Sam
Me and this feeling

While Nada only snorted when her eyes caught Sam who was smiling knot.

“Actually what do you want to say, anyway, Mas?" pissed off.

Sam gasped and momentarily lowered his head to then stare fully at Nada. Stay with a wry smile.

“Sorry yes, I interrupted your time. Surely you are very tired all day receiving material.”

"Yes. It's really disturbing, though. Just realized!" Nada has now restrained the annoyance. Makes Sam grimace in shame.

"Make you here, tuh, rare moment, Na. You could say it was an accident that happened accidentally."

Nada let out a long sigh, because again Sam kept on giving up, not answering his question. Makes her lazy to ask again.

“Tone. If in the near future, I'm going to your house, okay, right?” sam asked after a moment of silence just throwing a glance in all directions.

Tone stared fully at Sam leaving his phone still on. The typing mode for the messaging menu, is still clearly visible there.

“What do you want to come to my house, Mas. Your hand is still not recovered. Bagaima-”

“As long as you allow, want in what way I come, it won't be a problem.”

Sam purposely interrupted Nada's speech. So that Nada can be sure of his intentions not only in the mouth.

"Why ask permission, if in fact you have come several times without my permission first."

"Because with your permission, I will know how you accept my presence."

Nada will return. However, the arrival of the waiters who brought two hot matha lattes in front of him made him stop.

Waiters invited the two to enjoy his order. Then, immediately move on to serve other visitors, after Sam thanks.

For a moment, the two people were silent with their minds.

“Mas!"

“Na?”

The words that were almost together came out of Sam's mouth and Nada's. Making both of them throw their faces then smile even though they are stuck. There was happiness and dwelling behind the ketus face of Nada and the sad face of Sam.

“Where do you know I have a workshop here, Mas?” tanya Nada who no longer dispels her curiosity.

Sam smiled considering how he had urged Wulan to reveal the place where his cousin was at the workshop. “From brother. He's here too." Again, Sam pulled back a little corner of his lips.

“Oya?" tanya Nada was surprised.

Sam nodded in response.

“Honey so many hundreds of participants, so it is impossible to know which one is your brother. But wait, instead of you being the second child, where there might be another brother. No mu-“

"Cousin brother, Na," he explained to see the confused face of Nada.

Sam suddenly smiled seeing Nada nodding a nod. There was an enthusiastic look on Nada's face making Sam happy no matter what. One more thing, Nada still clearly remembers the story when they were in school first. When it was near at that time. Proving that the story was still clearly remembered by Nada. Nada, make me double happy.

“Tuh, right. You are still the same, yes, Mas.”

Sam looked up quickly and kept both of his arms on the table. “I?’ Sam pointed at his chest, "nyebelin?”

“Iya," Tone began fiery, “what purpose did you invite me to chat like this, try? If you only see you smile like that,” he continued grumbling.

Sam chuckled small. “This is because I'm happy to be able to talk to you, Na. You know, this is my wish from many years ago. And only now," he said earnestly.

This time Nada ventured into Sam's bead eyes. Of course he wanted to find a spot of honesty from there and he got it.

It actually makes Nada's eyes blur considering what Sam said was his hope from a few years ago. Making Nada a girl who is very closed because she feels far from confident. Losing hope. Leave pain, regret and pent-up anger.

Does this mean you still hold the guilt for the mistakes you committed years ago?

The tone made Sam gasp. He tried to swallow his saliva with great difficulty. Down is the only helper of regret. "I'm sorry. Sorry Tone."

"You don't know how my days were after that day, Mas. I've always been scared. Every day my loyal friend is just fear."

Sam ventured to look fully at Nada. This is what he wants to account for. He has been condemned for years. Until the guilt that so struck the heart, increasingly punishing him back through the problem of Reva. Sam can certainly figure it out without Nada telling me.

"I understand, Nada. Because it_"

"You don't understand, Mom." Tone shook slowly, "you don't understand," he continued raucously.

"You know! Since knowing you went somewhere, at that time my life was meaningless. I'm afraid I'll get pregnant. I'm scared to get out of the house. I'm afraid of school" she said, but full of emphasis.

"My father and mother were confused, until they finally took me to the village. You know why?" Tone shook his head and closed his face for a moment then quickly reopened it. "They think I'm having a distraction. Because unconsciously, I often sob when I sleep, Mas!"

The more compassionate Sam heard this new reality. The sad and guilty manner became clearer as Nada held back her sobs. Makes his voice falter.

"Till three months later, I tried to stand up when the thing I was afraid of didn't happen. I even quit school to restore my confidence."

It was very much like Sam hugging Nada to calm down. However, realizing they were in a public place, made him snarl. Even though they are not so crowded around.

The humorous tone. "But I realized, I was wrong here too. It was my fault that you were the one protecting me." The tone stopped because of his broken breath, "you are the one who broke me."

Sam felt unacceptable. He looked at me and disagreed. His mouth was about to defend himself, but ... .

"worse. I consider your treatment all along, because you have the same feelings as me. In fact," Nada shook her head and covered her face, "I put my feelings on the wrong person."

For then, this time Nada sobbed. His back trembled while he was relieved to reveal what he had been keeping in his heart. Without anyone knowing.

"Tone, you misunderstood. I'm the same seka_,"

"Don't go on! I was wrong." Tone gave a sharp look before Sam returned to blame him. With tears flowing, Nada again scooped her face, to just cover up her mess.

Sam moved to another bench to reach Nada. He grabbed a tissue and began to vent to wipe away the tears of women who increasingly touched and convinced to anchor his heart.

A slow swipe on the cheek, making Nada wake up and immediately grabbing tissue from Sam's hand.

“Sorry,"

Sam's words actually make other ringed circles fall and end in freefall. Fight, making lodged clots can melt as more and more of the other clear tirta shed as the back vibrates.

It was very desirable for Sam to grab Nada's hand for him to hold. However, he quickly paused considering where they were.

Only the heart that continues to be covered with regret and chest in re mas –re mas. The expression of Nada's feelings made him very aware of the magnitude of the wounds he made. He should be lucky that with this anyway, he can know Nada's feelings for her.

"sorry. For making you sorry and guilty puts your feelings. But I make sure, next I'll be the one who brushes off your regrets. I won't let you regret putting your feelings to me."

After looking himself up, Nada ventured to lift his face that had been swollen. He did not even refuse when Sam held out a hot matcha latte in front of him that was not so hot. Leave a warm feeling. The soothing aroma of matcha at least helps Nada quickly master the situation so as not to seize the attention of visitors.

Sam quickly invites Nada to walk away from the hotel restaurant, after asking for a bill and paying for her order. Enough is enough for today, he knows his journey is still long to touch back the feeling of Nada. Apologies are not enough. Then he should put more effort into making Nada accept him.

Without being asked Sam still continues to follow where Nada's footsteps are. Fortunately, the girl did not refuse or forbid with words of gluttony was also fierce. Makes Sam like a bodyguard who goes a step behind Nada.

Only less than three times they pass by visitors or hotel occupants who want to enter or leave the room. During that time Sam nodded in courtesy. He no longer walks behind the tone, but rather becomes aligned so as not to attract the attention of others.

Pass the elevator by pressing 3. Neither Sam nor Nada is still a thousand languages. Now all that is heard is the knocking of Nada's fantofel shoes and the squeaking sound of Sam's sports shoes. Until the second step stopped in front of the door of room number 21.

The tone turned to face Sam. “Still in between till here. You can go home Mas.” The tone was still flat and preferred to stare in the other direction, as long as it wasn't on Sam.

Looking at the still moist eyes of Tone made Sam could no longer resist wiping away the remaining tears on the girl's cheeks. Then his hand followed the instinct to grasp the hand of Tone. “Tone, we have to get married.”

Tone wide and turned quickly to hear Sam's sentence.

“Quickly," continued Sam reassuringly, as the hand that squeezed the hand Tone slowly.

"Brah!"