Love Word
Forced marriage
I'm standing right here
In the silence of twilight
Which bristles
Between the wind
Which makes me estranged
And it's getting further and further away from your lifespan
The flying seagull
Slurping foam on the beach
Sand grains that are waves
Sometimes the rhythm is jerking
Like a drum beating
A miss that cannot be linked
Though sometimes restless
Trying to open the veil of questioning
On the soot of restlessness of the heart
Who danced on the edge of instinct
Gita misses the rest
Beautifully strung framing the taste
From unraveling language
When everything is faint
This heart-felt love is able to accommodate the taste in silence
The meaning of love is summed up
Waiting when describing words
Maybe their amorous petals
Kala misses coming
But dusk's dusk disappeared
This eye light is alone
Will escape from the grasp
Where might continue to hope
The ripples of the tempest had rolled and broken
Shaking off doubts
The clink of time is scary
Because love is a question
And a reason for justification
When hesitant to step
When everything is faint
An often dubious honesty
What I should do
When the turmoil longs to sting the heart
The stars no longer shine
And only because of pity
Orange colored books are wide open. The clumsy hand that kept writing the silent verses now became a silent witness of his feelings. On a dark night full of stars. Mika smiled looking at the already shabby book.
The square next to her sounded her favorite song. He just ignored it all. Afraid of anything happening that he felt. Maybe a bad feeling or vice versa.
The sound of the square flat object made Mika inflamed annoyed, because at this time she needed calm instead of to be disturbed. Especially the problems that do not end in his current life.
He continued to look at the moon, which was currently greeting him, feeling the soothing smell of the night. The night is always quiet until it seems lonely without meaning, limited to wish it could be. Or just a sorrow.
The call again that makes Mika increasingly want to throw his phone that has been ringing since earlier, he saw a call coming from his best friend who he had not met for a long time.
“Halo!!"
No answer from there.
The goal sounded a dull sound. "Assalamualaikum, dear Mika yuhuuuu..” shouted the woman from across there to make Mika keep HP a few inches. His ears were already buzzing with pain due to the sound of toa from his old friend.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, what's up, Nai? Nelfon nights like this no work?” mika asked to try out her best friend.
“Aish ... Sewot very Neng. I just want to call you when I can't. Very same pulse!” ngegas Naisha over there.
“Gue is serious. What's up?”
The one asked even giggled there, Mika who heard it increasingly sewed Naisha's behavior that made her rise in high blood. “What's up, huh?” Mika repeated the question.
Again and again Naisha just laughed out loud over there because it managed to make Mika angry. Mika's pain is growing and the suspect is her best friend.
“Ka...”.
No time Naisha wanted to tell something by phone Mika directly turned off her phone. He doesn't like it when Naisha just makes him angry.
Mika now doesn't care about the calls on her phone. Now all it takes is a pretty sleep instead of having to argue with Naisha.
***
"YESY!!! WAKEUP...!!"
"OOOI ... MIKA CEPET GET UP....!!!"
Naisha's shout was very successful in waking up Mika who was still puffing lazily under her blanket.
"Call me!!" Mika's rude snort was upset. He glanced at the wall clock of his room. It was five in the morning.
"Why do you go to the house early in the morning blind gini? Want to eat? There, call Mbok Inem!" said Mika origin while rubbing her eyes.
“Nak!" Naisha squeaks Mika's cheek. "Bg ... You must have forgotten. We'll make a promise to jog together. You get ready,” levy Naisha keki.
Mika was silent, she was digesting the sentence her best friend said. "Oh yes, I forgot," He chuckled while scratching his head which did not itch.
Naisha could not help but glance towards Mika. Showing her charming dimples. The sleepy Mika did not care about Naisha and yawned many times.
"Pick wash your face there." Naisha pulls Mika's arm and pushes her to the bathroom in her room. He did not want the plan to cancel again, four times the jogging plan was canceled just because Mika was difficult to get up early.
“Gue hasn't changed clothes. Lo get out there!” pekik Mika closed the bathroom door.
Naisha according to Mika said that she immediately ran to the living room of her best friend's house. Mika and Naisha. Like heaven and earth. Complement each other in togetherness and friendship despite having different personalities. For six years they have been bound in a beautiful bond called friendship.
Mika knew him in the 1st grade of Junior High. They were found in the same class. Naisha is a shy and quiet child. But Mika's presence makes him turn into a confident child. Although these two jomblowati are close friends, they differ in stature. Naisha is mature, petite, straight-haired and black. While Mika is taller than Naisha, fair-skinned, short-shoulder blond.
***
"Which kid? Said too!"
With a gray tank top wrapped in a cream sweater, as well as knee-length jeans and sneakers are ready for jogging. However, Mika does not find Naisha's whereabouts in her house as she said earlier.
Mika's out of the house. And sure enough, not far from her house, Naisha was having a conversation with a guy her age. Without waiting any longer, Mika immediately approached the two.
"Hi, Ka. Still want me?" The guy also made his voice.
Mika did not answer. His eyes pinched, watching the man standing in front of him from face to toe. I don't know why Mika didn't recognize him.
"It's me Alhan, Ka." The man who claimed to be named Alhan answered Mika's confusion.
"Alhan's? Em ... Alhan Naisha's best friend?" ask Mika to make sure.
"Yaps, you really, Ka. He has returned from Singapore so it is more handsome," said Naisha.
"God!" Mika elbow rough arms Naisha.
"What the hell, Ka! Isn't that right, Alhan is more handsome?"
Alhan chuckled with Naisha's praise. "Ah, could you, Nai."
"Lo's on vacation, Al?" ask Mika.
"Gue's settled here again, Ka. I miss Indonesia, especially Jakarta. My house is the same house, behind the lo complex. I am also at the same college as you. Well, same class as Naisha." Alhan's crisp laughter was heard in silence this morning.
Naisha's vision was not wrong. Alhan is much more handsome than he used to be. His body used to be skinny and now looks dashing. His teeth are no longer there and look neater. Naisha prefers her old teeth. The posture is more mature and mature. Only, Alhan is not perfect like the princes in the fairyland.
Alhan is also a human who has a deficiency, namely he is very phobic in insects of the order Blattodea or often known cockroaches. Same with Mika. Not disgusted or hateful, but they are both equally afraid of pests that consist of approximately 3,500 species in 6 families.
Once in the 3rd grade of Junior High, Alhan who was bullied by his classmates. His lunchbox was filled with cockroaches to scream in fear and from then on he did not wear the box anymore. Mika only shuddered in horror when she heard the story from Naisha, because at that time Mika was not in class with them.
Naisha and Alhan have been friends since 3rd grade Elementary until now. Although not as close as Naisha, Mika often makes others familiar with her. Now, they also look like old friends even though Alhan went for 4 years to Singapore.
Two people were soon reunited was busy chatting and nostalgic, since a few seconds ago Naisha felt not considered his presence by them. Really he could no longer see the interaction between old friends that plastered in front of him. Naisha decided to immediately leave from there, have you ever felt like being involved in the conversation but not ignored?