Garden Benches
The Garden Bench

The Garden Bench

How can we give a heart that is no longer ours? He is one and will remain one.

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That evening the cloudy twitched, Ghifa assyekk scribbled paper in the living room, after taking an afternoon bath. I just told Mom to come out without Ghifa, when Citra came. The woman with the shoulder-length straight hair parked her metallic car right in front of the stairs to the terrace.

"Hi, Gie ... Assalamualaikum .." said cheerfully, as soon as he got out of the car.

You know, Laras, since meeting at Ardi and Lidya's wedding, Citra has been seeing Ghifa at home a lot. She always called herself a mama in front of Ghifa, I just smiled hearing that. He only considers it as a way of imagining to familiarize himself, nothing more.

"Eh, Waalaikumsalam, Cit?"

My answer. Just when the front door I closed, so that the wind that blows hard not much directly into.

"You out?"

Citra's eyes looked at me questioningly. His demeanor remains relaxed, looking comfortable in bluejeans pants and a white T-shirt. His steps were stuck on the last stairs to the terrace, from 5 stairs.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

A folding umbrella I put in the chest bag I put across.

"Ghypha?"

"Home on. Want rain, pity too, strong wind. Could be cold if I take a walk."

"Okay, Ayok!"

"You mean?"

"Look, we're going for a walk, right?"

Sahut Citra pede, while stepping back to his car.

"Emmm, I just walk Cit, close by,"

Refuse me smooth, still standing pecking on the second step of the terrace.

"Where are you going?"

"Garden ..."

"Okay, let me drive you to the park,"

"But, Cit ..."

"Already, Ayok!"

The image came back, then pushed my back towards the seat beside the wheel. I can't refuse. I let him turn the wheel and then take the car slowly.

"I see you go to the park a lot, Gie!"

"Yes. Uh, how do you know?"

"Huh? Whahuh? E. .. e.. just happened to be, Gie ...."

I didn't want to make her more nervous, so I didn't have to force her.

"Sorry Cit, that's where I go down,"

Show me somewhere near the gazebo.

"okay!"

The image of bringing his car slowly stopped. I immediately opened the door to get out.

"Thank you, yeah, Cit,"

"Yes, don't be too formal, that's ...."

I just nodded and smiled a little, then walked casually, with both hands going into my parachute jacket.

"Wait for Gie,"

I stopped my steps, the clouds blackened and the wind brought the frost. I wait until Citra approaches, maybe there is something to convey.

"I'm on the road, yeah. The responsibility is up here, anyways ...."

The image looked at me for a moment then averted its gaze. 'Kirain, what do you want to say, why the hell did he not go home? '

"Some? What's Cit?"

"It's okay ... Uh, do you come here every day?"

"Yes .., almost, though not every time,"

I answered, stepping slowly. My gaze slid far ahead, hoping to see your silhouette there.

"Well, is there a reason?"

I did not answer, if I answered, would Citra believe it? Would I better say, I'm here to see you? Of course they won't believe it.

"Gi ..."

"Yes?"

"You don't want to answer that?"

"Emmh, you want to know?"

"Yes, I want to know anything related to you!" answer Quick imagery.

I got the girl, her face suddenly blushed. Then throw a glance at the children who are playing ball on the field in the middle of the park.

"Eh, I mean ...."

"Why?"

"Emmm .. I am I ...."

I'm no longer responding. The wind accompanied our steps in silence. The drizzle began to drip, Citra still accompanies.

"Germist, Gie!"

"It's nothing!"

"Lho, it's getting louder, Gie!"

Confusion looking for shelter.

"Sorry Cit, maybe you'd better just go home, I still have business here,"

I said fretfully, not because the image that began to look panicked saw the drizzle getting closer. But because I haven't met you.

"But, Gie!?"

I saw Citra back in her car. Half-run I headed towards the southeast corner of the park. Nyalang I cast a glance, maintaining an eye on the dull light. And in the evening color you sit there, in the Garden Bench.

"Glass!"

Hurry up and open the folding umbrella and take a seat next to you.

"You've been waiting a long time?"

I see a pale smile on your face. I held out my umbrella to protect your body from falling water spots.

"Cupikk, put on the umbrella for you, you're wet,"

Your hand outstretched trying to lean an umbrella stalk towards me.

"Let's just, what matters is you don't,"

"Hehehe ..."

You laugh and I smile.

"Cupikk, how can I get wet, if the water can't even hit me?"

You swing your hand forward out of the umbrella cover, and it is clear that drizzle is coming through your hand. I breathe heavily.

"What's wrong, I'll keep paddling you ...."

"Cupicus ...."

"Laras, the rainy season has arrived, are you not cold here? Come home with me ...."

You smiled again, bowed for a moment and looked at me.

"Cupikk, if only I could ...."

Your voice is heard in the water that falls.

"Wear Cupikk's umbrella, you'll get sick!" your jerk's worried.

My hands are not shaky.

"Let's love, I'm fine."

You give in, you can't always be mad at my ridiculousness. Meanwhile, some of the park visitors who were sheltering in the gazebo exclaimed at me.

"Mas! Shade here!"

"Mas!"

"Pity, sometimes say it yourself there,"

"Yes, handsome but somewhat lacking,"

"Bring an umbrella, but one with an empty bench!"

"Sound! It's called rain!"

"Depression?"

"Come ..."

"Crazy?"

"Maybe,"

Back to their babbling I heard fighting with the roar of water. I chuckled at you closing your lips holding back laughter at their babbling.

"Cupikk, forgive me,"

"What's your fault?"

"They think you're disturbed because of me,"

"Ah, let ... I don't feel wronged, you're wrong to talk to your own wife?"

"Hehehe..."

"But... "

"It's important we don't bother them,"

"But ... Cupikk,"

"It's been discussed, baby, I'll let you keep me company and watch Ghifa grow up,"

You're back down.

"I'm sorry Cupikk, if I could .., baby I could only be here,"

"Look, this means so much to me, to me,"

I felt the heat at the end of my eye, and I let the rain bring it to flow. I saw your smile expand, while I felt my body shivering with cold. The water penetrated deeply into my skin.

"It's almost dark, Go home Cupikk .., Ghifa will look for you,"

"But ..."

I tried to refute, when a shrill voice called me in panic. The image of running small in the rain with a large umbrella that he carried with great difficulty.

"Gie!"

The image found me, his eyes were round.

"Gie! Oh my God, what are you doing? Men .. ga .. pa ...."

The image fell silent, suddenly stuttering, his lips twitching in your direction. You smile while nodding towards him.

"Can he see you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes!?"

"Now go home Cupikk, bring Ghifa to play here on a clear day,"

"Maustus ...."

You smiled before it gradually faded from my vision. When the clock clinks at 17:37. It always is, every time.

Just when Citra began to speak again after a moment her lips could not say anything, and pointed at you with a huff.

"He...., He?! "

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