Trapped in the Love of the Past

Trapped in the Love of the Past

Eps. 79

"Darling, you're sleepy."

"Yes, Mas. I'm not strong anymore, want to rejuvenate the taste."

"Well, if you sleep, baby. Do what is detained. Later you even dizzy."

"But are you okay, Mom, if I stay asleep?"

"Not what, baby. You go to bed, when I wake you up."

"Yes, Mas. You don't speed, yeah."

"Yes, honey. I understand, really."

I will not answer any more of Rohman's words. These eyes are really no longer able to survive. Eventually, the eyes begin to close on their own. I was stuck all the way.

I felt someone shaking my body. Until I woke up from my sleep. My eyes were still a little faint faint yet could see clearly because it was still in a half-conscious influence.

I rubbed my eyes, so I could see that someone was looking at me with a smile. A handsome face, a sweet smile with dimples made me excited to wake up.

"You woke me up, Mas?"

"Yes sorry, honey. We've reached the hotel. So I woke you up."

"Till in, Mas."

"Yes, baby."

"Yes, let's go down, Mom. Ask you to bring me the bag I brought, Mas."

"Yes, baby I brought you."

We both went into the room, and booked a room for an overnight break. After Mas Rohman had finished registering, we were escorted by the hotel staff to go to the room.

The room is very luxurious for me. I'm so happy it feels. Although I was disappointed with my husband, it all paid off when we got to this hotel.

"Where, honey? Do you like the room?"

"Yes, Mas. I really like. This is a really nice room, fancy again."

"Yes, honey. Whatever I'm gonna do to make you happy, baby."

"I love you so much. I don't want to lose you, baby. I beg you, whatever happens please don't leave me."

"Do you say that, ma'am?"

"I'm just saying my heart, baby. Because I feel like one day you will leave me. I don't know when I don't know."

"Gosh, Mas. How are you, anyway."

"That's it, baby. Don't talk about it anymore, let's come here for fun. Let's forget what we already have."

"Yes, honey. I'm sorry."

"Yes already, Mas. Mumpung not yet late, we walk to Maliobor yuk. I really miss going there."

"Udah malem, baby. We're not going there tomorrow morning."

"Kan deket, my. The atmosphere is good in Malem."

"Oh yeah, make you love what you don't. I'll do it, if you're happy."

"False, Mas. I embraced the body of Mas Rohman. I don't know why I feel so happy. Even if I only go to London one day, I am very happy.

I walked along Malioboro. See see batik batik very good on display oara seller. I stopped by the clothing store. Choose clothes that I might like later.

And finally I took some batik negligee. It only costs twenty thousand. Very cheap, no. I'm so sorry about Mas Rohman. He also chose to choose color pants and batik clothes.

And after we were satisfied to choose, we brought the groceries to the cashier table. Again, Rohman paid for all the groceries. He smiled at me.

"Non, you're my wife. I have to fulfill what you need. As long as it's all I can afford, it's fine with me."

I smiled at him. Yes, I am indeed Mas Rohman's wife. But I can't be like this either. I'm just afraid that Rohman will run out of money. Because I know, he also needs money to hold her. He also has needs that may have to be purchased.

After that, the two of us went back to walking along Malioboro. Looking at the various foods on display, I would love to buy them. But Rohman prevented me. He'll buy it at the center by all of you. Made freshly.

I just follow what Mas Rohman said. Perhaps it is better to buy by the center by by. Because it is made fresh and still warm.

My ears faintly heard the sound of angklung music. I kept going to find the source of the sound. Until the angklung sound is increasingly heard clearly. And I also arrived at an angklung music show.

There are several young angklung performers and three female dancers. I noticed one of the angklung players. I didn't forget who he was.

Faqih Prasetyo, an angklung music oemain who comes from Temanggung. We used to know each other through social media accounts. We exchanged cell phone numbers and sent messages frequently. In fact, not infrequently we also often make vidio call.

It was great to see him in person. At first, I liked to see Faqih on youtube. Because I was so amazed, I tried to find out about him by sending comments on youtube. And be informed of their social media accounts.

I sent a friend, and it was finally confirmed. I always like her posts, always watch her while she is live playing angklung. And in the end we sent each other messages via messenger and finally culminated into whatsap.

But it's all over. Because of her busyness which may be due to many jobs, we so send each other news. Hanta can see him on youtube. I also sent him a message, but he did not reply.

And at that moment, I stopped to call her again. But until now I still keep his whatsap number. But I never saw the story again. Maybe my number has been erased.

Never mind, I no longer need to remember what I already have. I could see him playing angklung in front of me I was so happy. I smiled at my own smile.

Her face is sweet, with characteristic tufted hair. I don't know what I like about her so much that I admire Faqih. Until I didn't realize Faqih was looking at me.

We look at each other. He looked at me in great astonishment. I want to smile and wave my hand at him. But considering that he had not responded to me when I sent the message, my intention was to undo it.

But he kept staring at me. Until he finally smiled at me. When the music finished, he waved, but I was reluctant to reply. Fearing to be mistaken, it turns out that he is smiling and waving at others.

I looked to Kana and to the left. But Faqih's view still leads to me. That's a sign he's responding to me. And so do I. I also returned Faqih's smile by waving my hands. I wanted to go to her, but I realized that I was with my husband. Only able to stand looking at him with a certain distance.