My Beloved Perjaka
Go home to come back

"Would the mistress begin to regulate the amount of calories and fat that the mistress consumes!" The quiet baritone voice made me lift my face with a lascivious voice.

"Joe, did you forget something?" ask me and bite mendoan. "He once said I should forget about calories and it's noon. What's wrong, Joe. A cup of rawon is not wrong!" I continued to spend raw meat that I bought in east Java.

The sound of the iron chair being pulled back caused me to catch my breath. I drank iced oranges and wiped the edges of my mouth with a tissue before looking at Joe. Remember her? The security guard who guards Abhimanyu? I pulled him in as my personal bodyguard.

Joe smiled faintly. "Life is indeed the mistress' choice, but going from home for no apparent reason for two years causes one man to keep looking for a mistress at home and all the clinics! Isn't that sad?"

I clenched my hands under the table.

"He's been successful, Joe. For what's more, she's dancing for me." I said emotionally. "I'm happy enough that he became a singer and an artist. I can't possibly bother him anymore. You know the reason. The more famous he is, the storm at the peak of his fame will falter if any journalist finds out he's meeting a widow."

Maybe at this time I still love, but it is impossible to repeat the meeting after two years I traveled in many countries and major cities in Indonesia. A lot has changed from him and me.

I'm fatter, my skin's burnt out because I've been freer over the last two years. Seeking the pleasures of a world I rarely enjoy on the run from the affections I endure.

"Nothing is better than a meeting if I become Abhimanyu or mistress maybe?" Joe smiled. "That's beautiful, because on top of the success of an Abhimanyu Julian Rudolf there's now a mistress and a mayo gang behind it."

Joe opened the leather bag he was carrying after returning home to pick up some documents and my clothes. I deliberately did not invite Aunt Marni let her at home to accompany Abhimanyu if the man came.

"Fifty million from Abhimanyu and a love letter." Joe held out a white envelope to me with a reassuring smile.

I accept it with a heavy heart. Fifty million is nothing but my pride in him for the achievements he pursued alone without a good support system. Maybe with Brigitta? I don't know for sure because I only chose information about his education and his progress regarding the entertainment world. All this time he kept his promise to me. Now I without him can only remember the times of our meeting well and wisely.

"Share with Abhimanyu's bodyguards and Marni's aunt." I returned the envelope after separating it from Abhimanyu's letter.

Joe nodded, his hand pulled out two pieces of tissue and gave them to me.

"Repent?" ask Joe. "This duration is enough to thicken the feelings of Abhimanyu and mistress. Go home, face it."

I wiped my tears. Two years Abi, two years I live with your shadow. Especially as far as I see the number of men who come and go in my life, all perfect with the excellence and uniqueness of each, except you. You are not perfect, just like me.

"I'm just overwhelmed." I argued as I packed up quickly because there wasn't much time here. These few days the situation forced me to move around.

"Narendra's people are still looking for me, Joe?"

"Still, madam. They are as restless as Abhimanyu."

I intercepted a conventional cab, "Go to my hotel to check out, after that check your email, Joe." I threw my backpack into the passenger seat.

I took a breath and looked around. "Joe, I don't want to deal with Narendra's people" I said seriously.

"I take care of as much as possible, madam!"

The doubtful tone rattled me all the way to the train station under the twilight sky at the end of the day. It felt like I really did not want to read the letter from Abhimanyu, for months I had to make peace and run as much as possible to avoid meeting. Only once did I see her from a distance as she became the singer of an event.

Slalu was handsome, and his voice was still capable of shaking my heart. The vibrations made me convulse in tears of longing.

The taxi arrived at the train station parking lot, I handed the driver some money and rushed down to buy a ticket.

***

Aunt Marni smiled patiently to welcome me in the mid-dawn air on the porch of the house. I haven't known for a long time what it's like to relax on this terrace. I left in a hurry after that night there was a debate with a Malay gang in Bali.

"Mrs coming home to pack again?" ask aunt Marni with a sad face.

"No." I shook my head, "I'm home, aunt. I really went home." I said as I touched both of his arms.

Aunt Marni hugged me like a mother who missed her child. I'm happier, there's still someone waiting for me here.

"Aunties haven't cooked much in a long time, so what do you want to eat?" Aunt Marni puts warm tea on the table, living room.

I laughed amusedly. How many times this place Abhimanyu sat in and how many times aunt Marni had to serve him.

"Anything, Bi. Bentar, favorite food of mama and papa aja." I asked after a thought.

Aunt Marni turned our heads the entrance slowly opened. Joe, sigh with his disheveled face.

"Where else is madam going?" Joe pushed a big suitcase into the house.

"Rest! I'm tired." I lifted my leg and laid down on the sofa. I stared at the ceiling of the house I missed. "I still don't dare read a letter from Abhimanyu, Joe. Even when I saw him many times on the train, my hand was still able to hide again."

Aunt Marni stroked my hair. "Abimanyu often stayed here, Nyah. In the room nyonyah if he wait nyonyah with the pretext of tomorrow Aunt Bella home aunty, I wait until tomorrow morning."

That feeling coagulated again in my chest. I smiled with relief. "But I don't care, unless he's single."

"Then read the letter from Abhimanyu, madam. Or do I need to read it?" sahut Joe's.

I'm turning. "Can." I reached into the jacket pocket. "Please."

Joe took a breath, "Coffee first, Bi!"

"Ready!"

I folded my arms and instantly lost my direction again. Abhimanyu, how are you?

I closed my eyes while hearing Joe start reading Abhimanyu's letter.

...***...

To, Aunt Bella.

^^^ I am waiting for you and expecting you to be okay wherever you are now. I respect whatever we've agreed and Auntie wants because I want us to be happy without having to be the 'us' that we're forced to be. ^^^

^^^Aante, I have no intention of playing Aunty with my presence that gives no certainty. Forgive me for that, I need my time and my time is done. I'm giving back what we promised. I also hope that a little Aunt I love will return this letter. ^^^

^^^Hail dear, Ian. ^^^