Trapped in the Love of the Young Master

25. Memories and Hope

Prabu opened the door of the apartment, and entered with slow steps. For a moment, he stood in the middle of a neatly arranged room, like the last time he came here. Intentionally all were left unshifted from its original place, and it only paid people to clean up the dust, without moving anything.

Setting foot in this room, Prabu was thrown into the past few years ago. When he feels enough with everything in his grasp. The grandmother who fully supports every job, as well as the woman who welcomes and loves him never runs out.

Two very meaningful women, in every phase of her life at that time. Make him feel loved, expected, and so a shelter at a time. The thing that makes any man feel meaningful, and eager to live life.

A look around, with a look that means nothing. Just make sure nothing changes, or look for a warm trail in every corner of the room. Typical order of a woman who is familiar with the decoration of the room. The figure of a dream wife and mother that every man wants.

The apartment unit located on the twenty floor of the Sudirman area is owned by Lusi. The studio-type room, which became a gift from him, for the beloved woman. Women who tie promises will always accompany, but suddenly disappear like swallowed by the earth. Until Prabu no longer knows, where to look to find the mooring of the heart.

Satisfied to explore the entire room, Prabu stepped into the room. The gray curtain with a pink flower motif was still half-brushed, like the last moment. The combination of colors that Lusi really likes, which dominates almost the entire room.

At night, Lusi does not always leave the curtain open. Thick fabric that becomes a barrier between the glass wall and the balcony. He said he liked the stars very much, because it can relieve the mind that is chaotic.

Prabu headed to the bed, and sat in one of the corners. The place where he used to combine love was still the same, soft and tender. In the past, in that place he and Lusi spent many nights. Tell any story, sometimes while working, or spend the night to worship each other.

A place that is always warm, whenever he comes to visit the lover of the heart. Now, however, that room, that bed .. only the void was visible to the extent where he was trying to remember. Lusi, like he's dead and will never come back.

If previously Prabu came to collect memory stanzas or simply reminisce longings, then this time is different. It deliberately comes in the midst of busyness, just to express the contents of the heart. He realized that Lucia did not hear what he was going to say.

“My feelings for you remain the same. But recently, I've been thinking a lot. Looking for you all this time had no results, and I decided to give up. Not because I was tired, but because my heart was already on me. Like you came, and made me fall in love.” Prabu said quietly, breaking the silence. His voice echoes lightly in an empty, uninhabited room.

“Today I'm still looking for you, Lusi. But maybe I won't do it again tomorrow. If you still remember me and try to come back, then I will just wait. Either your arrival brings the same taste, or the taste in my heart I have given to others.”

At the end of his sentence, Prabu got up. The closure of the curtain that for two years was scattered, until the room with shades of gray left dimly lit from the light of the lamp.

“Go home if you remember me. And when you come, hopefully nothing will change between us. Either because of the thinning taste, or late.”

**

“Bari to terminal, Sir. I just got a place on the bus. Maybe soon the road, because it looks like passengers are also full.” Tiara answered Prabu's call. Like the previous promise, the man actually contacted her once every two hours.

“Oh, yes, Sir. Later, in my village the signal is not so good. So, do not be angry if for example the call is not connected.” Tiara said timidly. Imagining Prabu would prove a speech that would punish him last night to somehow thump as well.

He even said that when the employer asked him to take three seats while on the bus. Although initially refused, because it was excessive. However, now he understood, if the sentence Prabu that night had a point.

“Why should I take three seats, Sir? Is that expensive?” Tiara protested.

“Why? Is the bonus I gave you not enough to pay for it?”

“It is not so, Sir. But, what do you do? It's a pity that there might be other passengers who can't take that bus, just because I booked too many places!” Tiara. His lips are still frowning.

“Let them take another bus, and it's none of your business!” Prabu stared intently, not wanting to be denied.

“But why? Why don't you guys ask me to charter one bus?”

“Listen, Tiara!”

Prabu shifted his seat, then raised the blanket to cover Tiara's pajama-clad body. Meanwhile, the woman's hair was still wet and wrapped in a towel, because the action forced Tiara to take a shower almost midnight.

“By ordering three seats, you can sleep comfortably during the trip. You're not so healthy lately. Don't get you sick, and your mother thought I was torturing you all this time!”

“Do not argue! I just want you to rest well! Or, I won't allow you to pulan. You want that to happen?”

“Why threaten me like that, while all the servants can go? So you said you loved me? But, choose love!"

"That's because I love you! You should be able to rest well and enough during this vacation!"

"Master always talks about rest! But look, it's almost midnight and Sir is still in my room!”

“Tonight I'll sleep here.”

Tiara. “How can Master sleep here? How about later—“

“Already. Go sleep! Tomorrow you have to wake up early, right?”

Prabu lowered the pillow, then turned off the lights. No matter, even though Tiara still filed protests many times.

"It's an occupation, sir! You can't just sleep here!"

Prabu turned around, and with one swift movement he confined Tiara in his power. Lock the woman's movements, until it doesn't wart underneath.

"Do you want to know what real colonialism looks like, ma'am? Shall I show you?" Prabu further lowered his face, making the shoots of their noses meet.

The desire of the heart wants to be lulled, but Tiara dispels the lover. "T-sir, shouldn't I rest? I don't want to shower anymore, and I ...." Tiara paused the sentence, feeling both her cheeks warm up.

"Why, hm?" Prabu doesn't pull faces at all.

"I'm still very tired, sir. That one is still .. ah, I mean .. I can sleep now, right? If you want to sleep here, fine. But promise, really sleep."

Prabu kissed her lover's lips once again. Just a light peck, without demanding at all. Makes Tiara flattered, and feel appreciated.

Recalling all that, Tiara smiled knotfully. Prabu was right, by ordering three chairs, he could lie down comfortably. Lying down with a backpack pillow filled with clothes, he stared at the ceiling of the bus while clutching his chest. Feeling the love that trapped him in the wrong vortex of love. Wrong, because everything happened before its time. Wrong because he was happy, and enjoyed every togetherness with the master who was so sweet.

However, still a form of doubt is present in the mind. Will Sundari give you blessing? Remember, all control is in the woman's hands.

Then, will his relationship with Prabu end as he hoped? Or will he just be Cinderella one night, hurt and dumped?

Tiara let out a slow sigh, then stared at the screen of her phone. On the surface of the five-inch screen, there is a photo as he kissed the cheek of the idol. At first glance, between him and Prabu like a pair of lovers who are very happy in the photo. However, at the same time there was a very heavy burden that he had to bear.

‘Let me so up. Careful. Take care of yourself, for me.’

A message that came in was like cold water flushing Tiara's heart. Let out coolness in the midst of a whack of doubt. It had only been a few hours apart, but the longing in his heart for the master had spilled over. Uncontrollable, filled all corners of the heart.

“Is this true, Sir? Is this really the path we take?” sighs slowly. Then, he felt the bus start walking towards his hometown. The place where he will meet those whom he longs for.

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