While the Script is Drawn

Mosaic 13 - The Smiling On The Terrace

Sounded a simultaneous voice.

"Assalamualaik."Rise from watching TV. On the porch of the house, a group of people in the uniform of an alma mater of a university were standing. They consist of five beautiful girls, very sweet. They all wear black.

"Waalaikumsalam," I replied as I headed for the door. When I saw those sweet smiles on the porch, I felt clumsy. I just realized I was wearing a sarong. My pride clothes when relaxing at home.

"Is this Haji Hartono's house?" ask one of them. She smiles. So graceful. For a moment I fluttered where I stood. The girl's face is round, baby face. His eyes are narrow with long lashes. Her lips are thin and red. Semerah. It's sweet, really.

"Hello Mas?"

I'm sober. My red cheeks held in shame. The baby face girl was still smiling. Making my lungs goofy.

"Yes, this is Haji Hartono's house. What's up, Ma'am?" my many.

"We are from Unisnu (University of Nahdlotul Ulama'), Mas. Yesterday he spoke with Mr. Hartono for KKN in this village. Some of us were placed in people's homes. Coincidentally the five of us were placed in his house," the baby face girl was clearly still with a fluffy smile.

"Oooo," I'm O-long. Very clever, you chose. Beautiful girls smiling on the porch of this house will stay at my house. You forget what if he has a single joko who is still single at the age of approaching to deserve to marry. What if I'm just flirting with them try?

"Please enter. His father is in the garden. At most, go home" I said, inviting my beautiful guests.

"Thank you, Mom" they said. So they sat on the couch. I offered to make myself a drink.

"What drinkers, Mothers?"

"Not bother, Mom," said the baby face. He was the most vocal. Maybe he's the chairman.

"Not bothered. I'll have a drink for a while," I said as decently as possible.

"Not bother, Mom. Really."

I just smiled as I went into the kitchen. Dad is going to the garden. I'm having a routine study at the musala. I'm automatically home alone. I'm not just a child. It's just, my brothers are all married and have their own home. This house is only inhabited by Father, Mother and I. So it looks so lonely.

In the kitchen, I took a teapot and then I got hot water from the dispenser. I also have hanging tea. While waiting for the tea to spread throughout the volume of water, I called my father.

"Assynolajet. Here, sir there are guests, children of KKN from Unisnu. Yes, I let you sit down. Ja. Assalamualaikum." Clik.

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Since Mas Purnomo and Mbak Erna have their own house, automatically their two rooms are empty. Those KKN girls occupied those empty rooms. Three girls in Mas Purnono's former room, a baby face girl and one friend occupy Erna's former room.

I know the name of that cute-faced girl. Nadia. He plays the role of leader in his group. His smile was what always made me look up. Ever since seeing his first smile on the porch, I've always thought the same.

Nadia and the other KKN girls have a busy schedule. Usually at eight in the morning they are gone. Then I'll be home at four in the afternoon. Magrib they left again. Nine nights back. I also mafhum because I had experienced it when KKN in a remote village in the city of Tegal.

The village where I live is not an elite village, but it is also not an outdated village. My village's children have also studied in the city or out of town. Maybe often this village is made the place of KKN because it is located far from the city center. To reach it, you must pass through a dense forest of sono trees (Angsono/sonokembang: Pterocarpus indicus), rice fields that spread green royo-royo if the rainy season and gravel roads that if passed by the car feel there are sweet waves.

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"Gus, wake up." My voice came from behind my bedroom door. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Vaporise.

Today is Sunday. I who work in the village hall certainly get a holiday. Because today there is no event, after washing the bike I took a nap. In half an hour, my voice woke me up.

"What's up, sir?" I said after opening the door.

"Son Nadia got word that her sister was sick. Can you get him home? He was going to ride an angkot. Father prevent. If you ride the old angkot will arrive," said the father.

In my heart I was soaring, so blessed.

Indeed, access to the village road with the city center is rather difficult. Moreover, it has been three in the afternoon, many angkot lazy narik. While the KKN children come using campus cars that automatically leave them here until the KKN time is over. Or if there is another need.

"Yes, sir," I said with a flat face so you wouldn't suspect anything.

"Yes, you're ready. He's on the couch."

I'm nodding.

Pointed in love, ulam arrived.

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"I'm sorry Mas Bagus, I'm so ngerepotin gini," said Nadia with a regretful face.

"Udah, nakpapa. What you said, this hour angkot hard. You can reach your house late," I said in a voice that I macho-machokan. Then I handed the helmet to Nadia. Then I started to stater my bike. My iron horse roared, ready to deliver the princess.

While controlling the speeding motor, I ventured to start small conversations just a small talk. Don't want me to let a girl as sweet as Nadia get saturated during the trip. I asked him whatever I wanted to know about him. He, though he was not really talking because he was worried about his brother's condition in the hospital, responded well to me.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" jokingly I asked. I really want to know. Who knows if there are still vacancies. Hehe.

However, in this section Nadia did not immediately answer. There is a long pause that makes me feel bad if it turns out I offended in his most personal realm. Maybe the question 'who's your boyfriend?' to me it's normal but to him, it's not. To me, that question is more natural than the question 'when to marry?'. I want to drink coffee (coffee ala Jesicca) for those who ask me that.

"If it's not good he answered, don't answer, Nad," I said among the wind while passing the sono trees.

"No, Dad. I just don't understand my relationship with him can still be called a girlfriend or not" said Nadia. From the way he talks, I'm starting to understand that he doesn't want to talk about this.

"It's cold."

He nodded with a smile. Of course I can see his smile from the rearview mirror. What a sweet smile. But his smile this time is not as sweet as the smile I first saw on the porch of the house. There was a bittersweet story in his smile this time.

Finally the trip we took for almost two hours. Till. The house of Nadia is magnificent with a spacious garden. Nadia invited me in. I said, I'll just go home. He sulked so I could stop for a bit just to drink coffee. Not feeling good, I did.

At home there was only a middle-aged female servant. He brought me well. He brought coffee and some snacks. While papa-mama Nadia is in the hospital accompanying her sister.

"Are I anterin to the hospital, Nad?".

"No need to Mas. I have already taken you very hard. Later you come home and even I'm not good."

Nadia shakes. I relented. After drinking and eating enough, I begged myself to go home. Nadia said thank you a few times. My heart is getting worse. She is not only sweet, but she is also kind. It is very suitable to be made a wife.

I came home with a happy heart. Wishing me, may Nadia quickly return to my house to continue her KKN. That means every day I can see her smile. But there is one thing that fills my heart with joy. About the question of who your girlfriend is. The answer still hangs. My heart also hangs.

The next few days I sleep poorly. Hanging my heart, floating my race. Towered a beautiful smile that I saw on the porch of the house. Duh, Nadia, this time you haunt me second by second.

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"Mas, it's only natural that girls ask for a certainty with the same guy?" nadia confided one day in a cool afternoon when I was again feeding her mother's chickens in the back of the house.

Ahem, at this stage Nadia and I are indeed closer. Ever since he came back from his house he somehow tried to steal time for just my nyamperin. I did the same thing. Looks like we have a connection. I don't know just how I feel (ngarep).

"Very natural. Why, Nad?"

He looked down as if he were weighing the words he wanted to say.

"Cowokku, Mom. I don't know if he is serious or not. When I asked if our relationship wanted to be taken seriously? it seems to avoid. I'm not sure about him, Mom."

I'm silent for a moment. "If you're not sure why it's going on?"

"Much consideration, Mommy. Our old relationship. The family that is close. It can't just be decided."

"Aren't you in love?" this question just slides.

To hear that answer, I waited a long time. Nadia with a restless face finally replied. "Come, Mas. Now I don't know. All different. Not like it yet."

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Now I have a new job: glaring at HP. No, not at all see anything 'anu' on banned sites. Not at all!

I diligently glared at HP because I waited for the continuation of Nadia's curse.

Yep, now my relationship with Nadia is very close even to the stage she began to openly tell her the problem (curhat). From the experiences that have occurred, it is likely that women will want to confide in a man because he is comfortable. Moreover, his comments about his complicated relationship with his girlfriend. If according to Ftv stories, usually the end of this phenomenon is the breakup of the relationship of the woman and turn to love her boyfriend confide in her. (Haha, I laughed wickedly. I'm sorry)

"Thank you, Good Mas already want to be a listener to my babbling. I sleep first, Mas. is so sleepy. Good nigth, Mas," Nadia said in her BBM message.

Smile I read it. It's like ABG. Whereas, Nadia and I are now in one roof of the house but it's like people are LDR-an alone. "Nigth to, Nad. Nice dream." I typed it while smiling.

The day changed, KKN Nadia was over. It feels sad to be parting with him. And like the KKN ritual in general, the children of Unishnu held a farewell event. For that sake Mother happily cut her two chickens, even though the KKN children want to buy all the food ingredients themselves (not want to trouble us). Then eat us at home. KKN children give gifts to Father and Mother. Especially for me, Nadia gave something secretly.

A book titled : Broken Wings (Puice Society) by Nadia Asmiranda.

I just found out that Nadia's a writer. He never told me this whole time. When I read his book when he was away from my place, I found poetic words pushy. One of the things I like the most: what is the meaning of having, if we ourselves are not ours? *

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I am not a fool who does not want to fight. It's just, don't want me to be a self-informed man. When I told my best friend about how I felt, this is how he said. "Stupid lo, Nyet (Monkey). You should try harder let him turn away from his guy. The girl in that state of her heart was like a boat in a storm. Oscillate! Your friends how to take her heart".

Hearing those ugly words from people who had fought together overseas while being a student, I just sighed and conveyed my reasons.

"I don't want to kayak him, Gor (Gorilla)," I said, recalling the past.

"As far as you dah. If so, single trus lo, Nyet. Don't you want to follow me, Nyet? Have a nice bini you know," said Gorilla across the street. We communicate through the Whats Up application. Gorilla lives in Jogjakarta with his wife. They already have a five-year-old.

After chatting with Gorilla, I remembered the past. The past is what makes the reason why I am not as aggressive as other men if I have found a woman who fits in the heart. Of course I mean the woman who fits in the heart already has a boyfriend.

When I was in college, I had a boyfriend. Our relationship was smooth even for two years. Then small conflicts started to occur. Break up our relationship. Then connect again. Breakup again. Connect again. Then the climax was completely broken. A week later I heard she was holding a new boyfriend. And his new girlfriend was one of my closest friends. I even considered him a close friend.

Secretly they are intensely communicating. The friend I thought was the one who was cornering me from behind. I really didn't think. Ftv really, right?

If Nadia still has a boyfriend let her finish her business first. I don't want to be the third person to ruin a relationship. Because I've experienced it before. It hurts so much. Then it's not good if I do such a bad thing, hurting someone else's heart.

If Nadia's business is done with her boyfriend, I will fight for her heart.

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One cool afternoon while feeding my mother's chicken (now a ritual in the afternoon) My HP rang. There's a phone coming in. From Nadia. I lifted.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas," said Nadia. Her voice raspy.

"Girlpool, Nad"

"Disturb me, Mom?"

"No. Are you sick, Nad? Your voice is as hoarse as it's crying?" manyworry.

"...."

"Hello? Nadia?"

"I broke up with Heri, Mas" said Nadia stammered at the end there.

I'm silent. I smile. Smile silently.

I broke up with Heri, one sentence is enough to explain everything. Including, it's time you fought, Good. It's time to pursue your love. Love needs a struggle. For the sweet smile you first saw on the porch, Gus.

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Finished