Grasping
The Part 68
The sun appears to warm the soul. The wailing of the night had passed changing new hopes. His smile welcomed the spirit.
Suffering is able to be knocked out for a while.
Although the sun fiber is still vague in the eastern horizon, the cold slowly take off the morning, does not make it melurung intention. Women use silver pasmina, plain white shirt paired with a mere foot-stamp skirt so gracefully wrapped his synthetic body. In a new spirit he stretched the gap of the sun, climbing every inch of the poultice. Shouldering his tireless shoulders. His mind is forced to mature when faced with problems, but he cannot give up. There is a new life that he must fight for.
Given that, he tried to come to terms with destiny, believing in the Living Owner that there would be wisdom behind everything that befell him.
Arriving at the point of sale, the graceful woman immediately prepared merchandise to hang in front of her small shop. Once all is done, he just needs to wait for the buyer to come. However, the day is too early, so that no beach visitors have come. To get rid of boredom, Niar took the time to doodle the empty book. In a piece of paper, in the stroke of a pen he revealed everything he felt, including writing who owned the shade.
When the sun shines with the heat, many visitors begin to fill the stretch of sand on the beach, some approach the store Niar to buy merchandise in the form of souvenirs, clothing typical of the area is also a snack that is favored by children. The first day of opening the store made Niar give thanks. Thank God, today there is sustenance, inshaallah barokah that he can bring home. A bright smile did not disappear adorning his oval face.
"Thank you, yes, smart boy," Niar told the little boy who bought one of his trade snacks.
"Together, Beautiful Aunt," replied the eleven-year-old boy.
"Eh .. small-small flirtatious, yes." Niar was aghast but one second later smiled as he shook his head. Feeling funny that a child of that age is good at seducing. But A
the boy walked away by running away.
•
It felt like a day passed so quickly, until dusk returned to Alun-Alun Ujung Kulon Beach. It was time for the tired-faced woman to pack up the merchandise.
"Bak, buy mineral water one."
"Yes, be tall for a moment" Niar replied without knowing who was standing in front of his shop.
Niar who turned his back on the man immediately turned his back. "Mas, uh, rese!" niar said when he found Sakky standing at the door and was holding back laughter. Finally the man's laughter broke. Sakky nodded while holding his stomach.
Not long after that laughter. "Sampek new afternoon packing?"
"Yes, thank God today is quite rame, dear if you have to close early."
Sakky approaches and helps Niar lift up the clothes from the front of the store and is carried inside. "Mas must be tired of just getting home from work. Let Niar be the one who's finished."
"What's up, if this is a little doang. Mas is more kasian if young pregnant women should be exhausted from selling alone."
Niar smiled, the man named Sakky was indeed very kind, the young man's smile felt warm. However, it was no more than the warmth of a brother towards a sister. It was not like Yusha's smile towards her that was able to ignite a heart tremor. Ah ... why compare two completely different men.
"This abbis want to go straight home or wait for dusk to disappear?" ask Sakky who started poulting with Niar's wishes.
Sakky paused the activity for a moment, he scrutinized Niar's radiant face in a smile. 'I'm glad to see you smile a lot. Not like the first time you came, my house almost flooded because of your tears. You are a strong woman, able to rise despite bearing heavy burdens alone. I curse the man who made you SUFFER alone.'
"Mas, I made coffee for a while, yeah. Go there first, let me lock the shop."
"No ah, we're together. Cepet if you want to make coffee, I wait in front."
"okay."
How long Niar has re-read the two cups of coffee that still puffed hot steam with the aroma of black coffee that out beat the smell of chocolate milk.
After Niar exits, Sakky quickly locks the shop door and gives the key to Niar. "Come," he asked. The two walked slowly to the rocks on the edge of the beach, which is now a favorite place for both of them to spend the rest of the day watching the twilight come down to the contest.
"Niar, is it until now that the man has not contacted you?"
"Where to call, the phone's not on yet." Niar twirled a cup containing chocolate milk for his hand toys. With the netra watching the orange founder who is still showing a charming color. "What do I expect even if he calls me? My relationship is over, Mom."
Feeling bitter when saying 'my relationship is over' from that short sentence forced him to accept the fact that he and Yusha have no ties other than the prospective child who is still a blob. However, Mahendra's words when forcing Yusha to divorce her made the heart squeezed firmly, so determined not to return even if there are seeds that thrive. He wanted to disappear from the sight of those who had inflicted wounds.
Kindness like anything seems priceless because it is closed in degrees. He wants to be successful, he wants to show a new state in front of everyone, that the degree can be sought. But the goodness of a person cannot be bought.
•
At 11pm, Yusha suddenly woke up. The man was stunned at himself when he wanted a bowl of meatballs complete with crisp dumplings. Though previously he had never liked small round-shaped food with the smell of strong sauce.
"Ah, just weird! Maybe because of the dream so want to eat it," he said to himself and tried to ignore his desire that appeared suddenly. The body is back on the ground, the eyes are again forced to shut. However, the more he did not want to care, he felt very wanted.
"Damn!" his curse is directly raised.
"Why the hell, lately want a strange? Is there something wrong with me?" Yusha felt strange himself. The man walked towards the walk on close to pick up the leather jacket he would wear to ward off the cold of the night breeze.
Busy hands pressing the buttons on the phone screen. "Yo, accompany me out for a meatball trader's nyari. I want to eat that again!"
"Did? It's my Yushaka temen isn't it, anyway?" Over there Reo was shocked.
"Not much protest! Me or tomorrow I'm going to tell you the same owner of the hospital."
"Eh, what the fuck is this package ngancem everything! Now I'm sure it's my friend, Yushaka Demitri. He is the demennya ngancem. But, you don't go crazy, Bray! Middle malem bother me just tell nemenin you eat meatballs?! Mending istigfar first, geh."