Grasping
The Part 58

Breath grasping longs, increasingly anchored to the sad. Only able to stare at a shadow, tricking the wishful thinking in the mortal.

The thunder of heart is slashed, tormented with the sound of your voice.

I'm here with lara, you're there happy. My mind is crazy, but I know your mind is just her.

Late at night, Niar's two eyes were still at home looking at the window of the room that was deliberately not closed, from the gap the net was able to penetrate the darkness of the night.

The net is very difficult to be closed, although the longer it feels heavy plus the condition of the body that is exhausted still he is awake. Hearts and minds never tire of thinking about people from the past. Mother, father, and .. father of the conceived baby also burden the mind. "I miss you" he whispered. I hope God delivers his whispers through the night wind.

Since his departure to this foreign city, he has not had time to turn on the mobile phone power. Even to contact Mr. Bejo, a ban was done. Niar wants to make peace with new circumstances, new places and new atmosphere. Trying to forget them, but in fact it was so difficult and he was more and more limped, trapped in longing.

It was only at 03:00 in the morning that increasingly burdensome eyes managed to shut down, forgetting all the burden of grief in the hope, tomorrow is better.

It felt like his tired eyes had closed not long ago, but it was open again. From the direction of the kitchen faintly heard a noise. The clock on the wall of the room was at half-five in the morning. Niar wakes up and sits down to make the bed, after which he goes to the kitchen.

"Mother" said Niar after reaching the kitchen door.

"Astagfirullah ... Nduk, just ngagetin." Mbok Jamu was surprised, one hand held over his chest and rubbed.

"Eum, I'm sorry, Mom, Niar ngagetin Mom," said Niar was not happy, with a guilty look he approached Mbok Jamu.

"What no. Mbok forgot if there is you, usually there is only Sakky who woke up until the measuring cup," replied Mbok Jamu with a warm smile. Niar returned a smile.

"What other mother?"

"Obviously, pound turmeric to make herbal medicine."

"Oh ...." Niar said, "I pray at dawn first, Mom, I'll help Mom in the kitchen." Niar rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take ablution.

Mbok Jamu nodded his head in response. It is heartless to feel flowery imagining Sakky - his only son - having a wife. Maybe every morning he won't be lonely and there will be someone to help cook the food. But the fact that made him annoyed was until the young man was 27 years old was still unmarried. And he rarely saw Sakky close to women. Looks more enjoyable alone.

Some time Niar has returned with a fresher face. The young woman took a knife and cut the smaller turmeric.

"Sir, do you still have a family?" Very slowly Mbok Jamu asked, not wanting to offend Niar, but curiosity continued to rise to know the origin of the poor girl.

"Still, Mom. Just ... For a while Niar wants to be alone."

"Bok knows you're in trouble, if you don't mind the same story, Mbok. Who knows, your mind is a little relieved. Nduk, pregnant people should not be much thought, it will affect your fetus."

"Thank you, Mom. Niar was lucky to meet Mas Sakky and Mom. There's a lot Niar thinks about ...." Finally Niar tells the burden of life experienced, he believes Mbok Jamu good people even more tender than his mother's treatment. Speaking of mother, he immediately remembered Sumiati. The tears managed to escape wetting the cheeks, re-remembered about them.

"It's more tragic than a flying fish soap opera, Le. Worry about the colonial era."

"Wuidih, terrible, Mbok! Whatan, anyway? Sakky's curious."

"Wes don't have to take care of this 'There's no need to take care of this', there, raup, ben rembesmu said 'Sana, wash your face, let the dirt on your face disappear."

Sakky stroked and walked to the bathroom shouting. "Mbok, make coffee, yeah."

"Ear, boy!" mad Mbok Jamu.

Niar smiled faintly watching Sakky and her mother's interaction, feeling warm and affectionate. Things he never felt from childhood until now. Can only be desired but not felt.

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At the residence of Yushaka Demitri Mahendra, early in the morning the sour-faced man had been well dressed and hurriedly left the house. Even the wife was still deep in the dream cradle, she had left without saying goodbye or leaving a message. I don't know where he's going.

The streets were too crowded even though the dawn had not yet appeared. Lips silent a thousand languages, he seemed to focus on looking at the streets. Occasionally grasping the handle of the steering wheel firmly, venting a vexation that did not know where it came from. Clearly, he lost something but couldn't voice it.

Do you feel like you lost Niar? It is not clear what he will answer, because until now still doubt that Niar has filled half his heart. He is not sure of his conclusion.

Yusha stopped the car in front of the two-story house. The house looked quiet, even the lights had not been turned off, still glowing around the house. While hiding the horn, the housekeeper quickly opened the gate and Yusha's car entered the yard.

Yusha rang the bell many times until the occupants of the house woke up forcibly following a rude swearing issued. "Damn, Damn!! What demons disturb my sleep!" Crudely cursing while opening the door. While Yusha without further ado directly into the house by pushing the door leaf widened.

"Gue know, the demon model moreover came to my house with an anarchist act! Damn, um!"

"Gue don't know also, how humans like you can be a doctor, even though your speech is like a teenager!" reply Yusha. He dropped himself on a long sofa by massaging the temple.

"Forget that! You're here for a problem. Wh why? Feeling heavy having a bini' two?" Reo laughed at Yusha's sour face. It's a poultice to guess, Yusha can't hide his baldness. But the man only gave a rude snort to respond.

Here ... at Reo's house, he wants to calm down. I don't know why I want to avoid Sheli. His heart made a firm grudge to blame the woman, but in reality could not argue more.

"Yesterday I was nyere'in Niar."

"What's? You're not kidding me, are you, Bray?" Reo was shocked to death. The man reflexively occupied Yusha's feet and the man screeched. "Damn it! You want to accept bokem!" garang Yusha's.

"Sorry-sorry. I'm too shocked, Bray."

Yusha pulled out a body and changed into a sitting. The man refuted his head with both hands. "Kok, I feel like I'm losing him. What's 'cause these few months I've been with him, so I feel like he's lost when he suddenly left like this?" yusha Curhat.