Why the hell?”
“Riyan to nglamar!”
“Haha do you want to propose? Wan, your niece is proposing, getting married. You sure?”
“Haha, not mbk.”
“Serious Buk, Om. Riyan wants to fuck!”
“When?”
“Quickly!”
“Secapnya? Why hunt? You're not that, are you?” ask my mother while showing people who are pregnant.
“Yes, Mom! Riyan did not dare also if you have to nghamilin children.”
“Cirotain! Who do you want to say?”
“Riyan wants to apply for Laras, Bu.”
“Well isn't Laras your best friend? He has a partner, after all. Maybe he's in Lamar.”
“Well! Precisely because of that!”
“Oh so, the story we want to nikung anyway?” Ask my Om.
“Yes, don't nikung either, Om!”
“Why should you hunt?”
“Because tomorrow is Thursday, Laras will be applying to the same people, Mom. So, Riyan only has a chance if not Monday, Tuesday yes wednesday.”
“Mom can't, Yan. I already have an appointment with another mother.”
“Kalo om anyway up to the same mbak anyway, Yan.”
Wednesday afternoon, after a long debate with the mother. Finally we prepared to propose to Laras.
Tok tok tok tok
I knocked on the door of the house. And it happened that opened the door of his mother Laras. His mother Laras was confused to see my appearance which was a bit changed.
“Loh, Riyan! Tumben you are very neat. What event do you want?”
“Jeng Kania!” shouted my mother who directly cipika cipiki with Aunt Kania.
“Kok tumben once Riyan come to bring the group everything, what's up, Jeng?”
“oh yes let's please enter first.”
We are welcome to enter. In the family room I was a bit tense because I wanted to propose to Laras.
Not long his father Laras, entered the house, finished coming home from the mosque I think.
“Loh, any guests? Riyans? How tumben dateng here neat rich so usually also just wear torn pants torn same shirt, now kok ngajak all troops?”
“So like this, Sir. To the point, emmm we came here to express our good intentions.”
Said my, mrmulqi.
“Oh so, why did Riyan never say that all this time there was a serious relationship with Laras? But yes, if anyone wants good intentions to my son yes I also like. But back again, if for the answer everything I leave to Laras, because later it will be the one who will undergo it Laras.”
“Try buk, call Baras here.”
I saw Laras just watching and peeking at us through the door of his room.
“Larasnya caged, Sir.”
“If silent it is usually yes. So go ahead, for the goodwill of the Riyan family we received.”
“Alhamdulillah!”
“But om, briefly. I want to ask, has anyone ever applied before Laras?”
“Looks like no, don't you, Bu?”
“Iya, Sir.”
I instantly kept quiet, and looked towards where Laras was peeping at us and stared at him intently.
“Awas ya lo!” I said without a sound.
The barrel just stuck out its tongue as a sign of ridicule. And I saw him write a message for someone, not knowing who it was for.
#Riyan POV End
#Laras POV
The day I was waiting for finally came. Today Riyan and his family came to propose to me. I heard he asked my father about whether I had been asked or not, and after getting an answer from him. Riyan then glared at me and I just mocked him.
I wrote a short message to the person who has helped me get the certainty of my relationship and Riyan.
Me :
Thank you! Cousins.
Yeah, that's my cousin, Evan. I've told Evan a lot about my relationship with Riyan. And he was also the one who gave me the advice to create this scenario to trap Riyan, I didn't think it turned out to be very satisfying.
I LOVE YOU RIYAN! My future imam.
Quote by author :
Men are insensitive creatures, while women are enigmatic speakers.
If the two do not want to understand each other, then there will never be a happy meeting point between the two.
End.
