Blind Date's
51. Spoiled

...51. Elusive...

The earth of Amsterdam is gradually bright. Shift the ruler of the night to return to the quarrel.

Sasmaya pressed her head. With the eyelids still clenched. I think he refused to open his eyes. His head also felt heavy.

He rubbed his face. Try slowly to blink. Graze again. So shocked when his eyes had opened perfectly. He reflexes up. With a heart beating that soared in shock.

This where is it? His gaze circulated to a room that was completely different from the hotel that had been occupied.

His head feels dizzy. He was trying to remember what happened last night.

Dirk. The Red Light District. Vessel. Drink.

Spontaneous he saw his condition. Last night's clothes were still on his body. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of a motor boat is heard. With a little vibration on the bed. Curious he got out of bed. Approaching window. Dispose of a little sunshade as a glass cover.

His forehead wrinkled. Is this Dirk's house?

He's back in bed. Look at the piece of paper left on the small table near the bed.

...—Come out, I made you a warm drink—...

Not thinking about. Because nothing happened. He rushed out. In the middle room that joined the kitchen there was no one. From here he could see clearly. Very plainly.

Gama leaned against the fence. He was talking to Dirk who was sitting on the chair. Since when did the man come? It felt like last night there was only Dirk and him. He tried to recall what happened last night. There was someone else besides Dirk. What is Gama?

Slowly, his steps moved forward. Towards the door. As soon as Gama noticed his presence, the man approached him. Lead him out.

“You're awake? Wait here, I made you a drink.”

“Em, a..,” excited to talk. The man was out hunting. His mouth can only be open.

“Last night you were drunk, Sas.” Dirk. “A is angry with me, for letting you come for a drink.”

“So?”

Dirk nodded. “A come to ship. Bring you here.”

He turned. When I saw a motor boat passing by.

The bule man stood up. “I have to work. This morning take a tourist to Zaanse Schans.” Dirk wears his hat.

“Dirk,” prevent it.

Gama's friend looked at him. “Dank u wel,” said. Dirk helped him a lot. Even last night if there was no Dirk, it was possible that unwanted things .. ah, not knowing what would happen to him got lost in the Red Light District alone.

Dirk sauntered away as he flicked his hand into the air. Just passed by Gama. I don't know what they're talking about. He decided to look back at the atmosphere of the canal around.

The sun has fully appeared. Gama offered a glass of drink.

“Peppermint tea,” Gama.

He received the glass. With the corner of his lips drawn faintly.

“Can reduce headaches,” added Gama. Stand leaning against the fence. Face it.

He sipped the drink made by Gama.

“I should have arrived here yesterday afternoon. But it was Dani's fault that she booked the ticket. I have to transit in Dubai. Until here tonight,” said Gama.

He returned to sip his tea.

“Then you want to surprise. I deliberately did not announce my arrival. But precisely ...” Gama shrugged his shoulders. Put one hand in his shorts. Shifting eyes at the floor.

His fingers were clutching the glass. Non-rigid. The ripples of the canal were scattered by passing motorboats. He swallowed. There are many surprises that he has received. “I ... have met Elena,” the decision. Near fence. Hold the glass there.

Gama. Shortly positioned his body parallel to Sasmaya's. It is facing a canal that is beginning to look busy.

“Elena of the past. Not important. I told you I was bad boy.” Gama. “I'm worried that if I tell you all about my past, it makes you sick. Disappointed you and ..it's not a story worth telling. I'm not as perfect as the billions of male inhabitants of this earth.”

His heart felt a little light. Even if there are still obstacles. Actually, it's not a matter of merit being inappropriate. He looked at his drink in a glass. But ..openness. If the man next to him is open, willing to tell stories, willing to share a little of his past. At least, he had prepared himself to face people or things related to Gama in the past.

“No need to tell how bad I am,” continued Gama.

This is what makes him even more curious. “Why not get married? By getting married surely parents will bless your relationship.” It's a basic question. And this is the way out. A love that has no blessing. Which can be defended and fought for. Sasmaya is confident, Mr. Sofyan can accept them.

His presence and appearance in Pak Sofyan's family departs from coincidence and arranged marriage. His position is not too far away. If by helping Gama and Elena unite, it could make everyone happy, it would do. Yes ... even if his little heart feels unwilling. Because he had already put the man to fill the other side in his heart.

Gama. “That's a deal. He doesn't want. And I am also.”

“Why? You love each other, is that not enough to make a commitment to the marriage?” Unfortunately, this expression was only stuck in his mind. He doesn't understand Gama and Elena's way of thinking. Reflexes just shake.

“We are both not the first. Elena believes that with the way her life is like that it is the right decision. She was happy. Such a thing is normal here.”

“But not in us,” the rebuttal. He still doesn't understand. Too elusive even, “Is your love not enough to make a commitment?” his insistence.

Gama pulls and exhales rough. “Sas, there are things we can't force.”

“Why?” The words sound disappointed. Imagine if it happened to him. Gama does not fight. It must have hurt.

Gama quiet. He was more disappointed. Then leave the man. I think this conversation has produced nothing. Keep a glass on the dining table. Passing to the room.

“Because we are just friends.”

His steps stopped right in front of the room door.

“Friends live together,” bright Gama. “Not more. Non-demanding. Not necessarily also for the future.”

He chose cold water to shower his head. Hoping to quell the many questions that filled his heart and mind.

With all the consequences that must be accepted. Gama and Elena have separated. However, it was precisely the large window ready to throw itself as hot as Elena's fate. Not just one Elena, maybe there's another Elena.

It turns out that love is not enough as a foundation for commitment. Then, his engagement with Gama . what is not worse. No love, no need to marry. What kind of marriage will they have.

Sasmaya quickly ended her bath. This morning I had to go back to the hotel. The Amsterdam International Antiquarian Book Fair.

His gaze stopped on the bed. A paper bag. He saw the contents. A dress patterned vertical stripes light brown black strip. A pair of upper and lower inner fabrics are in matching color. Her cheeks immediately flushed. The man prepared everything for her. To this detail.

“Why can he know his size?” muttered. When you are finished wearing it. All fit and comfortable in his body. He also went out of the room. Seeing Gama at the dinner table smearing toast.

“Eat,” Gama. Scraping a chair for him. Pouring milk. Then slide the glass filled with milk on him. Following the toast that has been smeared with honey. “You like cheese?” tanyakanya. Unscrew the cheese from the wrapper, put it on a plate.

“Let me take it myself,” said. Grab a glass and drink it.

“We go to Zaanse Schans after this. See traditional Dutch villages. There's a cheese factory there. We can buy for souvenirs.”

“This morning I have an event to Amsterdam International Antiquarian Book Fair,”.

“The exhibition is 2 days. Tomorrow you can still go there,” timpal Gama.

He who was chewing his toast stopped for a moment. “I have to prepare for my return tomorrow.”

“Dani has set everything up. 3 more days we just go home.”

...***...

“Where do you want to go here. We can go to Paris. Only about 3 hours, using fast train.” That morning Gama took him to Zaanse Schans. Some say the Windmill Village.

Finally, he could not refuse the man's invitation. The car that Gama drives is going constant. Headed north of Amsterdam.

“Or you want to go to Brussels. Get there closer in about 2 hours. There are also many interesting places. You must like it,” explained Gama.

“Didn't you ever go there?” Of course with Elena.

Gama clucked, “This time is different. I'm your tour guide. And we're just the two of us.”

I don't know what it means, ‘we're just two’. Didn't Elena ever say there was a road trip with Gama there. Are they not the two of them? Given that Gama had been there with Elena, his enthusiasm was not as great as before.

Distance about half an hour. They arrived at Zaanse Schans. Walk through the beautiful little village. Wooden houses with ancient architecture with neatly arranged courtyards, decorated with beautiful flowers. Which is blooming because it coincides with spring.

See the ancient windmill directly. Photo with the Dutch icon. I think he can forget the problem for a moment. He also met Dirk and his tourist entourage.

Visiting museums, cheese factories to weaving houses. Gama never let it far. Sometimes the man clasped his hands tightly.

Nearly two hours around Zaanse Schans Village. Finally, he decided to sit on the side of the canal. See a crowd of ducks swimming.

Gama approached him with a pannekoek. Put 1 on him.

“After this we go to Volendam,” said Gama. “There is a photo studio named De Boer. Very famous. It feels less if to the Netherlands has not been there,” he explained.

“The place is like this?”

“Not. Volendam is a fishing village. Tourist spot which is also no less famous,” sahut Gama.

Indeed, the characteristics of buildings in Volendam and Zaanse Schans are almost the same. Old buildings. Which is still maintained by the entity to this day.

Arriving in Volendam is late afternoon. The sea breeze immediately welcomed. Not so crowded compared to the time in Zaanse Schans earlier. Volendam is quieter. Probably because of their arrival.

Sasmaya rubbed her arms. The dress she wore fluttered in the wind. He waited at the port. Sit in one of the chairs.

The man has not appeared after saying he went to the toilet.

Since this morning Masala sent a message. Even this afternoon he said he had looked for it at the hotel. He said he was going to Zaanse Schans. But the man's willing to go back to the hotel later tonight. He then sent her a message.

Sasmaya: Don't wait for me, I'm still in Volendam.

The ringing of his phone was loud to coincide with Gama coming. He received that call.

“Who are you, May?” ask Masala.

“I,” looked at Gama who was also looking at him with a probing gaze. “Same Mister A.”

Silent. All that was heard was the whirring of an increasingly strong wind. Gama took off his blazer. Wear to him.

“Alright .. be careful, May. I'm happy if you're happy with your choice. But I also have the right to remind you of your happiness. Whoever your choice is your right. That guy really makes you happy, May. Happy holidays.”

Masala decided on the call. Gamma was still staring at him. “What did he say?”

The corner of his lips was attracted while shaking.

The water of Gama changed. This is one of the many reasons why he is interested and likes Sasmaya. The woman he said was forced to find a mate at the age of 32. Who has a charm for men to like him. A woman who never realized that she had a different aura of beauty.

If Elena and the woman she was once close to were the free type, it would be less humble because being too independent felt the same degree that resulted in less respect. Appreciate himself, as well as papa and mama. They end up not agreeing to their relationship. Plus the decision not to get married.

“Mas Gama,” he patted Gama's cheek gently. Seeing that man was like daydreaming.

Gama just held his hand. Enfold him. “Do you want to leave me because of my past?”