Trapped in the Love of the Past

Trapped in the Love of the Past

Eps. 80

I admired him for a long time. Just amazed there is nothing more. I like him when he plays angklung and when he smiles. It was so sweet of his face.

I wanted to ask her why she had no news all this time. But I'm afraid of Rohman. Faqih and I used to be just friends venting in cyberspace. And I also hope to have no taste for him. Just to admire.

There are so many stories about her in the past. He admitted that he was a bad boy. Likes drunkenness, likes to enter the world of entertainment, even never did something he should not do. Sleeping with his girlfriend.

He told in detail how his past was not very good. He admitted at this time he still likes drunkenness. But not as bad as before.

Now he is a little conscious. He focused on working for his mother. Because her parents are separated and she's with her mother. If he is not in a job playing angklung, he chooses to garden. Because he has a large land and is used to grow vegetables.

I salute him very much. That's one of the things that amazed me. He used to say that he would stop by my place if there was a vegetable delivery near my area.

I can't say what Faqih said. I wish he'd stop by if there was time. But from time to time he just disappeared. But yeah, maybe there's something that keeps him from contacting me.

And I also wish he would still be friends with me. I miss what it feels like to have Vidio call with him. Karen joked with him over the phone. Even Faqih used to joke that he would marry me. I still remember very well what he said. But that's just a joke.

I ventured to ask permission with Mas Rohman to meet Faqih. I just want to shake hands and ask you how. I hope Mas Rohman is not angry and gives me permission.

"Mas."

"Yes, why baby?"

"You're angry, don't suppose I am a guy who plays angklung?"

"What do you want to do with her nyamperin?"

"Yes just want to talk, just ask the news. I haven't talked to him in a long time."

"Oh, you know him?"

"Yes, just know. He's Faqih, my old friend."

"Yes, there if you want to be samperin. I sit in the same, yeah. When you're done, you go right there, baby."

"Yes, Mum."

Having obtained permission from Mas Roman, I hurried to walk toward Faqih. I smiled at him and reached out to shake hands. The sound of Tan Faqih's other friends seemed to tease her. I'm not gonna dispute that. Maybe they are just idiots.

"Hi, Faqih. You how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good. How are you?"

"Alhamdulillah I'm fine too."

"Thank God then."

"Ehm, is your stomach a little big?"

"Yes, I'm four months pregnant."

"Pregnant? Then you're married?"

"Yes, I'm married."

"Well, what a pity. I'm less likely to propose to you."

Again he teased me. I laughed at his words. After all, with Faqih, he also seemed to be laughing. I haven't seen his laughter in a long time. I miss a time like this. He laughed when he was comforting me.

"Oh yeah, where have you been? There's been no news for a long time."

"Even I used to send you a message, but not bales. Is it possible that my number has been removed?"

"Not that, my phone used to fall right again riding the same bike temen."

"Trus was crushed by the car, destroyed. I haven't held my phone for a long time."

"Now I've bought a new phone, but my number's gone all the way."

"Sorry, yeah."

"Oh, that. It's okay."

"That was your husband?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Lumayan. Dashing, handsome."

"Also handsome is a bonus. What matters is the responsibility."

"Yes, you are too."

"Oh yeah, when do I play at my house. Same temen temen you can too, really. I live in Semarang."

"Can you really play there? Will your husband be angry, don't you think?"

"No, as long as there's my husband. It won't be a problem. Temanggung to Semarang is not far away."

"Yes, when if there's a certain time I play there."

"Yes, I'll wait."

"Yes, inshaAllah."

"Yes, I went there first to nyamperin my husband."

"Yes, heart of heart."

"Yes, let's all."

Friend Faqih compactly replied with a smile. Thank God I was relieved and happy to be able to talk directly to Faqih. Turns out he was cool, too. I like to joke, just like I used to.

I finally understood why he disappeared and did not reply to my chat. Turns out his phone was broken. And now the number he had in contact with is gone because he changed his phone. I'll take the initiative to send a message through the messenger later if I don't forget. Just wanted to ask for her phone number. Because I wanted to ask, but I was ashamed of my friend.

I walked away from those angklung players. Sometimes I still look back to see Faqih who turns out she also saw me. I smiled and waved my hand. He also returned my smile with a wave of his hand as well.

I approached Mas Rohman who was sitting while playing a cell phone. He seems to be opening a social media account. I did not intentionally say hello to him first. I just want to know what he's doing that's really focused on his phone.

I have long stood behind him. But there was no suspicious sign of him. Rohman just saw the veranda.

I patted her on the shoulder and called her name. He was a little surprised by my arrival. I have stood behind him for a long time. Only Rohman was unaware.

"Mas."

"Eh, baby. I'm surprised you've arrived."

"I've been standing here since, Mom."

"It's true, baby."

"Yes, I deliberately want to know who you are chatting with. You're serious, Mom."

"I don't have the same skills as who, baby. Just open a social media account. Because it hasn't been open for a long time."

"Well, I know what's behind me you do." Rohman looked at me with a frown. Maybe he was surprised by my words.

"If you don't believe me, you just bring me my phone, baby. Let you believe me, I'm not playing behind the back like you're accusing."

Mas Rohman spoke casually in a subtle tone and was not angry at all. I felt guilty for talking like that. Even if I notice the way he talks, he really does speak for what he is. But hopefully there's nothing.