Substitute Woman
Meet Adrian

The night is getting late, tiredness is changing happily. Both eyes still do not want to be closed. Although drowsiness haunts. Still the memory of that day kept on passing.

I still can't believe he's coming back. With a different story and a slightly different nature. More romantic. Even though I do not know there are other women or still single.

I don't care about that. Whatever his status is most important I've met. Remembering the past and the relationship is still the same. Brother and Sister.

Maybe if I could choose, I'd like to be together forever. Wishing Brother Tomy was the soul mate God sent me.

Well, even though destiny says otherwise, man's name can be wishful. Although painful.

[Not sleeping, Mey?]

Wa's message came in from Tomy's sister.

How did he know I wasn't asleep?

I'm out of the Facebook app. Then reply to that message.

[Kok know?]

Is it possible that Brother Tomy has been secretly friends on my Facebook? Ah, but where is possible. All this time I tried to find no results.

[Tau dong, what the hell does Big Brother know.]

I reply with a laughing emot. After that, go back to Facebook. I don't know why there is such comfort in this app. Especially when reading stories from someone's account. When I first became friends with him, I didn't know he was a writer.

As time went on, he wrote a story on his wall. At first I was just reading. Seeing so many comments and likes, I became curious.

Then read the story that touched my heart. Almost the same as my story. Still vividly remembered when I dared to send him a message.

[Hay, greetings. I'm Mey, I really like your story.]

[Thank, Mey. Happy reading.]

I didn't know he would return a message so soon. Of all the comments I read, most people say he's a bitch. Rarely read messages or comments. Once a short reply.

[Btw, why don't I find the continuation of the story?]

[There's a group. Just go to the Learning to Write group. You'll find my name on the magnifying glass. It will be all.]

I immediately searched for the group, asking to join after finishing filling out three questions. Must wait to be received first with the group admin. Well, old dong.

Luckily the group admin was active. So faster reception. Apparently this group contains all author accounts. There are a lot of stories with different titles.

Then I looked for his name. It's true what he said. Apparently all this time he was writing in a group. I just knew I was friends with a writer. I don't know who asked for friendship first. I forget. Ah, it's not important about that.

Done looking for me back in the message.

[I missed a lot. You seem to have written a lot of books]

[😊😊 Thank you.]

From there every day I send him a message. It felt as comfortable as when I was close to Brother Tomy in childhood. He also thought he was Tomy's brother. I want to ask but I am afraid of the wrong people.

He never used real photos, only photos of artists that he always used for his profile photo.

[Let people know me from the works, not from who I really am.]

He said when I asked, why not put up your own photo.

My days were more colorful when I knew him. Unfortunately I did not have the courage to ask for WhatsApp numbers. Almost a week he is not online anymore, maybe busy taking care of his books are a lot in the message. I'm one of them.

Then tonight I saw him active. Continue the story of friendship and create a startling status.

'Welcome to love.’

Apparently he has a lover or is indeed in love.

You are my destiny and the reason to stay alive in this world. Without you I'm crazy, with you I'm crazier. Love is so crazy. Let the heart speak. Although raga is always together.

The words that the account just created. So romantic. Unfortunately not for me. If only I had a boyfriend like him.

Ah, this is the fate of singles who can only aspire.

El Nomy, the account that always makes my chest crumple.

Then I returned to make a message wa from Brother Tomy.

[It's so funny!]

I smiled, remembering about the El made me forget that there was a message from Brother Tomy.

[Hehe, sorry, Brother. Read the novel again.]

[Oh, pantesans. Do you like novels?]

[Likes, Brother. But I only have five.]

[Little very? Who's writer?]

[El Nomy, Brother. It's not in Gramedia yet. But the writing is cool.]

[Yes, sleep. Tomorrow is bad luck.]

[And I don't go to college, brother. Niantai.]

There was a subtle hissing flowing in the blood while reading his message. Being picked up by Brother Tomy means I'll spend time with him. Can't wait for morning to arrive.

How I became like this, comfortable with El on Facebook but in the real world also comfortable with Brother Tomy. Yes bodo very, right? Matches will also meet later on my own, the most important thing is that I must keep my heart so as not to love too much.

[Good nights. 😘]

Emoticons kiss me already very cool. It feels like a heart is blossoming. Smiling at night feels like crazy.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

I replied with a smile emot. I don't know if I should reply, either. She had only met once, because she did not know who was next to her or her heart.

El and Brother Tomy make my world feel beautiful.

***

The morning has arrived. I opened my eyes. More precisely it was noon. The round object attached to the wall already showed ten o'clock.

Yeah, God! I'm a bad luck. Papa has left and what about Brother Tomy?

I'm looking for a cell phone tucked under a pillow. A few incoming messages and missed calls from Brother Tomy.

I made an eight o'clock appointment, going to breakfast and then take a walk. It's ten o'clock and very bad luck.

I sent an apology message. A few minutes waiting, no response. Then trying to call her many times there was no answer.

Well, maybe Brother Tomy is mad at me. I looked back at the message. From every message sent, there was no sentence that showed he was angry. Then where's Brother Tomy? Why don't you pick up the phone?

“No lift if the person is already here.”

There was a sound coming from the balcony.

Brother Tomy!

Oh my God, where did he come in? Why did I meet when I just woke up. It's still messy.

“Kak Tomy?” I screamed when Brother Tomy closed the balcony door that I forgot to lock.

Since childhood Brother Tomy always came suddenly from the balcony when I woke up late. It's still the same now. Strangely enough I never knew how he got to the balcony.

Brother Tomy came towards the bed while carrying red and brown roses. The smell of his body was in the sense of smell. So soothing.

He's still the same nothing has changed.

“I think Brother is angry,” I said while inhaling the scent of roses.

“Which is possible, I know you must have woken up. Yes already there shower first.”

I'm nodding. Looking at Brother Tomy who was sitting on the edge of the bed, where maybe I can take a shower in peace. It used to be okay while playing PlayStation, but now it is different.

“Kak?”

“Ya?”

“I ... Want to shower.”

“Ya already there shower.”

“Sister's time is here, I'm embarrassed.”

Brother Tomy scratched his head. Wrong attitude. Then step out of the room.

“I wait in front yes. Beautiful dandan,” she said before closing the door winking.

I smile. Sighs in relief. Heart rate was different than usual.

***

“I'm ready, Brother!”

Brother Tomy who sat on the terrace while sipping coffee turned his head. Stare at me without blinking.

Is there something wrong with my appearance?

She smiled so sweetly, her dimples and gings were clearly visible.

“Why?”

“Cantics.”

I rolled both eyes. Know if it's just a male mode.

“Come to leave.”

I pulled his hand, the man still stared and smiled. Possibly kesambet.

“Where are we going, Brother?” ask me when I'm in front of the car.

“To your heart.”

To be continue ....