The Crush Of Love
there's no answer
Lately I haven't gotten any chatt or any calls from Randika. It all makes me a little sad and disappointed. Is it possible that he will hate me and never want to know me again? Ahh, my actions back then were probably very stupid.
I keep looking at my phone screen hoping there is one notification from him, but it will all just be my wish.
“Desyanaa” shouts mom from downstairs
“Desyanaaa.. Why hasn't it come down yet? Aren't you going to work? It's already noon”
I approached my mother who was in the middle room,
“Mamaa.. like this cute mama's child will not enter work, right? You again do not feel well” reply me with spoiled speech
“Any body why? If you really hurt mending directly check the doctor aja ya”
“No maa, do not need to check with the doctor, Desyana just need rest just to recover kok”
“Yaudah if you have breakfast first, then you have rest in the room. oh yes, mommy is also willing to go out for a while. Want to meet with the Arisan mothers all want to shop for cooking at home. Why are your kids living alone?”
“Nothing ma, relax. Desyana will not be okay, mama be careful in the way. Desyana wants to take a meal first, but wants to eat it in the gapapa room right?”
“Hmm it is up to you that it is important you have to eat and rest enough”
“Iyaa, maa” said as I set foot into the kitchen to pick up food
***
I eat with pleasure Sop ribs made by my mother. After a few mouthfuls, I heard the sound of my phone ringing. Instantly my eyes were perfectly rounded when I saw his name plastered on the screen of my phone.
[She, not busy? Not ten o'clock I meet yuk]
I quickly returned the message
[Now, I didn't go to work either. Okay, wait in the usual place]
[Okay]
Like dreams, things I never thought before turned out to be real.
I saw the wall clock that was plastered in my room, it turns out that it now shows at nine. In less than an hour I'll see him. I speed up my eating to run out quickly and immediately prepare to clean the body.
This meeting will probably make me feel uneasy and a little uncomfortable, but inevitably I have to see him. Maybe he wants to say something or something, which is clear I have to accept whatever the decision is.
After cleaning the body, I wear a suit in salty egg blue with navy color alloy. Not to forget I also put a little makeup on my face and also wear some of my favorite perfume spray.
***
I look at the watch that's stuck in my arm, in three minutes we'll meet. A few moments later I looked from the side and saw him driving his motorcycle, and stopped right in front of me. Without opening the helmet, he directly asked me to ride the bike.
On the way there was not a word spoken of me nor of him. The quiet atmosphere made me a little awkward.
About three kilo meters of distance that we have passed finally he stopped his motorcycle right in front of a cafe that seems unknown to many people.
In the cafe there are only two or three people, no more than that. He asked me to sit at the right corner table. He asked me to sit first. One of the waiters came up to me, and I ordered two cold Americano and a snack.
“Sya, we live our friendship according to the plot ya”
“Means?”
“Iya I want us to follow the plot, no ties that will make us enemies or make us fight”
“We live as it is, if we are a match we will certainly be together. But if we are not a match, there should never be a word of hate between us”.
His words make me a little ambiguous, whether he has a taste for me, or he wants me to stay away from him. I don't think an uncertain thing is a good thing, because it's tantamount to the feeling of being hung.
“Sya, I love you, I don't want to be away from you. Even the last few days I haven't called you made me feel empty. But I don't want to if we're tied to the word courtship. I just want to live this relationship by flowing as is.”
“Iya, Ka. How do you aja”
Being honest when he said the word 'not wanting to date' left me a little hurt. I don't know if there will be any hope of having it or not. I don't like uncertainty and also hope that might clap one hand.
“Ka, but if you don't have a better taste you say so. Let me move on little by little from you. Or maybe you already have a heart port in another place?”
“Not that, Yes. You're the only girl I've ever seen. Nothing else, you believe. I'm just traumatized by the word courtship, so I ask us to live it first in accordance with the flow”
“Trauma? Why?”
“Do I have to story?”
“Yes, there is no reason for you to cover up, if you do not want to date because of a trauma”
“So gini, Yes. Long before I knew you, I had a boyfriend. I'm serious with him, I already have savings. But when I proposed to him, he was asked by someone else and his parents agreed. In the end, he married that person. His parents did not like me from the beginning, because I was only a workshop worker, while the person who married his daughter at that time was a PNS. Me and him are not comparable. That's why I don't seem interested in dating. I just want to follow according to the flow, if we are a match maybe we will be lovers”
“Ohh, so. But really, right? Not because there is another heart? I asked full of search
“No, Yes. You have to trust”
“Hmm maybe for now I'll trust”
“For now?”
“Yes, because it could be tomorrow or the day after your heart is even anchored to another woman. And maybe you'll be dating her”
“Sya, how are you?”
“And who knows? Because no one knows every heart of a person”
“You can't think like that, Sya”
“Oh yes, tomorrow I want to go home first. Mama same sister kangen granny. Maybe a week I'll be there”
“Back home?”
“Yes, I'm not a real person here. I'm a native of Pangandaran”
“Hmm yes. I held your words earlier, if you won't date. Watch out if you're dating”
“No, relax aja”