He'S Not You
Chapter 25

Paying attention to every movement of cooking saddam, there was no difficulty for the man holding a sharp knife to peel vegetables and kitchen spices.

Every step of Saddam could not be separated from the eyes of Lintang waiting for him to sit at the pantry table, although the face of Saddam was invisible.

Let any material taken saddam in the refrigerator. Can only observe without helping the man. Mumbled with his heart and logic. Denying what's inside his head.

He's not the same.

He's different.

He's not you, is he?

" Are you thinking of something?" Saddam asked, looking back, when he accidentally saw Lintang contemplating.

" Hmm, no." Realizing to hear Saddam's voice, the man was right in front of him with a smile.

" Don't dream? Not good, it's late at night. How will it be later?" Imbabya, pat Lintang head before returning again struggling with his cooking.

Surprised, of course surprised. Not because of his words. But because of Saddam's attitude just now.

Patting his head gently. Like the... She, who had also always treated him first. patted his fist gently and smiled sweetly at him.

Only he dared to do it, and now, there was another man in common doing it to him.

Same, but not him.

Fast-beating Latitude heart, eyes seemed unable to escape from the wide back in front of him. Condensed Latitude's eyes, as if the man was him, whom he had longed for.

Standing up from his seat, walked without batting an eye toward the man where it stood upright behind him.

Biting her lips, watching that wide back that might be the same as her, if the man she loved was still there.

Slowly Latitude advanced, without hesitation, without thought, without denying any more.

Saddam was surprised, his hands stopped stirring vegetables in a pot when someone leaned on his back.

There was a sound of bated crying, a back that began to get wet from teardrops until he wanted to turn to face him, but was held back by the words of the woman who leaned her head on his back.

" Let me be like this for a second." Lirih Lintang. held onto Saddam's two waists, without allowing the man to turn in front of him.

For a moment, he wanted to feel it. Feeling his back to her leaned back and cried because, 'he' is always in yearning, which is always in his heart and makes him unable to turn away.

Saddam let Lintang cry leaning on his back, letting his back be a backrest for the strong woman who had no idea why he was suddenly so sweet tonight.

There was something in Lintang, something fragile in the slow cry of this woman, so she just did not feel ashamed to show herself.

" I need you, I need you satya!" He said, in a lintang talk about the name of the man he loved very much.

The man he longed for his shoulders to lean on, to strengthen his fragile heart, for him to share grievances.

The back is the same as the man he loves and the eyes are the same as they are.

But it wasn't him.

Not the one he always misses, not the one in his past. There was only a new man who could make Lintang cry like 'him'. And let it be a backrest for her to roar at this moment.

The name was again heard by Saddam from the latitude lips, the name of the man mentioned in the cry of this woman. Who was that man to the Latitude so needed him. And where the man is now, until there is no time for the woman leaning back to cry on his back.

So much for Saddam to ask Lintang, so much for Saddam to calm him down, embrace him, give strength to this fragile woman behind his back. Just because of Latitude, it needs 'her'.

Saddam could not, the grip of the hand on his waist seemed to forbid him to turn around and want to spill all the roaring cries on his back alone.

Saddam could only stand still, blowing Lintang crying on his back as a backrest. With a heart that is heart thumping and sad.

Satisfied Lintang cried in the backrest of Saddam, slowly he took off his hand from Saddam's waist, his head back straight to see the man's back wet from his tears.

" I'm sorry, if I've been presumptuous leaning on the pung-." Latitude Speech

" Are you calm now." Sela Saddam, turn on Latitude.

" Yes." Yeah." He looked up to look at Saddam.

Yeah, a little bit of Latitude calmness when leaning on Saddam's back. Spilling all the feelings that he had been alone without sharing to others, except 'he' people in his past. But now, there was another man who was just like 'he' so comfortable to back up his grievances.

And realize, if the man is not him. Until Lintang will no longer dare to lean his complaints there. Although he wanted to.

" Want to eat now, will you wash your face first?" Tawar Saddam, did not want to discuss what happened to this woman in front of him.

Because Saddam knew that Lintang was not a woman who could just tell others about her past.

Lintang proved to cry and only said once by mentioning the name of satya and need it. Without saying anything on his lips.

Perhaps, Lintang held back his words. Holding what he wants to say in his heart. Because of him, not Satya.

Rubbed his face with two hands, not expecting he had to cry in front of a gm where he worked.

" I'm gonna wash my face first." Lintang said, realizing it would be a very sad moment tonight.

" Hmm, I'm waiting." Saddam said, smiling makes Lintang smile.

Paying attention to the latitude towards the bathroom, exhaling softly felt pity for the Latitude who was now trying to be fine in front of him.

Hopefully, hopefully, what is a problem Lintang quickly improves and of course the woman can smile like Ferdi said to her.

Yes, only Ferdi, the foundation's board, knows about the Lintang story. About that woman. And Saddam, want to know the story of the mass then the latitude to him later.

Inside the bathroom, Lintang looked at herself in the reflection of the mirror. Eyes slightly swollen from crying that he had never felt in someone's backrest for a long time.

The backrest was just like the man in his past, Calming. But it was not the man she loved, but rather the new man in her neighborhood. A man who knows how to always be there when he wants to be alone.

Never asked, but he offered. Can't refuse, even if it denies that it shouldn't happen.

" Please Latitude, Please! He's not Satya, he's not the one you love. He's someone else, he's someone else Latitude!" He muttered to himself, returning to tears.

Crying distinguishes Saddam and Satya, which are clearly not the same. But the taste was the same in the man of his past.

Removing tears, inhaling oxygen as deep as it is and exhaling it slowly. Can't cry, yes Lintang can't cry.

He had to make a decision, even if it was crazy for himself.