Adult Zone
6. The End of the Story of Jomlo

...THE END OF THE JOMLO STORY...

...Written by David Khanz...

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Call me Mira, complete Mira Armagia. I don't know why my parents gave me the name of the ending. Could it be because it was inspired by the title of the film Armageddon starring Hollywood actor Bruce Willis, Demi Moore's ex-husband? Ah, it's not important and it doesn't need to be discussed. I must be twenty-nine years old by now. Not a teenager or a housewife. Yes, I am still alone, single, or single according to the terms of people today. As well as my solitude in traveling through life, since left by loved ones.

A lover? Honestly .... used to be in a special relationship with a man, but it did not last long. Just name him, Dulhong, stands for ‘ngawadul and ngabohong’. I had to leave, because almost every meeting, he often asked for this and that. Understand, right, what do you mean?

“Neng, you love me not anyway, same me?” dulhong asked with a shy smile with gestures that resembled jackfruit maggots.

“Yes, what a pity, Bang. I want to go with Brother because this heart loves Brother. Why, anyway? Still in doubt?” I felt a little horrified, watching Dulhong's two hands frequently rubbing the private area of his body.

“Showever, no, Neng. Just ... I need proof ... ” reply Dulhong back with a smile that is difficult to understand, but I regret it with these unusual signs.

“How's the song, Bang? I used to lie to both parents, for brother's sake. Pamit wants to go to the temen house, in fact even met ama Abang in a dimly-lit kayak gini place. That's one proof, if I love you brother. I see ... “ my toilet while patting the itchy calf bitten by garden mosquitoes.

“Hehehe .. “ kekeh Dulhong shy but still waiting for another answer Mira. Of course that corresponds to the contents of the head of the unemployed man. “Yes, I believe. But right, there needs to be another proof, Neng.”

“Proof moreover, Bang?” I started to feel a bad smell on his face and smile. Especially the movement of his palm earlier.

Fix it! Paying attention to such writhing, it feels that the contents of his head have begun to need to be sprayed vacum cleaner.

“It, Neng ... “ Dulhong clenched his ten fingers, then imitated a pecking motion at the end of one bud with another repeatedly.

I'm aghast. Right, what was I worried about earlier? That man ....

“Dih, Slovenly brother!” my sergeant then shuffled from his original seat next to Dulhong. “Can't do that, Bang! Not yet time and sin!”

The face of the slum male with the head of a fly on his nose instantly turned moody. Either disappointed or angry.

“Please start doang, Neng!” tukas Dulhong again demonstrated his movement like before. “What's wrong, anyway? It won't make you ham-“

“It is, at first ask for it, then ask for this, then this and that, and finally here and there. Ends .... “

“So you don't want to, Neng?” Dulhong's voice was rising.

“Not want, Bang, but not yet time!” I tried to resuscitate the man whose fingers had now turned into clenches. “If you are serious, marry me!”

“Well, now I invite you to marry, even do not want?” Dulhong was getting angry.

“Well, Bang! Not mating!”

“Emang what's the difference?” I still don't understand Dulhong.

I took a breath for a moment, just describing the annoyance. “Pause, Bang! Mah marriage to penghulu and if the marriage ‘tindih menindih’ into one. Understand, Bang?”

“Au, ah!” romans are disappointed.

Long we were silent and busy working to repel garden mosquitoes that come increasingly attacking. Until then, the vape-sucking man also said ....

“We broke up!”

“What?” I was shocked but didn't fall unconscious.

“From now on, you ... I .. end!” sergeant Dulhong got up and walked away from me.

“Bang Dul! Bang!” I shouted to the geeky man, but ignored. He kept walking on his own without looking at it in the least.

It was free to chase, because this shout would only be considered the wind then. Unless I call, ‘Bang, come .. we do what you want now!’ he must have come back as fast as lightning.

I think again, why maintain a relationship if only based on intimacy. Even if he really sincerely loves me, of course, will take care of himself completely, until the beautiful moment arrives according to time. The fact that the evidence is not as desperate.

Such is the risk of establishing love with people who cannot think clearly. Only capital treat martabak bangka, but expect to be reciprocated with a chest busung. After being given voluntarily, long ago switched to ask for the contents of the pants. Not to me!

Ever since my relationship with Dulhong ended that evening, not a single man had come close. At least just giving a teasing greeting, ‘hai .. girl! Godain Abah, dong!’

All of the people in the army seemed to have no interest in making me a wife-to-be. My face is not very pretty. When compared to the exotic-skinned Farah Queen though, of course she is more interesting. But just invite me to be a friend to go Hajatan, it seems that it will not make the show disperse. Because I am a real woman who was born with a real body, has a uterus and without the effect of a nasal sound.

I can only accept fate. Whatever I do and get, it's all by God's will. Bagja, pati, and cilaka have become His provisions. Although almost everyone knows about it, but the sounds of itchy and frothy mouth often stab me with the same words;

“When to marry? You're not young anymore.”

“People's money, no one knows. Cepetan nyari companion life so that you can immediately feel the beauty of heaven world.”

“Then delaying the wedding can make you a spinster, Ndok!”

“You're still a virgin, right?”

“The older your pee hole gets louder!”

“Tuh, look. Friends and neighbors your age have children and grandchildren. When did you have a husband?”

“Ah, you are mulu. When dong, ngundang-ngundang people?”

“No sell? Wash off, lu!”

“It looks like you should be possessed.”

Even when taking the neighbors who died and were buried, there were still people who could insinuate me, ‘kamu when followed?’

I don't know when the painful voices will stop echoing in my head. Not that I don't want to have a family, but the owner of the ribs .. uh, the ribs I hold, hasn't been picked up yet. All the ways I have done; register in a matchmaking society, send greetings to known male friends, write dramatic status on social media, pray, and actively present at various reunion events. I wish there was a boy friend who was the same fate as me.

Until one day, there was a social media account profiled a man, asking for friendship. His name is Arman Engao. Unsuspecting, immediately accepted. Then he gave a like response on all my posts, until the phone notification full with thumb icon. Continue to throw greetings in the comments column, then followed by penetrating into private conversations through instant messaging applications.

It feels great even though you can only talk through the virtual world. My days are more flowering and despair that has been frozen, gradually flourishing with a fragrant aroma. Until finally, the peak of happiness exploded unexpectedly, when Arman revealed his heart.

“I like you, Mira.”

Ah, I can't believe it. Still can't believe it. That short sense appeared, in the midst of the current obstacles that had been shackling the beautiful wave of my dreams.

“Don't give me hope if you can't make it happen. I am not a woman who can accept the presence of men, to simply anchor a momentary desire on the foundation of an unsustainable surge,” I wrote through an instant message, then sent immediately to quickly find out, arman's response behind the meaning of the series of words.

“Right now I just want you to know that I really like you, Mira. No matter if one day I find you in a condition that does not fit this shadow. I know you, because you yourself often tell stories through your subtle expressions. Is it wrong if there is another heart that is suddenly touched and intends to complete all your shortcomings? It was me.. “ reply Arman later, making my eyes glaze over while staring fixedly at the screen of the laptop that refused to blink.

“Of course, dear Mira .... “

Yeah, God! It felt like blood was flowing and soaring my body not to trace both feet. Happiness also dissolves in wishful thinking.

Now I can walk in a deep, light step, as well as show face in front of people who have been making fun of my loneliness.

Ah, there is no harm if I compare the photo of Arman to decorate all the profiles of the old life, so that the inhabitants of the buana universe are dumbstruck, that I am also able to get what they have been insulting.

“Goodnight yes, Arman. May sweet dreams say hello in your sleep .. “ I concluded before turning off the laptop screen and ending the chat with him at another time.

I threw the body on the bed while reopening the trail of conversation with Arman, through the sweep of fingers on the screen of the phone that left little power. My smile expanded again each time I read the man's words. So beautiful and touching the grating of the heart that has been abraded a lot.

Hhhmm .. Now the discordant voices that are often painful, have begun to be rarely heard. The presence of the figure of Arman in my life, has succeeded in silencing the foul mouths full of blight. They were silent, downcast, and even trying to get away when they were about to cross paths. Shame, maybe that's what people with spiteful owners feel and never look at me with empathy.

I don't care, because now there is Arman who is always ready to hear me complaining, laughing, crying, and also my silence, even though only through the screen is lit. It was more than enough and there was no need to sue him, for a while. Let this relationship work out until ....

“I want to meet you, Honey. Can, right? I want to prove my true love for you,” Arman said in a line of writing.

I was stunned for a moment with a heartbeat that snapped at the chest wall. “When?”

“Besok afternoon.”

“Where?”

“Car station.”

I thought for a moment. “Good. I'll be there tomorrow afternoon.”

“Don't forget, tomorrow I will wear all-white clothes, so you can easily recognize me.”

“Baiklah .... “

“Promise yes, you are tomorrow come.”

“Yes, I promise!”

Finally what I've been waiting for all this time, will be here soon. Arman came to see me.

She ... come see me? Or will I come to see him myself? Ah, you fool! Most importantly, for the first time, we will meet. Recognize each other in real terms, not as it has been all along.

The next day I came to the station earlier than promised. Afraid that Arman might change his plans and make a special surprise for me. Just like he has done so often. Hhhmm .. the man was indeed full of surprises.

I sat at the front of the elongated row of chairs, so that it was easy to find Arman wearing all-white clothes in the sea of people passing by, Oh, yes! I also deliberately wear clothing colors that are in line with Arman. Counting as an expression of the same feelings towards the man, also to welcome our first meeting in a sacred shade.

I sat in silence for a long time, watching every passenger who came down from the carriage. There is not a single male figure that matches the characteristics of Arman. So on until a loudspeaker notification reported that the last train for the day was about to arrive.

I immediately got up from my seat and walked to the platform expectantly, if that was the last train that Arman, the beloved of worship, was riding. I can't wait for this heart to meet soon. Stare, shake hands, talk, and then spend the night alone with her.

Ah, Arman ... Where is your figure, dear? This Netra hasn't seen you. Even when the train arrived and I searched for you until the last footing of someone who came down from inside, I could not find you. Where is it, Arman? Did he not come? Why not tell me too?

Right, Arman didn't come. The man has broken his promise.

I stepped up disappointed. It hurts so bad. This whole body feels frozen, so that even the foot swing is no longer able to give. This cry can no longer be dammed lamenting the ignorance of the promise of a man who has never touched his form. I sat weakly leaning against the iron guardrail line of station counters accompanied by tears.

I turned on the phone, hoping for a short message to come in and haven't had time to read. Blank. There's no notice. Still curious, the traces of last night's chat with Arman reopened. Everything is the same, there is only the last sentence that says ‘Iya, I promise!’.

“Arman, where are you now?” my writing tries to convince if men are indeed ....

“I'm here, Mira darling.”

“Where? I didn't see you.”

“I'm here.”

“Where?”

“In your heart. I'm always in your heart, wherever you are.”

“A-aa-I don't understand, Arman. I-i .... “

“Honey, I am you and you are me. We are one, my dear.”

I was shocked and spontaneously threw the phone on the floor. Wanted to cry and scream bemoaned, while holding on to the iron fence. No matter the look in the eyes of those who look at me with strange looks. I just want to cry, cry and cry.

Some people came over, held my shoulders and lifted my body to stand up.

“No! Don't take me! Don't take me!” I shouted while struggling loudly to escape from the checks of the heavy hands in white clothes that held this motion.

“Mir ... quiet, Mir!” said someone who suddenly came up to me with a languid face.

“Who are you?” tanyaku fiercely staring at the foreign figure.

“I'm sorry, Mir.” The figure with a lethargic face was struggling to reach my fingers that continued to wriggle.

“Who are you? You're not Arman! You're not Arman!”

The figure wiped both of her wet eyelids, “Because of me, you have become like this. It's all my fault, Mir! I have been using you until you are like this. I'm sorry!”

It's hilarious! What kind of joke is this? It feels like I want to laugh out loud as hard as it is. Yeah, he's funny and it feels like nothing can hold me back from laughing, right? Ahaha!

“You better go home now and let Mira rest alone in her room. We'll keep taking care of him. Help us with prayer, may Mira get well soon and return to her original life yes, sir,” said someone in white and blocked my body firmly.

The figure that I never knew with the features of the skin of the face slums and flies on the nose was nodding his head slowly.

“Alright, I go home first. But ... may I come here at any time to visit Mira, Sir?” he asked in a weak voice like holding the weight of enormous guilt.

“Please come, sir, as long as it is in accordance with the schedule set.”

The figure smiled blandly, then passed by with a careless step leaving us. My strength began to weaken, after a syringe pierced and put a certain liquid into the flesh of this arm.

Not long after, I felt sleepy and fell asleep.