THE WOUNDED EARTH

ATTENTION BANG RONALD

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Sayup-sayup adzan magrib sound

It feels cool refreshing your heart

Tired of my body soul in the midst of problems that come and go

Slowly floating along both hands

I'm throwing it at him

"Assalamualaikum" Bani said as the door opened.

"Wa alaikum salam" I quietly while still buried my head behind a small pillow.

"Sister, it's for nyemil" on the side of a bag of crackles of various snacks.

"Love ya, you know if I want to snack" I replied while plucking a mini dodol.

"Ban, I'm staying at the mosque for a while and I want to pray first."

She just lifted one thumb of her hand towards me without taking a look from her phone screen.

That's how if again kasmaran, people around as if between there and nothing.

I had also felt what it was like to be in love even if only for a moment, and now there is only empty hope.

I don't know.I don't know where my love is going with Brother Ridwan.

Her affection that melted my heart and brought me flying happily.

But now it is crashing with uncertain expectations of its jungle.

I walked down the hallway of this great hospital towards the mushola located in the left corner.

After taking ablution, I immediately use the mukena available in this mosque to perform prayers.

After saying my greetings, I continue reading the short wirid and the closing prayer hoping that Allah SWT always gives me blessing and patience in living this life.

God's destiny we can never guess, sometimes good we think is not necessarily good before Him and bad we think could be the best in the future.

Relax, I step back into the room

take care of my mother.Without noticing the people who passed by passed me.

"Yes, baby, just a moment.

Is.deg...

My chest felt like it was beating so hard, why did I feel so familiar with that voice.

A voice that has always given me beautiful colors in my life.

I looked for the direction of his voice, though,...

I look at every man around me.

Not far from where I was standing, sat a man who seemed to be engrossed in his cell phone.

"Sister Ridwan"I muttered.

For a moment I was fixated in a sense of uncertainty.

I drag my footsteps closer to her.

"Sister Ridwan" my voice came out very slowly and weakly without being clearly heard.

There was an unstoppable feeling of happiness bursting into my heart.

"Sister, sister Ridwan" I said as I touched her shoulder from behind.

The man stood up and turned his body towards me.

I who developed a smile earlier hoped to look back at his face like before finally had to swallow bitterly in a hempas of hope.

"Whose mother is it?"surprised him.

"I'm sorry, I got the wrong guy" cut me quick.

I turned around lethargic, carrying my heart in the cloud.

"He's not Ridwan's brother, his voice is not the same" my inner voice.

So much to miss in my heart that it creates a hallucination, I thought.

I spread the view without direction, at first glance the shadow of a man walking away.Gestur body like Ridwan's brother.

Unknowingly, I ran after him.

"That's Ridwan's brother, I'm sure this time it's not hallucinating" my inner reassurance.

I chased his shadow to the parking area.

It was so fast I couldn't catch up.

I set my breath burning while circulating my gaze.

A car passed in front of me, from behind his rearview I saw the face of Ridwan.

"Sister Ridwaaan." I ran after the car.

Tin.tii...

"Hey ma'am, look around if you want to cross" shouted a man from behind the wheel.

I could only be silent without answering.

After the car that almost hit me passed, I realized the shadow of Ridwan's brother had also left.

I sat on the edge of the parking lot with my head on my knees.

Without noticeably slowly flowing tear granules on my cheeks.

It hurts to love someone....

This is so bad I miss my lover

"Yati.."my crying stopped.

I looked at who was now in front of me.

Bang Ronald smiled as he took a seat beside me.

Hurry up and wipe the tears that are still left on my cheeks.

He smiled and rubbed my cheek gently.

I was fixated on her warm attitude.

"Why should we cry, look up there.The beautiful moon-decorated and star-studded ceiling" he said.

I also set my eyes on the night sky.

"If tears are dripping it's a sign that your soul is tired, lean back." he said as he placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Why hesitate?"our eyes clashed with each other.

"I've never rested my head on any man's shoulders, I feel more comfortable on a pillow" I replied clumsily.

Bang Ronald smiled again, hugging my shoulder and resting my head on his shoulder.

I don't know why I just follow it.

After the tears of sadness just now, my heart was relieved.

Leaning on the shoulder bang Ronald gives peace in my heart.

Fear is deep in the heart.

I'm afraid to drift in this feeling with her.

Bang Ronald is always there right when I need the attention and warmth of someone I love.

I'm afraid he's hoping for further in this unclear relationship.

"Wanna eat?"his offer broke my daydream earlier.

"What's good to eat?"I said back to asking.

"Anything, just don't eat the heart" he replied.

He stood up and extended his hand to me who was still in a sitting position.

I also stood up to welcome his hand.

"Usually when we cry it must be hungry" he said in between our steps.

I blushed embarrassedly, I pinched her little arm.

"Jus wants?"ask her.

"You"my mouth.

"Ice cream?"ask her again.

"You" answered me a second time.

"Ok, if that's how we go home first?"bring him.

"Why should you go home first bang?"ask me curious.

"So my wallet left at home" he said with a laugh.

"All right! yell me.

Bang Ronald ran away while continuing to laugh.

I tried to chase him too.

I unconsciously laughed at his behavior.

The Bang Ronald that I knew was cold and stiff at work turned out to have a warm personal side.

Is this just my feeling that Ronald's attention to me is not usual.

He was very considerate and always gentle like a lover.

If true...then what about my own feelings..?

Thank you for stopping by the mother's lap, please support her always so that the mother continues her spirit of writing yes....🙏🙏🙏

Please pray also so that the mother is always healthy in struggling to gather the coan for the future of anak2,...

Always be grateful in every situation, writing along with debay who also continues to move in the stomach.