Garden Benches
The Image In My Eyes

The Image In My Eyes

Being abandoned is not an option. That's why I'm not trying to build a new relationship.

"You're handsome, Gie, athletic when I say,"

Said Ardi, one Sunday afternoon, when I was playing to his house. Lidya and Eyang Sukma immediately took Ghifa hostage taking him to the living room. Lidya is pregnant with her first child after nearly two years of waiting. And now entering the seventh month. The inn always wants to try Ghifa's chubby cheeks.

I laughed at Ardi's words. Throw my body in the living room chair, and play the cushion there. Lidya came to bring two cups of coffee and allowed to enjoy.

"My guy's handsome from the son, Ar. lalu what does that have to do with the problem you want to talk about?" sahutku, investigate.

It felt like there was something serious he wanted to convey, Seen from his face.

"We're still young Gie, still 26 years old 27th street, not yet 3-headed."

I laughed again, not knowing where the conversation was going.

"Terusss ....?!" sahutku relax a little bit of a stick.

I still don't understand what Ardi wants to say. Kuseruput black coffee served Lidya. In the front room, many flower pots neatly arranged with green clean leaves.

Ardi's house is not far from this house. Only, separated two houses and one entrance to the village. The walk is at least five minutes less. But this time I brought my matic with a seat from Ghifa's rattan I put in front.

"We're young, Gie!" ardi again exclaimed.

"Yes, know! Then?"

"Still young!"

"Yes, I heard you, and then?"

My environment doesn't understand, Ardi's gurgaat looks a little strange. The young man changed his sitting position. He leaned his face towards me, then whispered.

"What if you don't want to get married again?"

Jederrr

"Buskey! Kirain said what!"

"Mahaha ..."

"Seriously, I'm waiting for him, you know!"

I threw the seat pad right on his back. Ardi chuckled, then suddenly fell silent with a tense face.

"I'm serious too, Gie. You should immediately think of a new mama for Ghifa!"

"What's? It's good to say it!" solot.

"That there's no harm in? Many are queuing to get you, handsome young man with a height of 175cm, eh how much do you weigh?"

My hair, this young man, was trying to fish in the clear water.

"Hahaha .. 68, why? Want to make an auction banner of one-child widows, that's it, He?" I jolted with my jaw.

I threw back the seat cushion that was still on my left. This time Ardi caught him with a frowny laugh.

"It's hard to get you married again, what's your reason for refusing to try?"

Pursuing Ardi was insistent, his eyes were bulging.

"Yes a lot .., you have to Iist one-on-one!" tepisku's pissed.

"May, call it one," challenged the young man before me triumphantly.

"You are yes! One thing is for sure Ar, Laras is still with me .." I replied for sure.

Ardi rubbed his hair back, then grabbed a cup of coffee and sipped it deliciously.

"I can't talk anymore about that, Gie. But you know Citra ..."

Ardi stopped his words, again pouncing on me with his sharp gaze. I reply with a little glancing.

"What???"

"Do you have no sense of image?"

Deg

What am I supposed to answer? The same question, coming out of my mother's mouth I only answered with a smile. But this time Ardi could not just accept a smile in response.

"It's been almost three years, Gie, your figure doesn't feel anything?"

I'm still silent. If I answer, I'm afraid Ardi has a loophole to hunt me down with new questions.

Ardi looked at me without blinking.

"Don't look at me like that, Ar. Scary tofu!"

My protest felt puffed up. But Ardi looks really serious.

"Honestly, Gie. What do you think of Citra?"

"How's what?" I'm still trying to avoid.

Take a look out of the page. Red water guava trees and kelenkeng line up there, lush, cool. The courtyard with the stone order of times, classic.

"Gies. We're grown men, don't you feel anything at all about the image? Come on, Bro, you know that Citra has a taste for you?"

I sighed, my chest was in pain. I don't know, you're gonna feel this turmoil, Laras.

"Ar, I feel unworthy of Citra. He is a good person in my opinion, what he does is also sincere, not expecting anything from me, including ..."

Ardi's waiting. Back I'm getting my coffee chilled.

"What's in, Gie?"

I put my coffee cup that had been toileted on top of his napan. I felt Ardi's eyes still staring at my movements.

"Including the same taste for Laras, I can't give it to Citra, Ar."

My voice is slow, but I'm sure Ardi heard it clearly.

Silent.

There was a cheerful chatter of Ghifa who turned 3 years old. My little girl has become a part of this family.

"Gie, Citra's been waiting for you for almost 3 years. I remember very well he came and met you on my wedding day,"

I lowered my head, toying with the bright embroidery jug of the guest table cover.

"He may still be able to hold on to wait for you, but don't you feel sorry? She's Gie's girl, time will still age us."

My breath is heavy.

"Or do you have another bustle?" attack Ardi suddenly.

"Nga! You understand for yourself who I am. It's good for gebetan!"

"Hahaha said Sapto, there are also your coworkers who have a taste, ah you are too cute, Gie!"

"Ah, just Sapto who likes to mate!"

"Gie, your cold attitude will make many girls heartbroken, you know?!!"

"Haha ... Ar, you're overestimating!"

"What is the lack of image?"

I looked up at Ardi at a glance and then I put my back on the back of the chair.

"Nothing is less than Imagery, Ar. She was kind, beautiful, and Ghifa called her mama...."

"Well! What are you waiting for? Just let it go, continue your life, Gie! I'm sure, Laras wants this too!"

"Ah you! I don't deserve the image, he can get better than me!"

"The image wants to be the same as you, Gie!"

"Ardi, you know I can't give my race full to her! It's already Laras's, don't you think, it'll make him languish all his life?"

"Have you told Citra this?"

Ardi threw the chair cushion that I threw at him a while ago. I caught it, then I hugged the pillow tightly.

"I don't want to give her hope, I know what it's like to lose, Ar. I don't want Citra to feel the same way,"

My voice trembled, I suppressed all the poignant memories that wanted to dart. Ardi got up, then sat down beside me. I rubbed my shoulders quietly.

"That's Gie,"

Just then, a metallic car entered the courtyard of Ardi's house. The image came out of the car, her purple veil waving in the wind that suddenly blew.

"Partner?"

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