Nandithas
BECOME SEA

The exhausting day has passed. After dinner together in the mother's family, Nandita and the others intend to return home. However, the younger cousin who had been struggling with Malikha, cried hysterically as soon as he knew the cousin he rarely met was about to leave.

"Stay here, pity Jihan. This is your home too." Sayu o'm Alan to Malikha.

"Sir ..." That's the only thing that came out of the youngest's mouth. He asks Nandita for help.

"As far as you deck, you want to?"

"I really want to, brother, but how the same mother?" Malikha is still doubtful. He is happy to be able to play himself as a brother. His words are heard, obeyed, and considered mature. Unlike at home, he who is the youngest child is always considered a child and is treated like a child.

"Let's call your mother." Om Alan cut off the unrest in Malikha's heart.

After a while, the call is connected. And as expected, father and mother allowed Malikha to stay there. Accompanying his 5-year-old cousin.

While Gunadh and Nandita had to return, because tomorrow morning they had to return to the city.

"Om, Dita same mas Gunadh said yes. Tomorrow if there's a day off, we'll play here again. Please deliver Malikha tomorrow, because Dita can't pick up."

"Yes, you guys be careful. Tell me to sleep here won't." Alan answered.

"Cape tomorrow back and forth om, no preparation as well." Nandita said again.

They're on the way to the main door. Waving his hands when he entered the car and the four wheels were ready to leave the yard.

"Haaaah is relieved, all is well." Nandita said as they had just entered the main road.

Gunadh just smiled in response to his lover's words.

His mind is still in a dilemma. Should he tell the problems faced with the child, or he kept it to himself.

Gunadh does not want Nandita to feel guilty and even back down because of Namira's attitude. He does not want to lose his love again. Although undeniable, Namira's statement weighed on his mind as well. His son rejected a new figure present in their lives.

Should he give up? Or can he be a little selfish? All this time he focused on Namira's happiness, giving his only child the best right he could. Work hard so that the princess does not lack anything.

"Mas ... Mrs Gunadh!" Nandita patted her shoulder softly.

The girl spoke but got no response. And now even saw the man who was driving was staring blankly at the road that was passed.

"Ah yes yank ... Sorry for the lack of focus." He said, looking to the left side. Where the girl he loved stared telisik.

"Mas again nyetir you know, his mind is not going anywhere, danger knows. I don't want to die young." Oceh Nandita's.

Quiescent

there was no response from Gunadh.

"Yet there's a problem? Why don't the rich focus on what I'm talking to?" Nandita asked softly. Fear makes the person being asked feel uncomfortable.

Gunadh breathed heavily. It is hard to express what he feels now.

"Wouldn't we go home a little late? We're going to muter-muter first." His request to Nandita, without answering the lover's question.

The girl glanced at the left wrist where the sweet circular time pointer was there.

"By my mom, I'll call you first. Let's not wait for it." He said then took the phone from his bag, after seeing the time still pointing at 20:15

Nandita felt that Gunadh was having problems but the man was not used to telling stories with other people. She knew it, because she was a girl who was not used to telling other people. Only his parents, and that was rare.

"We go to yuk beach, near here there is a very good beach at night. Because a lot of fishermen around who started to go down at this hour"

"Down?"

"I mean go to sea, find fish." Clearly again.

Gunadh's mouth forms the letter O without sound.

Gunadh followed where Nandita pointed.

After a while, they found a safe place to park.

"Here you are," take him after he first gets out of the car. The sea breeze hit his face and hair that was pigtailed original.

Gunadh followed, took his girl's hand, then they stepped in hand.

Seen some fishermen have prepared themselves towards the middle of the sea. Others helped propel the boat.

"Dude, the atmosphere is calm, cool air, and the pounding waves make our minds relax." Nandita said, as their bodies stopped by the beach. With both hands he stretched out, his eyes closed and slowly scooped up as much air as he could, then exhaled slowly as well.

They stepped back, away from the fishing boats. Looking for a quieter place but still seen one or two people passing by.

They sat a little away from the waves and sea water.

"First, the first time I liked the ocean atmosphere at night, was when Scout Camp was High School time. Coincidentally his camp place is near the beach. Every night for four days, me and the others always make activities on the beach. But I, who don't really like crowds, often sneak away on my own. Enjoying the waves chasing each other, seeing the lights of the fishing boat that appeared to sink in the middle of the waves, creating tranquility in my heart." Nandita reminisces about High School.

Gunadh was still silent, staring at the lover who looked more beautiful because of the full light.

"After that time, whenever I have a mind load that I cannot share with others, I will share it with the sea. I believe, although I will not get an answer, but the complexity that we have shared with the sea, will give empty space to the heart and mind. So new ideas emerge and new solutions are created."

He then looked at Gunadh, who was sitting next to him with both hands resting on bent knees.

"Mas need time to vent the same sea?" Nandita seriously asked, but she slipped a witty smile so that Gunadh would not feel offended.

The man smiled faintly, not many people understood him. So far only Satya the assistant and Nandita can feel the turmoil of his heart. Even with his parents, Gunadh never spoke from heart to heart too deeply.

"Thank you, you always understand without having to explain what you feel. Thank you for accepting mas with all the complexities of life that mas lakoni." Gunadh grabs Nandita's hand back, playing a ring around the girl's ring finger. Gently gazing at the beautiful face that was covered in starlight.

"Can you be selfish for once? Achieving happiness that is never really a mas of taste, without having to think of a wounded heart.

Can you just be a normal human once? An imperfect human being who can sometimes disappoint others?" The look in Gunadh's eyes radiated soul fatigue.

There is a void that he tries to cover, but he is still a breathing creature created by God.

There was a fragment of his rebellious heart, breaking down all the walls he had built, revealing his true identity.

That he was just an ordinary man. They can be tough but fragile too. Which can be upright challenging, but not infrequently he fell. He can be a crutch, but he also needs a backrest.

Nandita leaned on Gunadh's shoulder. Circling the right hand on the man's arm, while his left hand stroked gently and repeated the burly muscle.

He could feel what Gunadh was feeling. Covering the wound with laughter is not easy. Standing up straight with feet full of blood is not easy. Being a listener to others, but closing your ears to yourself is painful.

"We are human beings ... Doing the best we can does not mean we have to be perfect. Give laughter to others, but don't forget, we have a soul that must be happy. Because no one in the world is responsible for us but ourselves."

Nandita lifted her head from Gunadh's shoulder. Gently stroked the man's face feelingly.

"We've come this far. Don't feel alone anymore. I'm willing to be the sea for the share mas."

Shady eyes, giving a sense of comfort to Gunadh.

"It doesn't have to be the sea. Just stand by your side, smile, laugh, give color to your gray life. That's enough. Then this heart will expand, this soul will no longer rebel."

Gunadh still does not want Nandita to know what the burden of his mind is.

Why is he so weak? Over the years he was able to control everything well. When his parents died with a company that was almost bankrupt, he could.

But at that time he lived with a Sapphira who never cared whether he ate or not? Sleep enough or not? What is clear, the monthly money must remain, not be less even if it can be more.

Although his struggle led to betrayal by Sapphira, he was still able to survive, giving a decent life for his only child.

But now, just that Namira disagreed with Nandita, she fretted like this.

"This is my future husband." Nandita Goda.

" No need for friends to confide in" he said." Continue with a witty smile. Trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Mas is not used to express feelings through words. This is it, ever since you know me it feels like you've been talking a lot."

"Who am I? Tell me all this time I've been wearing a mask, and only now open the original."

"You're chatty mas so hottie. I used to be quiet, calm, charismatic, ..."

"A proud, haughty, rich banana tree has a heart but no heart." Nandita made Gunadh's eyes glare sharply.

"Udah began to dare you yes yank ..." Gunadh tickled Nandita's waist making the girl wriggle and laugh.

Sufficiently

This kind of happiness is enough for Gunadh. Nandita's carefree laughter was able to blow away the heartbreak that Gunadh felt.