Naomi: Why There Must Be Love Among Us!
Part 2: Home of my soul.

The clock on the wall pointed to half eleven o'clock in the evening. The night had been this late, from the outside came a knock on the door. A knock that sounds loud and hasty. Inevitably it surprised someone who collapsed on the sofa, he jumped. He who was shocked was about to rise to his feet but someone had gone ahead first. Walk with long footsteps, to seem to move faster.

The door was opened a quarter, there was a face looking outwards, not until a second a smile spread across his lips. Honey the smile was not welcoming, which on the outside sizzled irritably. The door was opened wide. The one outside snuggled in, walked in hurriedly, the two suitcases he had left at the door, he kept walking, turned right and went into the restroom. The door closed with a loud bang.After a few minutes later he came out with a feeling of relief.

The person who collapsed on the sofa responded with a head shake. "I think I ate wrong, Om." he said, rubbing his big round stomach.

"Why not understand" asked the man called Om earlier. "I want to make a surprise." Said the distended stomach opening its eyes. "Kang, the suitcase has not been entered yet," The distended stomach turned his gaze to the person sitting not far from him.

"That's what the hell!? What clothes are bricks!? It's so heavy!" Tukas the person called Kang was upset, how not he had to drag both suitcases in.

"Any mouth, the order book is Om." Sarge the distended stomach.

"That big suitcase is all a book!?" Si Akang gawking bego. "What owner!? Fruit hands!? It's a hand!" The distended stomach clenched a fist. "Part of the Om..."

"What matters is the same to me" the man called Om lifted up his body.

"Where are you going?" Ask the distended stomach.

"When the clock goes anywhere else, ngaso!" The person called Om turned his body about to walk into the room until the Stomach of the Distended uttered one final sentence which inevitably held the speed of the Om. "Don't say good night to Naomi.."

"What!?" The Om scrunched his forehead.

"Usually the phone used to keep saying good night, beautiful dreams, it usually is," said Si Belly Buncit relaxed.

"Do you know where that story came from?" The Om approached. "Tante Shanty's the story." Said the Stomach. I heard breath. "No, it's not made into a novel, Om. Good, Om. "says The Stomach.

"What!!? The novel!?" The Om was shocked. "Are you so happy about his reaction? Bea...!" Canda the Stomach Distended stood up. The Akang nimbrung. "Who is naomi?"

"First and last love Om!" said the Stomach Distended Walk into one room, a room intended for guests. At the door he turned his body. "If it was Om being a novel would be a lot of baper girls, Om."

"Baper?! What the fuck is that baper!?" Ask the Om.

"Bring up feelings." The Akang replied. The distended Belly nodded and pointed. "The boys will... Frankly from the story I just realized that it turns out the woman means a lot to us. I feel guilty for mutusin Manda."

"Mutusin?! Loe the broken times!" Tuding the Akang ngakak. "That pretty girl from where the story is... Ngaca loe!"

The distended stomach of the sewot. Walking with long steps suddenly he approached the Akang and then he pited. While walking into the room and closing the door, Om only blushed funny. Outside the Akang begging for mercy.

***

'*Son, I will never be able to write about you! I will never be!'

'Why?'

'I don't know!'But I'm sure I won't...'

'Because you haven't tried it,'

'Why do I try something I'm sure I'll never be bi...'

"Hmmm, you never change. I think time will...'

'I never changed, Nom. I will never change, especially for you!'

'Have stopped all your habits on that one, I have been worried about your fighting. Looks like you're intentionally forgetting me, aren't you.'

'Forgetting you!? After a long time I chose to... It's also because of me... You're the only one I love. From the beginning until later I'll be back with you. Only you! It's just you, Nom.'

'Try to remember what you promised me. On the eve of my seventeenth birthday.'

'I'll be me...'

'Now I want to collect that promise.'

'Make what, Nom?'

'Promise is debt! Someone once said that to me!'

'Don't look at me like that,'

'Anyway tonight I'm charging that promise, period! Remember, I never asked you to do something you could never do! I believe you can!'

'You mean you...'

'Yes, I'm suing you, period!'

'Naomi, please...'

'I demand you!'

'But I have a request.'

'Request? Hey, I'm the one who wants to make a promise so you're the one...'

'You never leave me again, please, Nom.'

'I've never left you, Bang. Never have! You were the one who ever... Remember, Navy...!'

'Haha... Turns out you still remember that event, Nom.'

'It's not just Navy, Kiki, Kristin, Floren, even ...'

'I'm just a human being, Nom...'

'Am I not human!?'

'No! You're not human! You are an angel! My little angel!'

'Angel!? You see no wings on my shoulders!?'

'Emang you're an emprit, hahaha...'

'Iya, aku memang bukan burung emprit tapi kamu juga bukan seekor elang!'

'You remember that song, Nom?"

'Always...'

'i want to fly high like an eagle. passing through the night through the clouds. This is my hand for you to hold. This is my lips for you to hug. but you cannot have me...'

'Tok being back,'

'You mean?'

'Yes, I was the one flying high while you were still perched here.'

'Means I dong the bird's emprit,'

'I'm not talking,'

'Nom, promise yes never die...'

'Bang, I never left you,'

'Let me time, Nom.'

'Definitely not a year. Because I've missed wanting to indulge with you.'

'You can't go home until you finish the story. The point!'

'Go home?'

'Yes, go home. Didn't you ever tell me I was your home?"

'Yes, home is where we go home after a full day of work.'

'Home is where we become our true selves. I always remember those words.'

'Yes, in front of you, I am truly me. Nom, thank you, yes, I want to be home to my soul.'

'Hmmm...'

'I miss going home,'

'not yet. Not yet...'

***

Seven o'clock is more like a squat. In one of the rooms there was a sound that was familiar to the residents of the house. Hearing that voice no doubt made someone run and approach. The man who ran stopped at the door. There he found a letter hanging from the door. Was deliberately hanged. Someone else walked over carrying a tray filled with toast and eggs.

"Kang, the Om from when..."

"From four o'clock it's been sloppy.'

"Hour four?!"

"Lack of..."

"Bro, breakfast, bro." cried the Akang from the front of the door. Sounds authentic from within. "Lake in!"

Si Akang squealed, the friend next door responded and rushed down the door. The door was pushed in. Si Akang entered first followed by the other person, who was none other than the distended stomach.

"Om nullis..." The distended stomach is approaching.

"Main guitar!" The Om replied with an annoyed face.

Sia Akang giggled funny.

"Well, Allah is all that it takes."

"It turns out writing a cementing story is hard huh, Tom." The Om shook his head in frustration.

"Menemenye what's that?" Sia Akang asked. The distended stomach called Tom was talking with his head. The Om sighed long, said later." Like Romeo and Juliet's..."

"Oh romantic story, ' said the Akang. The Om nodded. Tom's turn is funny.

"Why laugh?" The Om is upset.

"It's funny." Said the Tom. "Where's the funny thing?" Si Akang responded confused. Si Om mangosteen. "How is not funny is usually a horror-horror story, which serem-serem how it is, is now." said Tom explained.

"It's also a cereal," said the Akang pointing to the typewriter. Tom and Si Om turn together. "The proof is all white paper. How not to try..." Said the Akang. Tom is not as loud as he is.

"When I've heard that the typewriter has been tight from four o'clock less but..." Si Akang continued with a look like a person looking around. Si Om because he shook his head annoyed and then he pointed it towards the trash can on the right side of his feet. "That's the result..."

Si Akang glanced then the mangosteen. "Yes, it's all a process, Bro." Si Akang's response. "Your barren process!" tukas si Om lazing.

"It's important not to give up" said Si Tom. Si Akang. "For undaunted..."

"If it wasn't because he didn't want me to tell this story!" si Om Exclamation. Tom is glaring. "He who!?"

"Naomi." said the Om.

"Oh... Write a love story, yes..." Tom pointed at the ticklish. Si Om responded with a head bob. "No. I'd rather tell you about him."

"Yes, there must be Om there." said Tom. The Om sighs. "Little bit. After I think about it..."

"What the hell do you mean, bro?" Si Akang even looks confused even the Tom is also confused. "After I tried, I couldn't. So I think it's good that I write about him alone. I tried to express his baldness to him." said Si Om.

"What's the submission Om?" ask Tom. Si Akang mangosteen. "About life!" Sahut the O-Om straightforward. "Yes his name lives wide, Om. The specifics are that way." said Si Tom.

"Where is she the type of girl who.." said the Om. Suddenly Akang cut. "Thinks."

Si Om nodded. "While there males thought," Akang's intention was only joking. Si Om responded with pointed fingers with glee. "

Yes, close the bottle dong," said the Akang clapping again. "That's what can't keep me away from him. He is different from the girl who had stopped in my life." said Si Om with a look that seemed proud of the relationship.

"Ciuellehs... Stop, Bro...!" ledek the Akang.

"Yesterday he came after all this time.. Yes, Lord I miss it hard..." Si Om brought both hands to his chest.

"A minute, a minute. Meaning Om..." Tom looked confused. "Yes, he came to my dream." Said Si Om. Tom breathed a sigh of relief. "I think..."

"But I feel that it's not a dream huh" Si Om looks hesitant. Tom was confused and his eyes wandered all over the room. Si Akang. "Search what?"

"Fear it if it's behind us" said Si Tom acting like a frightened person.

"I think what the fuck, yes, if it comes called, his name is also your name, not so, Bro." said Si Akang. Si Om pointed at the glee.

"That's who's got to run first." The Tom sewot*.

"Already, already on out there. Disturb the concentration." Si Om waved a hand asking the two people to immediately pass from the room.

"Before we go, I have a proposal for Om, so Om can write it smoothly like first." Said Tom with a radiant face, glimmers of ideas that suddenly appeared to the brain he recognized as Einstein's brain. Si Akang waited with anxious expectation.

"What idea?" Ask the curious Om.

"His favorite song is Aunt Naomi. If it's not wrong according to Aunt Shanty, then Naomi's mom has a favorite song right?" Tom said.

"What story did Shanty tell you?" Search Om. Si Akang mangosteen.

"Surely Om and Aunt Naomi are one of the many fans of the band Dewa 19, right?" Tom pointed the index finger.

"Surely Kangen song!" guess the Akang. Tom bersemu girang's. "That's the song of a million people all must love it!" exclaim the Akang. "That's how you know?" Investigate Tom. Akang also mendehem. "Hmmm...Hmmmm...Hmmm..." Like getting ready to sing, Tom waited, curious. Tom is just a head-scalp. "I..Ku's..I'm..." Si Akang picked up a voice. Tom sneered.

"I received your letter and I read it and I understand..." Because it takes the sound of an unobtrusive height fit Anang Hermansyah who kecentit kedondong seeds.

Si Om hastily stopped fearing suffocation later. "Remember age. Remember age.." cried the Om.

Si Akang gasped.

"It's just like a goldfish like his chef," ledek Si Tom laughed.

While blushing funny Om stood up to throw the two bullies out of his study. The shoulders of the two creatures were pushed. "Buruan!"

Tom stepped outside while shaking his head. Si Akang is still gasping. "His asthma was a relapse." - Tom's sneer frowned. "When I have studied with Ari Lasso, it is still wrong" said Si Akang inexhaustible. Si Om could only shake his head until the two creatures passed from before him.

"Letter. I finally found an idea. Yes, letters. I'll start this story from there. Doesn't it all start there..." The Om spoke in his heart.