Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Hermit and the Stars

This is Tara's third week taking therapy classes offered by Kiara. The therapy that Kiara refers to is meditation practice. The group met in a sanggar room in the Jakarta area. 15 People included both of them. The Holy Grail Meditation names this small association and Nyoman as the meditation coach. Each session spent 30 minutes with the previous beginning of sharing the story that still stuck each member.

To be honest, Tara saw a new look at this small meditation society. A person can look happy and well-established from the outside, which turns out to only cover all the dark sides that have not fully healed. The wound is still gawking. A soul that is still blushing. That's man will to show what he wants the world to see.

It was reawakening about him, the sentence is okay that he often uttered without a second thought, it became the strongest signal that he was not okay. He needed help to heal his soul.

The mid-30 woman named Dea, even quite surprised Tara. As if he had to recognize her from the beginning again. This sharing session melted down the clear picture that Tara had captured in the last 3 weeks, even before this session started. Her gray curly hair that was about to sway as that pointed face published the most spacious and light smile Tara had ever encountered, currently holding herself back from crying. The regret he brought from a young age was never erased by the sadistic scourge of time.

He regretted that last moment with his grandmother, he did not fill it with a warm embrace and gratitude. They had a big fight just because her grandmother wouldn't let Dea go to her favorite band with friends. He left regardless of his grandmother's advice. All he knew, when he returned home, downstream-mudik took turns to pay his last respects to his grandmother. Obviously, it scratched Dea's heart many times over, as she realized the love from her grandmother was much greater she received than both her parents and she lost it for good.

Ten seconds of silence while lamenting the story of Dea, Muel who was beside Dea stuffed a tissue in his grasp.

"Thank you, Dea, you've shared. We all hope that the wounds and regrets in your heart will gradually recover by continuing to feel how much love your grandmother continues to present to this day," and the soft voice of Nyoman again fills the 25m² room. "We begin our meditation practice. May each take the most comfortable position," he ordered in the whole room. Some men choose sleeping positions, some sit and some cross-legged.

Nguuuyinggg...

The sound of the singing bowl playing out a goal almost felt throughout the room, all began to close their eyes and regulate the rhythm of the breath. Every direction and guidance was done obediently, so was Tara.

"Now, the meditation we will do is related to sending gratitude, affection and respect to those who when our eyes are all closed immediately appear in our minds. Keep your breath on..."

Tara pulled and exhaled regularly, her vague face mapped on the dark space of Tara's mind. His chest felt tight as if his breath was forcefully snatched away by the projections of Rendi appearing.

"If it's obvious, someone who is coming to your mind, send compassion without the desire to get a reply..." nyoman's voice again played on the sidelines of the singing bowl music that filled the room.

"Tell him, I love you, thank you, and sorry..." Nyoman instructed slowly. "Say the name of the person who appears before you."

I love you, Rendi. Thank you Rendi, and sorry for everything. Tara voiced out many times in her mind. His heart warmed and his tears melted.

Vaguely Nyoman said, "the solution we need is not from the outside, all we need comes from the inside. *All the answer will present to you when you are ready to look within..."

I love you, Rendi. Thank you, Rendi and sorry for everything...

nguuuuung....

DONG*!

***

"Lu feel relieved, don't you think?" Kiara draped the bag and turned her head towards Tara.

"Either, the cave eyes were swollen gini," Tara looked at the reflection of her face on the mirror.

"Yes, his name healed the inner wound. Maybe the side effects of the eyes become swollen, hahahah" Kiara laughed at her own jokes.

That afternoon the sky was shady, the indigo and orange tinge fused as if to depict how peaceful the universe was. Did Tara really think about peace? Or he began to come to terms with the erratic feeling in his heart. It is not an outside answer that people need to find a solution but look within. Tara remembers Nyoman's message in each session.

A breeze blew like stroking his body and playing a strand of his hair. Something was pushing inside him to smile. Light-weight. Tara herself could not explain how she felt. He did not realize what Kiara was saying until his best friend pulled his hoodie from behind.

"Honor the person who is talking to you again, very demen the way ninggalin mulu cave," Kiara said.

Tara realized she wasn't alone, "that's her broad steps."

"Ga politely you yes the same compact body kayak cave, a week no go home together. Point," he said.

"Hahaha, that's how angry you are. Kan joked zeyeng," Tara turned her lips back to a pat on the cheek by Kiara.

Tara's phone rang, she took it out of her toenote pocket and the name SL Fahmi was written there.

"Ye's audition time," Kiara glanced at the screen.

"Hahahaha, lu juri is also yok," Tara lifted her phone and stuck it to her ear. "Hi, Mi. What's up?"

"Oh, yes. I almost forgot, Mi," Tara glanced at Kiara. "But I can bring temen? Abis from outside"

"Well bring your family also no problem, let it be crowded," he replied.

"You guys bring gifts, dowry, so?" canda Tara's. "Reverse, mas."

"It will be my duty, your time to carry around" his voice was tightened. Maybe to be cool.

"Ready, I'm sliding yes. The location that you shared-loc yesterday, right?"

"really. See you, Tara," Fahmi smiled.

Tara hangs up the phone, "eat our moss tonight."

"Yes, yuk, cuss..." Kiara's way to the parking lot where the purple Brio is parked.

***

"You want to add ga?" bargain Fahmi while sitting on one of their desk chairs. He rolled back the sleeves of his body fit white shirt which started to fall apart while busy serving customers. The brown apron with the name of the restaurant embroidery did not cover the athletic stomach of the young man.

"Surely, dong," Kiara answered enthusiastically.

"You pinter ya nyari location, very good you know this," Tara appreciates.

"Yes, from the beginning of this shop in the same developer building, I've been incer shophouses over here. Because from the highway first look," Fahmi assented.

"Yes, the parking lot is also large. Dabble. Successful effort yes, Mi," Tara threw her smile.

"May you like yes, Tar," one dimple appeared on his left cheek. "I'm ahead of me yeah, enjoy your food."

This is actually the first time Tara met Fahmi, a young man she met through a matchmaking app she downloaded a month ago. Fahmi sapodilla skin matures, he berkilah hobby up the mountain that roasts the color of his skin. Previously working in a private company engaged in freight forwarding services, then he chose to run a culinary business so that he could while watching his mother who lay weak at home. The location of the house is not far from the restaurant.

Tara herself, doesn't feel anything. But it does not hurt if he adds a network of friends. While treating his heart wounds that are getting better day by day. Honestly, looking at Fahmi's eyeballs something Tara's favorite, the young man's glasses add a firm impression to his eyes.

"Funny, Tar," Kiara leaned over while whispering after Fahmi served the customer at the counter resto.

"Ho-oh," said Tara chewing on her horseshoe. "Lu download SwipeLove, that's also the same time."

"The cave is still waiting for the Danang bang" he replied.

"Iye.. the rich bang Toyib ga back and forth, no news," said Tara.

"Gua wants to see first, actually he's January back in Jakarta tomorrow," Kiara wiped the tip of her lips with a tissue. "It's ga, yowes, BHAY."

**ding!

Dave sent a message: I want to make you melt, jad**...

Tara glanced at her phone looking at the incoming notifications from the app. He opened the message.

I want to make you melt, kok so I'm the smoother anyway. hehehe 😁

Tara smiled then quickly typed a reply.

Ah, blueband. Liquid chips, hihihi... 🤭

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Enjoy your reading here, if anyone is interested in meditating monggo listened to the link listed below or can japri 😉

https://youtu.be/LeWgSc\-A7xg