Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

The Changes That Tetiba

"Hi, Miss Pakistan!" Greet the sweet girl who had waved and smiled widely. He was Farah, my friend who was still blind in the morning calling me via video call. A glimpse of the guitar-shaped mini-clock, has been shown at four in the morning.

"Hey, do you know what time you're calling?" Tegurku reminded while squinting, trying to refract the cellphone light that hit the retina, so open the eyes for a moment.

It's really disturbing my sleep that just started!

Farah only chuckled with an innocent look on her face. "I can't wait for morning anymore!" The excessive force that makes this smile cramped in the eyes is still closed.

"You sound scary, as if you're secretly harboring a taste in me!"

Our laughter together sounded as the joke was thrown in my mouth. We haven't been kidding like this since he went to Jakarta a while ago.

"How are you doing there?"

Farah took a breath, then smiled. "Very good.

"Can you let me rest first? I just got some sleep, Miss Jakarta!" My murmur closed my eyes again.

"Oh, come! I missed you!"

"Miss me or my story?"

The sound of his clumsiness was still detected in these senses. He seems to understand.

"Hehe, rather, both,"

"The basis of exposure is unclear!"

"And you know very well, I don't know time!" timpal Farah, then followed by an echoing laugh.

"Unfortunately, for my channel, the broadcast time is limited, Babe. So, see you!" I cried sarcasm, then hung up the phone, before he interrupted and chatty.

The next second, my body was completely at rest. At a glance as I remembered, the shadow of the man flashed through my mind, then after that, I remembered nothing more.

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I don't know what woke me up, but it felt so hot. The fan in this room is completely malfunctioning. Maybe, the middle lights went out, whether it was a rolling blackout or whatever. My body was squirming in the blanket. It felt, really tired, even painful.

Navroy's. I don't know where he is at the moment. He hasn't even given me news in days. Moreover, my chat was never answered again. Never mind reply, not even in read.

What was? What the hell happened to him? Is he okay there? Or, did I make a mistake until he was so angry? But, what?

My brain thought about it again. That figure really makes me anxious and restless.

Where are you going, Babe? The please?

I took a deep breath, then checked my phone again. But, still, there's no change. Long enough I stared at the screen of this chat phone—as if there is a miracle—with background photo of the man. Feels claustrophobic. There is sadness I feel in this mind. But ... Again, I sighed heavily. I played my finger on the touchscreen keybord of the phone and started to send him another chat.

Keys

Afternoon, Babe. How's it going? Have a nice day, yeah. If can, please, don't so hard of workout and take care of there. 

Yeah, again. It only contained the message I sent him. For so many times that remind health and exercise workout that is done every day. At least, the little attention I gave was a sign that our relationship wasn't a forest of silence and cold, but horrible or dead relationships. Pun, stay away from him. No, I don't want our relationship to be that way.

I stared long enough at the message, and then I sent it to him.

Stupidhead! I squealed, then buried this face between my arms and the pillow with the blanket.

A subtle clink that sounded instantly made the reflex head turn and quickly check the phone.

Asumsiku's right. I even felt breathing after a moment like holding back.

Navroy

Hi. Yeah, thank. Hope you too.

That only? Yeah, that's all!

"I miss you!" my whine speaks for itself.

And for some reason, it felt like my heart was crying. Like a tightness, but it feels sore too. Then in the next second, followed by tears dripping down the cheek when I buried this face back between the blanket and my arm. I can't hold it anymore, I can't hold back these tears.

Why did he go back to the old days? Why is it so defensive? That quick?

And for the first time, this heart and eyes wept for him, and brought me to sleep exhausted.

 

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Uh, who?

"Hello? Hi!" An unfamiliar voice that I did not recognize preceded me greeted me while answering the phone. My eyebrows cringing.

"How are you?" The friendly sound in the English accent made me even more astonished. Again, I dialed the caller's number, but it's still the same.

"Who are you?" I asked with an English accent. My voice sounds hoarse.

"Are you Keysa?"

My forehead wrinkled. She recognize me? But, who?

"Yes. Wh who? Sorry, I don't know you." My heart is still in English.

His infatuation made me curious. Then, "Maybe, you don't know me, or forget me. I'm Sadeev, Navroy's friend." Obviously the Sadeev I just found out after telling and speaking is still in English.

"Sadee?" Deuteronomy, then rise from the bed and sit down.

"Yes, the guy who helped you out at Mari's Mall back then,"

"Oh, jeez! Sorry, I don't know if it's you!" My heart is smiling and not feeling well. At a glance, the sturdy figure of Arabic—Afghanistan was instantly flashed in my mind.

He chuckles again. "It's okay. Are you busy?"

This weak smile evaporated. "Not really, just waking up."

"Wow! Okay!" His law is the same with the rarity. But, as if to sound mocking.

He was silent for a moment. "You're okay, right?" Ask in a suspicious tone.

"Umm-yep! You're good." Lightly after a thud.

"Including with my friend?"

Instantly made me wail. Again, the figure about the Pakistani man managed to get into this mind gap.

"Oh, you know." My murmurs were just thrown away.

Laughter echoes. "Of course I know! Although, he's not the kind of guy who's open with his privacy, but we know,"

We were? O-oh!

"I don't think anyone knows." My timpals just came out.

"Take care of there, okay? Be nice there and don't be sad. I have to prepare for the Zumba Of Workout event later tonight. I don't think you're busy tonight. So, there's no harm in meeting him at the Mall later. Okay, see you later if you want!" Obviously, this time his speech was mixed with Indonesian, then pampit at the end of the sentence before deciding the phone. My body did not budge and just stared fixedly listening to the information from the man. Unknowingly, I bit my lips, weighing something.

Should I start again? But, if it's true, I really miss him a lot. It could be, I met him. Yeah, it might!

Scroll clock at a glance on the phone, it's dusk. The journey from here to the place is quite time consuming a few hours. I forced my body to get up and walked over to the towel that was slung on the back of the plastic chair, then prepared to clean myself up.

It didn't take long, everything was done and gone. To be honest, I don't like traveling alone. Moreover, to the Mall. It feels lazy to visit there. However, for the sake of that annoying guy, I will do it. Doesn't love keep fighting in the storm? Yes, a silly saying! But, it is true Farah said. You wouldn't understand everything, if you hadn't experienced it.

After taking public transportation, then connect the vehicle with the busway, when he got there, the twilight has set.

Quite a lot of magnificent elite Mall that stands in the middle of the sea and near this beach that is currently in front of me. I then circled this Mall, looking around for out of nowhere the event was held. Two to three times around the whole area, but I didn't find him.

Could Sadeev be pranking me? But, for what? I dismissed my negative thoughts. No way! So far it's been so good! It was impossible for him to do that, despite the kindness and kindness of his heart that valued women so much.

Without thinking, I then approached the large reception desk in the lobby. It is located not far from the main entrance south of the mall, just to the right of the escalator to the third floor and to the left of the escalator to the second floor. A man in a black suit and also a woman dressed in batik with her graceful bun smiled kindly greeting as I approached. After asking my purpose to the informant's receptionist and they confirmed Sadeev's information. Once again, I looked for the place that the receptionist had told me about. My body feels hot. Maybe I'll have a fever.

Right, he's right there! Standing among the crowd of people in groups who are compact wearing sporty costumes. Navroy wears a sleeveless singlet T-shirt to show his sturdy arms and body shape and chest field, with a blend of black shorts and sporty sneakers that match the color of his pants. He smiled broadly at his group mates while occasionally chatting. They seem to be warming up. It was nice to see him okay there. Hose not some time, instructions were heard and then zumba was started. The event was apparently held right in the middle of the Mall which is not far from the north entrance and a playground.

I looked at him with sparkling eyes that were quite far from where he was training. Sometimes he moves beautifully and jumps. Of course, many pairs of eyes were observing him. In fact, some of the girls not far from me were gossiping about my boyfriend. Navroy's exotic eyes momentarily caught the figure of me standing staring from earlier who was watching it and just threw a fleeting smile at me. Moreover, when they break the exercise for a moment. Wanted to come over and wipe away the sweat on that face, but ... no! Maybe that would embarrass him.

Ugh, Navroy, I miss you so much!

An hour .. In fact, for up to four hours, I was still waiting for him here. Sitting among the people watching. At least I want to talk to him for a while. I was deliberately waiting for him to finish, so that his training would not be interrupted.

But you know what happened? With an innocent knot smile that he threw at me from afar, he slowly flashed with his group and ignored me! Ignoring this self that had been waiting for him here for so long was like a fool sitting alone among the crowd and people passing by.

Feels sore. Wh why?

My head was immediately bowed, as the figure I loved so much stepped ever longer out of sight and turned towards the escalator to the east. Before the moving stairs brought him down with his friends, his eyes did not blink at me, staring unmoved in this dark gaze, until he disappeared from view.

And that's when, I felt, my fairy tale was over!

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