The World's Different Lover

How Tormenting

Only a moment happy, now life must change again. That is how Bayu feels. However, he who was almost desperate, could anything but accept?

In just a few years, he had already lost two very meaningful people in his life. Both of them are very dear women Bayu.

Today is Bayu's exact twenty-seven year anniversary. Julia had made rice tumpeng for her son's birthday in her workshop near the house. So that Bayu can celebrate with his friends. Coincidentally here there are still complete Bayu friends; kampleng, Koreng, and Halim.

Maybe this sounds weird. The three are inseparable though Bayu already offers them to be branch heads elsewhere - whose salary is considerably greater than just being an ordinary mechanic. They want to stay here until the apocalypse he said. Just-there's.

Kampleng and Koreng were married, not too long ago. Halim is already, his wife is pregnant. Only Bayu is still alone here.

"Would I help you find it, Yu?" Kampleng offered, "what do you want? Tell me about the spec."

"No interest," Bayu replied in response to his friend's offer, "the pain that yesterday was still felt until the crown. Broken heart makes the mind difficult, insomnia, difficulty eating."

"Don't keep thinking about it."

"If only talking is easy, Pleng. Who did the hard thing. Just imagine that your wife is now dead."

"Hush!" Kampleng covered Bayu's ears with his hands. Stupidhead!

"Wrong, Pleng. The time you covered my ears." Bayu chuckles. "Where? Just said you were panicking. Especially if your wife is dead? I guarantee you'll be rolling seven days and seven nights."

"Don't talk about dying again." Kampleng. He who is so pure with his wife will not be able to if this also happens to him. There are so many hopes that they have designed together and are being realized.

"Eh, that's Mama coming," said Bayu when he saw Julia get off a car with Koreng carrying a large look filled with tumpeng in his hand. Even not only that, there are still many others that they help lower from the trunk of the car. Some good food.

"Welcome back tofuuuun!" yulia shouted from the front when she saw the child.

"Until forgot. I'm on my birthday, huh?" kekeh Bayu's. He seemed to have pondered for too long until his birthday did not remember.

"Ishh, eat us, Wa..." Kampleng immediately approached, then presumptuously took the pieces of fried tempeh that was in the face so that everything suddenly shouted.

"Basar bash! Not even in doain already play comot!"

Kampleng doesn't care. The food had gone into his mouth and he was chewing it out. "Enak, Mum. Mother Julia is very good at cooking," she said like without sin.

"Don't believe the compliment, Mom. Crocodile mouth," Loreng said, "Lu mah, not hungry, Pleng. But it's greedy."

Julia just smiled. Women who now look fashionable than before it opens the plastic that wraps the tumpeng. "It's okay. After all, the tumpeng will be eaten as well. Come on, lead the prayer who can?"

Halim held out her hand and immediately said, "Au isa, ismiaaahiomaaniohimmm."

"It's up to you!" kampleng said, half desperate to hear Halim pray. While the others are spinning. Poor really. But really, they are not meant to insult, just feel funny with the way they talk.

Long story short, after the prayer is said, everyone is welcome to eat rice tumpeng. Not only employees, even people who happen to be serving their motorcycles there are also full.

"May's a blessing, sir, ma'am. May the more age, the more blessed his life. Happy afterlife," said one of the praying Bayu and his mother.

"Yes, sir. aamiin, thank you for the prayer" Bayu replied.

"Good birthday, Yu. I don't have any special prayers unless you are quickly given a soul mate again," said Loreng hugging Bayu's body.

"Thank you Bro."

Even with the others. They pray for their friends and friends in turn. No exception Julia who prayed for him as a mother who always hoped for the success of her son's life. Both in terms of property, goodness, the afterlife and for sure.

"There is nothing I can say to my friends but thanks, for all your good prayers. Please enjoy the dishes available," said Bayu simply.

The shop looks crowded. Everyone cheers to enjoy their life here. But I don't know why... Bayu still feels lonely by himself.

Really.this feeling is so torturous.

***

"It's okay. It feels lonely."

"The signs are mah."

"What signs?" ask Bayu immediately.

"Signs you want to be mentally ill," he chirped make Bayu wrath to plash his head repeatedly.

"Absolutely, you're mentally ill! Djantjuks!"

Plaque! the plaque! Plaque!

Bayu continued to beat him until his heart was satisfied. Even until the man repeatedly complained to ask for mercy on him.

"You've been so persistent" Kampleng replied after a while. But the next second, he suddenly remained silent. He kind of sharpened his ears to listen to something.

"What's up, Pleng?"

"I heard the gamelan, Yu," he replied.

"Well, that's normal. The village next door likes to practice."

"But it doesn't seem like an exercise." Kampleng felt the square was better and more hearable than usual. Yeah, it doesn't seem like a rehearsal, but it's a real event.

"Have you let it be why?" Bayu did not bother with what happened there. Is he thinking?

"Watch on, Yu."

Bayu glanced at sebal. "Don't tell me you asked for company, yeah. I don't want to!" Bayu refused before Kampleng asked for it. He was very lazy to see his friend. I already have a wife, but I still have it. Bayu understand, surely there will be many beautiful girls who can spoil his eyes.

Kampleng who was smoking immediately turned off the fire. The guitar he was playing was not playing. If this is the case, Bayu becomes suspicious.

Unreal. At the time of his carelessness, his bastard friend pulled him onto his motorbike. "Let's go!"

"No, you jerkkk!" Bayu with all his might rebelled. But this time he lost because he felt the power of Kampleng was greater than his strength. "Basic jerkkk!" cursing annoyed and beating his head as usual. It was fortunate that Kampleng's head shell was strong. If not, it must have been a concussion.

"We're nontoooon, Broooo!" yang Kampleng was so satisfied because he managed to raise Bayu on his bike. The motor also drove at high speed and made the ears break down the people around him because of the sound of his familiar pot so noisy.

But Kampleng just wants the best. He wanted to entertain his friend. Really he was tired of seeing Bayu moody continue after his wife died. It was as if he was the one who suffered the most in the world. There is a lot of happiness waiting for him out there. Stupidhead!

"Based on a madman! Crazy fellow!" Bayu scolded her and cursed her with foul language. Indeed, this Kampleng naughty is second to none.

Not long after, they arrived at the location. True, there is indeed a langen sari art stage. There were so many people watching that the streets were full of parked motorcycles. They were also confused to find a place to park the motorbike.

At first, Bayu did not want to come here. Even now, he is still cursing his friend. Young, watch this, he said. Missed time once.

"The young man should have gone to the discotheque! There the girls are all young. Pretty anyway. Not even here watching the mums buntelan rocking on stage!" haphazardly Bayu said so. However, before he saw someone he knew on stage.

A beautiful woman who was showing her sweet smile and meandering displays the perfection of the body she has. Bayu will never forget that figure.

Degs....

Look at them accidentally meeting each other for a few seconds. Surprisingly, he seemed to not recognize her anymore.

Has their separation made her forget everything? But why not Bayu?

Even the pounding of his heart at this time sounded crazy even if he only saw it from a distance.

Who the hell is he? Is that true....

Seriate