Regret Room
Old Love Is Not Over

Coming home from the beach with a ring that has been embedded beautifully on the ring finger, making Seruni was not stopping to smile. Until now, the long-buried thump was still felt, out everywhere, mingling with the air.

Seruni peeked between the doors, seeing Bima still there. Then Seruni turned her body again. Heart's tickling. He has started to reopen his heart again just this for one name, Bima. Although originally, Seruni was still hesitant but now that belief had resurfaced.

"I am the owner of your honor, Seruni."

Those words were still ringing, in the ears, in the brain as well as in his heart. Seruni immediately went to the glass hanging in her room. He saw red cheeks.

"Oh my God, I've begun to learn to forgive him." Seruni muttered.

Then quickly reach the mobile phone. There were footsteps away from his contract from the front. Seruni commented with a smile, Bima must have left. Seruni looking for contact. Mak Ute's.

"Night, Mak," said Seruni cheerfully.

"Eh, what's the matter, Run, don't yell that way. Glad you were."

Seruni chuckled at the protest of the woman he had considered his mother.

"Mom, I'm going back to the village soon."

"What's the show like, Run?" ask mak Ute to be curious.

"Mom, Bima proposed to me. We're gonna marry the plan, Mak."

Mak Ute was silent for a moment. Milky. Ah, then he remembered the dashing figure who used to talk seriously with him when Seruni's mother died at that time. On the other end of the phone, mak Ute smiled slightly.

"Congratulations, my mother is happy. So when's the wedding plan, Run?"

"It's not clear exactly when, Mom. But, Bima will take me first to the front of his extended family."

"Mak is happy, I also support you and Bima. Stop by Mak's house if you want to go back to your village."

"Surely, Mother."

Seruni smiled. Mak Ute is indeed a substitute figure for his mother since long ago. Although he was a pimp, but he was very good to Seruni and his workers. Indeed, the job is dirty but Seruni does not want to interfere in mak Ute's business about work. Just look at how the fat woman used to keep it from the striped-nose men. Until graduating from school, Mak Ute also funded his life yesterday.

After calling with mak Ute, Seruni threw his body on the bed that was not so soft. He was still imagined when Bima this afternoon looked at him, as they fused their eyebrows together with all the arcing feelings.

Both stopped in Surau not far from the beach when the Maghrib visited the place. Seruni prayed to the khalik, trying to seduce God to ease his path and Bima who had seriously wanted to propose.

"O Allah, I am indeed a poor man, very different from Bima who comes from a very distinguished family. But, I've never complained about the poverty that's plagued me all my life, it's just, I want to be a little selfish right now, I want to be, I just want this poverty not to be the reason for the Bima family to oppose this noble plan. O Allah, expand my heart to always apologize to Bima even if I remember a long time ago, I feel like I am tearing my heart again. He's changed, he's been a good man."

Seruni muttered softly as she closed her eyes. Soon he will be doing isya. Perhaps throughout the night, he would continue to pray and woo the almighty to grant his request. Seruni could only complain to God about all the turmoil, disappointment, and all the feelings that were now mixed in her heart.

***

Early in the morning welcoming the day that was radiant and blooming, Seruni found Bima was neat with a police uniform, waiting for him to tell him to come in. Why does it feel so awkward, staring at each other but shy. Bima put two breakfasts on the table.

"Eat first, and I'll take you to the office."

"Yes, you eat too, don't you?" seruni asked clumsyly, feeling stupid when his eyes clearly saw the two packages that Bima had brought.

"Eat, Sweetheart. But if you want both, I'd rather not eat."

Ah, Bima succeeded in making Seruni blush. What the hell? Seruni did not want to give her face while in front of Bima. She was sure, Bima could definitely see her face that was similar to a boiled crab now, blushing red like a new abege of puberty. So under the pretext of wanting to make coffee, Seruni went to the kitchen.

Bima himself knew that Seruni was timidly looking at him. Love indeed slowly began to creep again into the depths of the heart of the woman he had ever made the wound. Then, Seruni returned with her long hair wavy into a ponytail as well with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Come, eat first."

Bima turned out to have opened a package of food for Seruni. Seruni sat quietly in front of the man. They eat with occasional glances at each other. When the view finally met, one smile from Bima made Seruni's heart and heart almost stop. Truly, that smile he had seen ten years ago, so drugging, so dazzling, but different, because now the smile has matured and full of responsibility is different from the soul of a long-lost loser.

"Let's have your lunch, I'll take you."

Seruni no longer refused, she nodded slowly. Bima increasingly impatient, want to immediately justify the woman in front of him so as not to sin if he touches further. Really, the old love is not over.