Leaning Sweet Me
I want you
A few days passed, life went by. But as Farrel's busy life began to take its time, his mind on Metta was divided with the obligations he had to fulfill.
Because of his busyness, Farrel can only send chat messages that he never once replied to. Until when passing through the general division building hoping to just see it. But nature has not allowed it.
Metta had returned home, worked as usual and ignored anything related to Farrel. Ignoring the chat and ringing calls from him.
Trying to forget? no, this time Metta chose to make peace with destiny. Because his failure this time was his sacrifice in the name of Love.
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I'll ignore it
My wish wolf
So that you calm down with her
I bet
All my bodies
For your sake star
Let me reach you
Hugged you
Indulge you
Sleep in my arms
In my arms
Let me postpone
All my desires
Don't own yourself
For all
Tlah implied
You are mine
let me reach you
Hugged you
Pampering
Sleep in my arms
In my arms
In my arms
Let me reach you
Hugged you
Indulge you
Sleep in my arms
In my arms
In my arms
Until you dreamt of me,
Dreaming of us,
Dreaming of us
Don't you ever wake up, please,
From your sleep,
In my arms
Star (Anima)
Metta's hearing faintly heard the voice of the middle man singing. Excerpt from an acoustic guitar accompanies the soft vocals of the driver.
Metta, who had been locked up from work until she fell asleep, reached for the phone she had placed on the table.
"Andra can sing too the boy" He pointed his eyes at the flat object that had been lit in his hand, making sure he was not dreaming.
The clock is still not too late, until Metta took a sitting position by leaning his back and head on the back of the bed, messing with mobile phones and surfing in cyberspace. His lips muttered along following the vocalist who was singing.
Curiosity began to whistle when Andra's old voice long ago sounded so melodious.
"The feeling of the boy is not.." his voice choked instantly, as his memories could only be gathered.
"Andra doesn't like singing very much, the boy will like playing games" muttered Metta.
He then went down from the bed, walked towards the door and then held the handle of the door to get out. But Metta hadn't pulled the door open yet, and she was pushed a few steps back.
"Awcs.." Metta rubbed her banged forehead. Then he turned to someone who puffed his head behind the door.
" Andra, you're crazy what..?"
"Cx, spit and sister coming out, the guy is noisy. Don't tell me you want to deliberately wait for the sealbum first, you just want to come out, huh?" andra was upset.
Metta who doesn't understand just frowned, "Willfully what the hell.."
"Look at yourself" Andra pointed outward, and Metta spontaneously followed the direction his sister had pointed.
Degs..
"Farrul.."
Farrel who felt his name being called puffed his head, carved a smile as sweet as he could on his face, looked at the woman he so longed for, wanted to run to hug her, hold her, even kiss her right then and there.
But the feeling was able to be held back, remembering the message and advice from the mother who strengthened her steps. Farrel approached after he kept his guitar on the couch. Slowly but surely he stepped, his eyes were only on women who wore pajama suits with Doraemon limited to the knee, with hair tied in ponytails. And of course without makeup even now face the pillow because it just woke up.
Metta blinked, her lashes moving up and down with a longing gaze directed at her. His face was hot and blushed like a mirror above the coals.
Eagerly ran to greet him with open arms, slipping his head into the recesses of his neck and taking off the longing that had lingered all this time.
Again they refrain, so as not to be mired in the same hole, keeping each other a reminder of themselves.
"Sister.." The voice of the call that he had so long missed.
Metta replied with a heart of hearts "Hem.."
"Are you okay?"
The first thing Farrell always said when he met. "Yes I'm fine"
"No.no.I'm not okay, I even want to be angry when I see you embrace other women" said Metta.
"What a bummer,"
"Ah.shit"
The word only became a monologue, Metta choked like a thorn.
"Do I look not well" Metta spread her arms,
"I'm alive, I can still breathe and I'm getting beautiful.hahha" she said confidently.
"Jeez, what the hell am I talking about.."
Farrel pulled the corner of his lips up, "Son is getting adorable, I'd love to hug my sister"
Metta was shocked by Farrel's to the point speech.
"How could he say so easily"
"What do you want to do here, go home, I don't want to get into trouble anymore"
"Aren't you sure you told me to go home?"
"Here" Metta pushed Farrel's body to the doorstep.
"But there's something I need to talk about brother"
"I don't want to, just sanaaa..."
"But I'm not done talking, brother"
"There's nothing we should talk about Farrel"
"Sister hasn't even listened to me yet"
"I don't want to hear anything"
They push each other, pushing each other, defending their egos. Until Deheman's voice was heard, and they turned toward the voice.
"Mother.."
"If there is a problem that is talked about well, find your way out that's why, like a boy. instead of pushing each other, the problem will be solved alone."
Farrel and Metta bowed, like a student who was caught skipping school, Metta stepped closer to her mother.
"But I don't have a problem with him ma'am"
"Sister seems angry at me ma'am" Metta opened her eyes at Farrel who was behind her. Gave the code for Farrel to shut up.
"Will you help this mother-in-law" Farrel said, staring at Sri, as if looking for support.
"What do you want this time Farrel?" metta Sentak.
Farrel chuckles "I want a sister"
"You sit down, and speak well. Don't set a bad example for your sister Sha"
"Yes mom.." Metta finally relented, closing her eyes for a moment, then exhaling violently.
"We talked outside" Metta stepped into a chair in front of the house, and Farrel followed behind.
Silent..
"Don't you also understand what your mother said Farrel?" metta's voice sounded slow, she was afraid to be heard by all her family members.
"I just follow my heart"
"I told you this wouldn't work"
"Successfully, if you want,"
Metta turned towards Farrel who was looking at him.
"What do you think, why don't you understand"
Farrel grabbed Metta's hand and grabbed it, pulled it and kissed her gently. With eyes so sad.
"I'm just thinking about my sister"
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