Nyctophile
Go home

Days changed leaving a tightness that persisted in him, he had indeed disappeared from my perspective, I was no longer hopeful in reality, but the bitter memories always came, it always came, the memories of her being with Ruhita, the memories of her actually loving who, are all still raging in my head.

The photoshoots continued into the night, my job this time was really time-consuming, this was the last catalog before my departure for Qatar in two months, my return to my parents' house should also be delayed for another two weeks.

"Za, I'm with another partner going to the coffee shop you want to come?" Robert invited me, actually tonight I'm very tired, but it seems like drinking coffee will make my body relax a little.

"Alright, I'll catch up after this." I replied.

After taking off all the attributes on my body, and also removing the make up, I walked down the road to the coffee drinking place that Robert was referring to.

"Hai Za, what message do you want?" emily is a model who just graduated from high school.

"As usual Za always likes iced coffee with added brown sugar." Robert came with a cup of coffee that he meant.

Small conversations about fashion get to their personal problems one by one, about this and that makes me a little grateful for everything I've been through.

"Yes right, Robert said we should be firm on our own feelings, the choice is only two to declare or forget and throw everything away." Syamil chimed in on their conversation.

""Then what do you think, Za?" ask Emily

"I? I'd rather say it, then go, shut up and still love."

"How can you?" ask Robert.

"I think it's better to express everything, the feelings we have, whether we're reciprocated or not, the most important thing is that he knows that we love him, whether we're reciprocated or not that's not our domain." say me.

"The meaning of love does not have to have." said Syamil

Then silence re-entered my mind, only being able to remain silent and silent.

"It's late, I want to go home" I said.

"Well shall I deliver, " said Syamil.

Syamil is a very understanding model, she is always attentive to anyone.

"No, I'm taking an online taxi, it's late, you better go back home to rest, good night, excuse me."

Arriving at the apartment I took a shower and went to sleep, so that my dawn did not bad luck.

After my mother's morning prayer called she said this week I should go home soon, hopefully no longer discussing marriage, my heart still grieves, with the death of Zafran, how can I replace it with someone else.

I had to apply for leave to my assistant and my boss.

"I want my leave to accelerate, give me 3 days to go home to Surabaya, after all my business is done I will do my job well, I beg you this once."

"Za, the photoshoot for the cosmetic product is only 4 days away, where maybe we pull it back, you know the penalty they give is unmitigated."

"Alright, you leave with the Girl, tonight the day after tomorrow afternoon you should have arrived here."

"Thank you sir, thank you very much."

22.40....

Me and my Assistant Girl, already on the plane to Surabaya, estimated until 23:55, along the way unceasingly my mouth berzikir.

"Za, do you know how I want to be your assistant?"

my head, signifying I don't know and don't want to know.

"Because of your completely closed self, you are now famous, but not a single slanted thing comes your way, everyone is busy talking about you, everyone is busy talking about you, but as if what they're looking for doesn't exist, Za who are you?"

"No need for me to tell you who I am, you'll know how I behave with you, all my stories are closed, because they're just for my own consumption."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Once and I don't want any more, this girl stops talking about herself, we'll discuss other topics that might be more useful."

"No Za, I better get some sleep."

The plane landed well, now I arrive at the hotel where Girl stayed, deliberately I do not want Girl to know family or even what my life is like, he doesn't need to know about any of that.

"Dis, it's up to your hotel, tomorrow I'll pick you up, if my problem is over, I'll stay."

"be careful Za.

About 30 minutes to get to the yard of my mother and father's house, I looked at the 2-story house that I never stopped after 2 years.

"Assalamualaikum." I say hello, there is no sahutan, maybe the mother and father have slept because it is late at night.

"Waalaikum salam." Bang Fahri's voice echoed in response to my greetings.

the doorknob opened, revealing the face of my brother who still looked dashing at his age who stepped on the head of three, as well, yes at the age of 27 years he has lost his beloved wife with the fruit of their love because of the hard pain experienced by the wife so that the fetus in the womb also died with the wife.

"Za... You're home? why not talk to your brother?"

"Za story tomorrow bang, can Za enter and rest first." said me, although long time did not meet, I want to avoid my tears did not spill because of it.

"All right please."

towards my room on the second floor, nothing has changed from this house, only the comfort that was once created now feels silent and untouched.