While the Script is Drawn

Mosaic 8 - The Look of the Girl

The appearance of the face again made Thoifur flinch. The sweet girl dimpled, tanned and long-haired who was always ponytailed back shackled her head. His hand stopped on the keyboard. He stared at the laptop screen while complaining. This is the third piece of writing he failed to complete until the climax. If that face continued to interfere, his writings would always be stuck unresolved.

Thoifur decides to turn off his laptop. It's free to write with such a messed up mind. The ideas in his head are dead-end. His wild imaginations evaporated somewhere.

"Who's Milea?"

Thoifur remembered the question that Desi asked. These two weeks Thoifur has made Desi miserable. The first time to hear the name Milea, when Thoifur returned from Jogja, in order to surgical book his latest novel. At that time Thoifur so clear the story of his meeting with Milea.

"The girl loves my books. He really appreciates my writing. I'm so flattered."

Thoifur said that with a twinkle of a happy face.

Desi just laughed. Being the boyfriend of a writer who has many fans must be able to put the heart wisely.

"Don't admire you. Not your writing," Desi said in a soft tone.

"Hahaha, are you jealous?"

"You're also interested in that Milea? Ngaku ajaaaa!"

At that time they only considered Milea as a story. They can still throw jokes. Desi is not a jealous girl. But time passed, Thoifur often mention the name Milea more often than throw a fart. Desi started to piqu. His heart is getting hot. But Thoifur always dodged. Milea is just an admirer. Not more.

***

"Who's Milea?" asked Desi this morning.

Thoifur has succeeded in making Desi a jealous girl. Thoifur either consciously or unconsciously has often muttered the name Milea. In her unfinished writings, the female protagonist is always named Milea.

"Who's Milea?" reset Desi. This morning Desi accidentally came to Heru in his office. If he did not get a satisfactory answer from Thoifur, he would have to find something from Heru. Thoifur and Heru were old friends. Thoifur is usually very open with his best friend.

Heru sipped his coffee. "Milea who?"

"Don't pretend you don't know" said Desi. "Basic men!"

Heru showed a surprised face. "I only heard it once the name was called. When he came home from Jogja."

"Yes, I also heard that name after he came home from Jogja. Know who?"

"Girl admirers of his novels."

"That's all?" Desi pressing.

Heru nodded. "And the girl... Pretty."

Desi bulging.

***

Thoifur opens a photo album on his phone. He saw a picture of a girl who had been haunting his mind lately. The photo was taken while he was in Jogja during a book surgery seminar.

The introduction of that time was so good. The girl came to Thoifur to ask for a photo and an autograph.

"I really like writing, Mom. Especially the novel The Rainbow Winged Butterfly. I was so inspired by the novel" said the girl solemnly.

Thoifur was very flattered. As he looked at the figure of the girl in its entirety, in an instant he felt very interested.

"What's your name?" ask Thoifur with a smile.

"Milea" replied the girl.

"Know who I am?"

"Thoifur Adji Pamungkas."

"You know my real name?"

"Hehehe, yes."

"Hehehe. I told you something could?"

"What, Mas? Can."

"I have super powers. Can say something."

"Really, Mas?"

"Yes. Staying rem. Missing.”

"Hehe."

“Hehehe.”

The introduction happened so smoothly. The next day Milea came back to the Thoifur show. They are like old friends. They are quickly familiar. Somehow that day Thoifur wanted to invite Milea to enjoy coffee in one of the cafes. Milea.

"How can you be so good at writing, Mom?" milea asked after taking a sip of her nescafe.

"Craftsmen read. Kajin-kisan. Diligent eating."

"Cock eating?"

"Yes, if the laper is lazy."

"Hehe."

Thoifur was flabbergasted by the flash of memories. Closing of photo albums on mobile. Thoifur tried to brush off the girl's shadow. But don't go. Milea's face had hypnotized her to the point that she couldn't forget.

***

"Sesi started to get emotional," said Heru, sitting in front of Thoifur who was diligent in front of the laptop screen. They are in a favorite place, a small cafe that has a typical coffee menu.

"Why him?"

“Do not pretend ****. I know you from not yet baligh.”

Thoifur sighed.

"What should be jealous of?"

"You think?"

"Lo must have nympen something. Milea, how far along are you?" ask Heru.

Thoifur grunting. "There is no relationship. Just an admirer and then a temen. It's just, lo if so I'd have fancied the same thing."

"What do you mean?"

"She's an interesting girl. I don't know how, I kept him. A kind of weird miss."

"That's his name you fell in love."

Thoifur. "Gue doesn't understand. But I want him to keep."

Heru took a deep breath. "Inget, you got Desi. Your relationship can't be said for a minute either."

Thoifur smile. "Thank you for being reminded."

***

Desi pouting. Many times he called Thoifur but there was no answer. There was no one in the room either. Then he decided to go to Heru's house.

"Thoifur changed," Desi said upon meeting Heru.

Through the corner of his eyes, Heru saw the melancholy on Desi's face. Heru used to think things like this would happen often. Desi will quickly get tired of facing Thoifur, a cute man who is apathetic and not romantic at all. But it turns out they can live that relationship for up to two years.

"I don't really want to interfere. But he ignored you," said Heru calmly.

"I won't lose to the girl" Desi said despite teary eyes.

"What kind of strength until you can survive like that?" asked Heru in a sarcastic tone.

"Because I love."

"Love always makes people stupid" Heru sneered in a soft tone.

Desi did not care about Heru's words. He asked Heru to call Thoifur to find out if Thoifur did not answer his phone intentionally or not.

***

Elsewhere, Thoifur felt the need to calm down with a cup of coffee, or even a few cups. He choked, then shook his head, then squeezed his hair like a stressed person.

Later he was fond of memories that were so attached to the Jogja girl. And the guilt on Desi who's messing around. He understood, it was appropriate for Desi to behave like that. Although Thoifur did not intend to set aside Desi for the sake of another girl.

But the feeling about Milea is undeniable. Even carried away to dreamland. The dream incarnates like a language of longing that must be completed. Milea stretched out her arms as if to hug him. Her pretty face dragged Thoifur further and further away. His smile rattled his chest.

Thoifur needs to calm down. I don't know how many missed calls and SMS filled his phone.

Suddenly an idea popped into his mind. Without hesitation he decided. He wants to go to Jogja. He wanted to solve the strange feelings that plagued his days.

Thoifur took a deep breath. The next minute he was leaving Jakarta.

It was already evening when Thoifur arrived at Adisucipto International Airport. Thoifur immediately stopped the taxi. He mentioned an address in the Sleman area to the taxi driver. Then the light blue taxi drove. In Thoifur's taxi. I don't know what's on his mind but he knows he's doing this because of something. Something very disturbing and finally moved his whole consciousness that he should come here.

Milea once mentioned an address in the Sleman area. Address where he lives. Thoifur wants to go there. But it's already night. It is impossible to visit this night let alone to a woman's house. Thoifur decided to look for lodging in the area around it. Tomorrow morning he'll come to Milea's house.

***

“Mbak Lia? Ng...” Nia answered that question in a floating tone.

When Thoifur knocked on her door and said hello, Nia was surprised by a handsome man she did not know visiting her house. Then Thoifur introduced himself and his purpose was to meet, which was to find his brother.

Then Nia told me that her sister had died. The contention alone made Thoifur shocked. Thoifur told Nia the truth. About his meeting with Milea a few weeks ago. About her feelings that are always haunted like Milea even carried over until a dream.

“Mbak Lia really admires you, Mas. On the first day of his visit to your book seminar yesterday, when he could photograph and acquaintance with you, many times he mentioned your name when he got home. Especially when you go to the cafe. He was very shady. He's not stopping that story.”

Thoifur only listened to Nia's words while silent. He's not ready to be hit by reality if Milea is gone.

After he returned to Jakarta, a day later Milea had an accident. A car hit Milea and left her bleeding in the head. When he was rushed to the hospital, Milea was no longer helped.

Thoifur now understood what had happened. What has happened lately is a language of longing that must be resolved. And Thoifur has now finished it.

Thoifur asked to be told where Milea was buried. Nia was happy to tell, even willing to take Thoifur there. Then they went to the tomb not far from Nia's house. There Thoifur prayed fervently. Hope you can be quieter there now.

After Thoifur's tomb, beg to go home. Nia thanked him for coming. Then they split up. Thoifur decided to go straight back to Jakarta.

***

Thoifur climbed the steps of the plane. Before actually sinking in the belly of the plane, Thoifur cast his gaze into the spacious Adisucipto Airport. The sky in the afternoon was dim, and it was dark. The sky that once brought him to meet the girl who amazingly made his days so different in this month.

Put his phone in his pocket. No calls or messages from Desi since morning. He knows, Desi's hurt.

***          

“I'm sorry,” said Thoifur solemnly.

Desi just looked at him without saying. The rest of the tears still appeared on his smooth cheeks.

“I'll tell you the truth. But after that please believe me if I have no intention at all to replace you with any girl,” Thoifur said.

“What do you want to tell me? Have you met that girl? Already satisfied? You know, I worry about you. You know all night I sangisin you. My head is full of prejudices. Now what do you want to say?” cerca Desi's.

Replace the silent Thoifur. He realized he had so salutations.

“Sorry.”

They both fell silent. After things improved somewhat, Thoifur told him what he got in Jogja. Thoifur tells the story as it is.

“I really have no intention of turning away from you.”

Desi finally understood. Desi looked at Thoifur's eyes looking at him solemnly. The eyes that shine back as before. It just looks a little tired. Arriving in Jakarta, Thoifur went straight to Desi's house. She's exhausted.

“You need a break. I love you,” said Desi finally. He gave a kiss on Thofur's cheek.

Thoifur hugged Desi warmly before returning home.

Jepara City, Wednesday, July 19, 2017