When Love Teases

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His sleep was restless last night. Even Puput repeats ablution before going to bed up to three times, when drowsiness never comes. Undeniably, Zara's words filled her head, disturbing her thoughts. Makes his heart restless. His eyes stayed awake until midnight. It was only after that third time, that he managed to get rid of the burden of the mind and ended up sleeping soundly.

As the morning approaches, Puput is already preparing to go to the Singaparna region. Suddenly the idea was sparked after dawn prayers. Where the heart and brain are clear so they can make mature decisions. Departing 20 minutes early before Rama came to pick up. I had to lie to my mother. Because he did not want his mother to be anxious and burdened with the problems that were happening to him.

An hour and a half drive, Puput arrived at the intended place. The last time I played in this area was 4 years ago. There have been many changes that have confused him. In the past, along the streets on the left and right were pesawahan, houses were still sparse. It is now crowded with rows of houses and shops. There are two fields left.

"Punten sir wants to ask, know his home Vienna is not sir?" Puput asked one of the fathers who was coffee in the stall.

"Which "vienna is it? There are two people here named Vienna."

The pupil raises both eyebrows. Baffled. His old friend's house was painted with ashes and in the yard there was a durian tree. But such a feature now does not exist. "Wina whose father is TNI AU, sir. I forgot his name." The connection was only remembered if Vienna had ever used to accredit the name of family members in photos displayed in the living room.

"Oh Vienna his son Mr. Yosef means. He's retired him. That house, Neng....."

Puput thanks. Bending the motor reverses direction because the house shown, already missed as far as 200 meters. True, the old model house does not exist. Change minimalist model house with broken white color paint. No more durian trees. Change the clothing store building that is currently open.

When he was about to ask, the corner of the eyes of the Fog caught the figure he was looking for out of the house. Walk towards the iron gate and open it wide.

"Hi, Vienna." Puput stood upright carrying his favorite full face helmet. Smiling with a calm face. In contrast to the people he touches. Surprised and shocked.

"I wasn't invited in? I came all the way from Ciamis. Want to see an old friend, who did not come last night because of stomach pain. I arrived at the cafe." Puput noticed a face that suddenly gasped and misbehaved.

"God. So surprised, so speechless me." Vienna reasons. Stretching out hands to shake hands accompanied by cipika cipiki.

"Unfortunately, you've come less on time, Put. I'm going to the store, I'm going to monitor the work of the men. This shop is mine too. But the big one there, the direction of the Singapore market." he continued with the intention in his heart to show off.

"I won't be long either." Puput stared intently with a face that remained calm. "The first goal is to look at the stomach ache last night. Second, I want to meet because it has been 4 years yes we have no communication. Surprise you know my number. And the third...." Deliberately hanging a speech to see the look of Vienna's eyes that gnawed uneasily.

"And the third one, is your relationship with Zara?!"

"What do you mean? I don't know that name either." Vienna shook its head. Turning to stare at the clock that was rising on his wrist. Code to drive out the puput subtly.

"The sooner you answer, the sooner you can leave, Vienna. Choose aja!" Puput said firmly. "How could Zara happen to meet me at that cafe. I'm sure it has something to do with you. Will you be making a reason for stomach pain?"

"I swear I don't know, Put. I really want to meet you. Got your number from a relative in Ciamis."

"Who's your relative's name?!" The puput kept pressing. His sharp gaze made Vienna even more nervous.

"Hufts. You wasted a long time, Vienna. Okay, I'm going in. Want to meet your father. Perhaps he did not know that his son had ever checked in the same om-om....." The pupil stepped swiftly over Vienna's shoulder.

"OK, Put. I told you." Vienna scuttled Puput's steps with an annoyed look. "I'm told....."

...***...

The motor returns to Ciamis. While not going to check the phone he keeps in a bag under the motorcycle seat in silent mode. It can be predicted that Rama and Via will contact him because they did not enter the office without a reason. He focused on wanting to finish the personal affairs that disturbed his mind first.

"Mount, Kang. Want to ask which house Septi is?" Although working one office, so far Puput has never played to his home Septi. Especially considering his partner was always a sentiment towards him. Armed with an address from Vienna, he ignored his lawyer riding a motorbike with a fairly long journey into the countryside and uphill roads.

"Oh the Septi.it Neng the house in blue. But this hour is not at home, anymore at work. There is also his mother with her son Septi." said the man who was making a chair daei waste wood material. Pointing the fourth row house from where it stands.

"Eh, how many Septi names are there here, Kang? The Septi I was looking for was not married." The exfoliator wants to be sure again. Don't get the wrong people.

"There's one, Neng. He's not married yet but married already, until it's dammed...."

Puput did not want to hear any longer stories. It was quite a shock to hear the story of that piece as well. Thanking him, he immediately went towards the house shown.

The purpose of the arrival of Puput down to this address, because it wants to know the house and wants to get acquainted with the parents of people who have hated it for no apparent reason. The one he always kept silent without retaliating. But this time Puput will not be silent because the actions of Septi have crossed the line. Too far into privacy. But a welcome from the homeowner who suddenly opened the door.....

"Thank God there are people. Neng...please! Anter to puskesmas please. High fever. I worry about why." A woman thought to be half a century old is struggling to hold a small child who is helplessly limp.

The hog who was shocked by the unexpected sight immediately rode on his motorbike again. After touching the forehead of the little boy whose breath was weak.

"Mom, tell me the way! I don't know, not the guy here." Shouted Escape who drove the motor while speeding. To be heard by the passengers behind him.

The little boy slept drooping on a treatment bed with an infusion needle stuck in his right hand. Face and lips paled. But Puput could read the pale-face look that much resemblance to Septi.

"Neng, thank you so much for nolongin mom. If there is no Eneng, the life of the mother's grandson may not be helped. Just now the doctor said he was lucky not to be late..."

Puput looked at the haggard face and was tired with many fine wrinkles on that forehead. "Together, Mom. How old is your mother's grandson? Is her mother not home?" Carefully pry the evidence.

"Life is 5 years. His mother Nabila works at a building materials store in the city. It's like a supermarket. If Eneng wants to pass the stadium path, well before it looks like a spacious parking lot, a building with big writing in red. RPA."

Puput mangosteen.

"Every day, the mother who took care of Nabila. Septi returned home magrib. Sometimes night, if it fits overtime. Sunday can be all day at home." Septi's mother slung him over while pulling a blanket to cover Nabila's exposed legs.

"Hmm, so Nabila's mom and dad both work together, Mom?" Puput caught the change in her mother's facial water Septi. Who busied himself tidying Nabila's hair as if he did not hear his question.

"Mom, I'm sorry to go home. May Nabila recover soon." Puput greeted Septi's mother while clenching some money. Was rejected with a head. But Puput clenched his hands while nodding small convincingly. "Hat is good, to buy porridge."

"Alhamdulillah. It's beautiful, sohy again. May the regime be replaced many times." Septi's mother hugged Puput with teary eyes. "By the way, whose name is it? So, why was it suddenly in front of my mom? Is Gusti Alloh deliberately sending good people to nolongin difficult people like me?"

For a second, the Frog thought. "I'm Kiran, Mom. I happened to want to take a break on the terrace. Want to straighten feet abis motoran, pegel."

...***...

Lunch is too late. Along the way down the village of Septi's house, his stomach was visceral. Along with Iandang adzan ashar unpretentious of each mosque. When his motorbike entered the national road, Puput chose a pasture restaurant to refuel his stomach.

Decided to continue the journey to the square. Then perform the Ashar prayer in the Great Mosque. Puput took the cell phone that was in the trunk of his seat. Selonjoran in the mosque strait while checking the contents of the flat object. Sure enough, the missed call from Rama dominates. Followed from Via and a total of hundreds of chats from personal and group.

First, Puput opened a message from the contact name that he changed again to "SP❤". Smiling read dozens of chat full of worries from his lover. Two replies were sent to Via and Rama. It ends with his phone dead when Rama makes a call.

"Sipuuut, you really want to make people worry." Via head bobbles when arriving at a concrete bench, a usual place to hang out. Nagging but also hugging his best friend's shoulder with a feeling of relief.

"Please, Bakpia. We'll be anu's partner...." The puput shifted its body with shuddering shoulders.

"Not sambelin' your shell is wearing lamb chili!" Via clenching the shoulders of the exasperated. Which is only reciprocated by the laughter of the friend.

"Hurry, Put! The complete story has a problem what, continues where all day. No one is missing. Watch out!" Via put on a fierce face. This day has felt high levels of anxiety because of thinking about the news of Puput.

"OKAY. Make sure your heart is safe, Via. And watch your sheep don't leak!" Sahut Puput gave warning first.

...***...

Rama arrived 7 minutes early. I can't wait to meet Puput. Even on the road has sent a message to get Puput ready. Expressing and talking outside the home is certainly more flexible than talking in the living room.

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?!" The pupil spontaneously groped the hijab and her face. Getting into the car does not start the engine. Rama even looked at him closely by tilting the body.

"Yes there. Wrong, why are you like a ghost. I have not been working all day. Only your face continues to haunt. You're afraid I know not." Rama pokes his chin and growls while growling.

Puput flicked a finger with a sparkling face. "Title's Empty. The God Singer 19. Don't you?" chuckling with eyes gnashing.

"The fire....." Rama opened his eyes. "Is this a quiz again?" lips pucker. Intention to create a romantic atmosphere turns amber.

Ish...I kiss you, yeah!

Rama growled in his heart. More and more anxious to see the back Puput chuckles. Her lips end with a smile. The misses of this day are treated. Can see again the behavior and what his lover is.

"Come ah way! I'm hungry already." Puput disperse the action of Rama who is still at home staring at him.

Rama arranged to sit straight ahead, installing his safety belt. "Where to eat, Neng. Aa ready to deliver and accompany to the moon." The car engine has been turned on. He still wants to fight. Though the response of the Puput is ordinary.

"Sate maranggi yes. The place is not a restaurant. But maknyus feels. Boss sir, no problem eating on the fifth leg?" Tired of a mesem smile teasing Rama.

"Why. Show me the way, neng!" Rama rubbed the top of the head of the puput before switching to operate the gear.

"Take the road with a story! Where did you go? Why didn't you say?" Rama drove the car at a speed of 40 km/h in order to enjoy the sweetness of the trip with the idol on this sunny night. He asked softly without seeming to interrogate.

"The story will be about eating. Let the heart and mind not be shrewd." The puput turns the face. Giving a soothing smile as the views collide.

"OK on." Rama remembered the song Puput guess earlier. Groping the button on playing music.

"Darling, cariin in the playlist of god's songs earlier seems to exist." Rama focused again on the straight-forward view. Concentration staring at the bustling traffic smoothly.

Puput felt his chest rustle to hear the call 'honey'. His face blushed in the dimness of the night light. His finger touched the LED screen on the title of the song 'empty'.

You're like a ghost

Keep haunting me

Wherever my body goes

You keep shadowing me

It's my fault I let you

Playing with my heart

I can't exterminate

You're from my mind

In the crowd, I still feel lonely

Thought of you yourself

You hold my heart and you write your name

You wrote your name

...***...

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