Old Jacket
Chapters 16. Naye.

" Morning changed in the morning, the time I saw the adoration of the heart "my inner word.

I took my motorcycle down the path to meet my beloved girl in the market, who to this day I do not know her name. I was planning to get acquainted with a poem that I wrote in the letter at that time. I realized my poem wasn't as beautiful as my friend Lana's, but I with Lana had something in common to say about my heart.

Lana once said that if you can't talk about your heart at least write about your heart, a sense must be expressed.

After I arrived at the market, my steps went straight to feeling impatient.

" What are you buying ?" said innocently.

"Buy anu. "I replied in confusion.

"Anu what mas? " he said confusion.

" Red onion 1kg" answered me.

He immediately weighed the onion on my order, after which I gave the money along with an envelope containing my poetry.

" This is what mas? " said.

" Open a deck hehe?" I said withhold shame.

Her fingers opened the sealed envelope, her eyes reading my simple sentence with a small smile on her face. Then he looked at me.

" Naya" he said with a smile.

Instantly his face turned red withstanding embarrassment. Because of the awkward situation I decided to go back home.When my steps stopped in the bike parking lot I remembered if the red stuff was left behind. I hurried back to where Naya was selling.

He laughed when he saw me walking up to him.

" Want to buy more onions mas haha" he said.

" Want to take the onion deck, forget "my answer.

" Can I have the phone number on the deck? Let's just let you get the clobang behind hehehe" I added.

Naya smiled as she gave her phone number to me. I sent a short message, so Naya would know my number. Rushing steps away leaving the onion on purpose. After arriving in front of my motorcycle my phone rang displaying a short message from him.

The red onion forgot the mas . Fill message.

Isn't that why I asked for your number? haha. Answer my message.

Remind me tomorrow to take it. Fill in my message.

On the way home to the waterfall I smiled as I recalled the incident.

" Thanks to your words Lana, I now know her name "My inner speech.

I'm at the waterfall house. Bang Apoy and Bang Nusa were sitting on the porch of the house with cigarettes in their fingers.

" Lo said Bar smile of his own" said Bang Nusa.

" Halah the most recent of the hahah market" Bang Apoy said

" The cave now knows his name bang hahah "I answered.

" What's the name of the bar? " Speak bang Apoy curious.

" Nayaaaaa, this is all thanks to Lana motivating me hahah" I replied.

" What about Lana in Jogja?" Bang Nusa.

" Just a minute, call Lana first "my answer.

Some of my calls were not picked up by him. After calling Lana who had no news, Mr. Sukirman came to us shortly.

" Ashalam" he said.

" Walaikumsalam "answer us.

Without much ado, Mr. Sukirman said that if the thugs whose hands were broken Bang Nusa, they no longer work. His wife and children often go hungry in their homes. I saw the face of pity from Bang Nusa after his security dues were not given again since the incident at the stall. Bang Nusa kept silent for a moment.

" The cave agrees Bang as Bang Apoy suggested" I said

" Thus we will love his work what is he? " Tanya Bang Nusa.

" Hmm we ask him to make a parking space in the area here, let alone our tour will be more crowded visitors so we need more parking space, how? But before that tell him to come here to apologize" I said.

Without thinking for too long, Bang Apoy and Bang Nusa agreed to my advice. Akhinya Pak Sukirman also said goodbye to tell this news.

Kringg....Cringg. Ringing.

My view is now diverted on the screen of my phone which reads showing the name of my friend Lana who called back.

We took turns to give word. If tomorrow he will climb Mount Merapi with his new friends there to be made an article. We are pleased with the news from Lana who is eager to pursue her dream even though her novel has never been completed since High School. I also shared the news if I had known the name of the girl selling in the market.

Lana just laughed when she heard it.

Long enough we shared the news from him to let go even though he was only a few days away, it is only natural that after his departure we feel there is less here. Until finally our phone finally because we have to prepare to go back to work.

Day by day, visitors are getting more and more crowded. After success with Rafting activities and Canyoning Bang Nusa plans to make a new activity. His mind was busy looking for some references from the internet. Bang Apoy and I left him alone to take care of some waterfalls. Several times Bang Nusa paced from home to the waterfall to see the terrain that supports new adventure activities. Until the afternoon, Bang Nusa is still looking for references.

" Look down first bang " My word.

" Yes Bar, Again confused what activities are suitable for added yes "His reply.

I finally went inside to clean up and left him alone.

After the day turned into evening, the longing for Naya now attacked me. I hurried I picked up my phone sending him a short message.

Hi Naya, How was your day today? . Fill message.

Then I put my phone on the table, while waiting for the reply I sang a song miss. I don't care about my false voice, I just enjoy the atmosphere. My singing stopped when my phone rang.

only the morning makes me happy after it feels ordinary hahahah. Fill message.

I understood the answer to the message, Finally we exchanged messages until Naya closed to leave me alone on the porch. Missing me still left rushed me to pick up a piece of paper and a pen to write a poem about it.

Naye.

You know I miss tonight.

It's not about the moon and the earth.

But about the flowers blooming in spring.

Naye.

I'm in the spring.

My storm has long gone.

I've made it through.

And I managed not to die.

Naye.

I hope you smile tomorrow morning.

Displaying an aura of harmony.

Now I'm writing my message for tonight.

Good night and good dream.

Embers.

I folded the paper neatly, and put it in an envelope. Now a cigarette and the sound of a night animal accompany my longing. I didn't think replying to messages could cure longing, and now that it's getting late it's time for me to go inside and dream.