The Woman I Stained

Nailist

The journey from Jakarta to Wonogiri was very tiring. Me and Mr. Wato sat alternately behind the wheel. I guess after arriving in Wonogiri city, our destination will not be long. But it still takes about an hour to arrive in the village of Pak Wato. The road was flawless smooth, but the twists really made my stomach a little nauseous. It may also be due to the effects of an empty stomach as well. Because since before departure, my appetite is completely lost considering that I will soon meet Nailis.

Oh my God .. What should I say when I meet him?

At about five in the afternoon we arrived at Mr. Wato's house. House in the form of a limasan with white paint. It's just that the house looks deserted and all the doors are sealed shut. There is a white matic motorcycle parked with a large green thermos on the back seat.

"Let's sit down please." The curly-haired man invited us to sit in the bamboo chair in the house. But we prefer to take off the fatigue by berselonjor on the floor of the white ceramic. Adem once hadawa in the village .. but unfortunately I can not enjoy it ...

"I'll call Nailis soon." Mr. Wato reached into his pants pocket and started contacting his daughter.

"Naii! Nailis!"Just when a worn-out Chevrolet car was passing by on the road in front of the house. Mr. Wato lowered his old-fashioned phone that was originally perched right in his ear hole. His hand waved at the driver of the pick-up car and ran over to the old brown car that was transporting the mountainous rice harvest in the open back.

Just a glance at the net we stared at each other but my heart was pounding unbecoming. The young girl sitting behind the wheel with the black mask, right Nailiskah?

"Let's go in. .. must be tired, out of the long way." Mr. Wato came back half running to open the door of his house.

"That was Nailis, To?" ask dad. They are used to calling names. Understand old friends, so there are no restrictions like the employer and driver.

"Yes. Again harvest first. Pretty season like this is rame, make a plus buy rice. I don't have a rice field." Mr. Wato chuckled as he turned on the lights and helped us put in the belongings as well as souvenirs for his family.

"Don't you say Nailis works at the factory?" ask dad again.

"Yeah what he is, Us. Yes working in a factory, selling ice candles, oyster mushrooms business. Sometimes carrying rice crops if it is again the season, whatever is done understandably needs a lot." This time, Mr. Wato's expression looked different. Even at a glance he glanced at me amid his busy life carrying a large flask that he escaped from his daughter's motorcycle seat. My feelings are getting less and less, my feeling of saying something will happen in a moment.

"Lha has her husband, right, To. What does her husband work for? Didn't he say his career was good in Jakarta?" This time my mother asked. While this mouth does not have the guts to just make a sound or make small talk.

"They've been divorced for a long time" replied Mr. Wato with a sad expression. It's very different from when he usually tells about Nailis.

"Lho's? When's? How come you never told me the same?" I don't seem to believe it. My mother, and I, of course. Given, it has become a habit of Mr. Wato to tell anything about his favorite daughter.

"Over the story, you'll know."

My feeling was really agitated to see the movements of Mr. Wato who I thought was strange, not as usual, cheerful and full of laughter if it had gathered like this.

***

I decided to take my first bath, the cold was starting to feel. But the stickiness in the body cannot be ignored. Besides, I need to prepare my heart to meet Nailis. Hearing her marriage run aground and her struggle to meet the needs of life increasingly make themselves dominated by feelings of guilt. My feelings say it all because of what I do. I convinced myself that I had to take responsibility, no matter what. One thing is for sure I want to confess my sins, apologize to him. After that I was ready to accept the consequences, whatever it was. I can't live with this guilt-filled feeling. I have to accept the punishment, including if my parents ask me to marry a woman I don't even know her face and I don't love. About Amaya .. I think about it later.

"Mandala, say hello to Nailis." My voice made my body that had just returned from the bathroom suddenly freeze. But my eyes were reflexively looking for the whereabouts of the girl I meant.

Don't ask me about my heart this time? It felt like I was just running a marathon when my footsteps approached him even though with a slow step.

"Hi." This throat felt choked when the face looked up and let our neutrals stare without any significant distance. I swallowed the saliva with great difficulty when I realized one thing. Nailist? Nailis who used to be in my shadow is Pak Wato in the female version. The shadow was gone and replaced with admiration that I could not cover. I was blown away by the girl who only nodded weakly in return for my greeting.

"How are you?" I extend my hand with this netra not separated from his face. He welcomed my brief hand. Really short. It felt like coming into contact with the wind. After that, it was like trying to avoid me. I don't know why this heart hurts. It should be natural, after what I did to her.

"Mom knows Nailis is beautiful .. but don't have to drool at times either," my mother quipped on target.

"What the hell, Bu." Clunky. But how else. Does this bastard admire him? Nailis really hates me.

***

I'm sober. Nailis purposely avoided me, even he did not let my eyes contact directly with the eyes of this bill. I can only smile, laugh at my cowardly soul. Why have you been quiet all this time, Nailis? Why don't you report me to the police or to my parents? Demanding my compensation or liability? Why has he been quiet all this time?

"Your son where is Nai?" Mother's question represented my curiosity that I had been keeping. Once a coward of me, my guts have been disappearing ever since Nailis' presence.

"In the near future they will go home" said Mr. Wato. Again with his mysterious smile. Those who were meant were his wife and granddaughter.

I turned my eyes to Nailis. The girl looked down in agitation .. but why?

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