Substitute Woman
Finally Legitimate

Sometimes comfort is not based on love. Comfort itself is created because we were together. Passing through a wonderful childhood, even though it ends up just like that.

I'm the one waiting. Passing second by second, minutes changing, day by day. At this time, we meet with a different story.

It's not about the love I want to tell you about right now. Except for comfort and fear. Afraid that he might go and live a life with another woman.

Not because I'm not willing. I'm happy to even be so happy to see him with another woman who is able to make him and his family happy. However, forgotten by the friend ... Feels torturous.

Well, even if it will eventually be like that.

“Second promise Brother.” Brother Tomy raised his little finger.

“For what?”

“To not forget each other if we already have each other's lives.”

I smile. I don't know why, feel like Brother Tomy can read minds. It might just be a coincidence.

I put my little finger. A sign of a promise we made. Though the memory was spinning at that moment.

Where the same incident happened, Brother Tomy said a promise and left without news. Letting me wait myself.

“What after this ... Brother Tomy is going?”

He smiled, then looked straight ahead. Enjoy the view of flowers.

“If Brother disappears, you can look for him. What's Brother going for?”

“Yes, who knows Brother will go as he used to. I ... Least like people say promise.”

Brother Tomy sighed. His face looks a little different. There was regret clearly visible from those eyes.

“Sorry ...”

Not the sorry word I wanted. Except .... Ah, nevermind. It's hard to express it. Various questions and statements in my heart want me to get out. However, I let it all float in the air.

“Hahaha, it's okay. Now don't we meet again?”

Brother Tomy smiled. That guilt-ridden face has been wiped out. Replacing the sense of relief that was engraved clearly in the charming smile.

***

Sometimes I think that comfort will change love. However, no one wanted to confess. Only the heart speaks, even though it is always together. Looks like a couple drunk with romance.

Isn't this a funny thing? Meeting him again feels happy. Why should I ask for his heart too?

I don't know what love is. Eid always comes, when laughter is raised and touch by touch he does. Giving it its own meaning.

Maybe it's just a feeling of longing. He longs for a sister who has not seen him for a long time.

For now, I prefer comfort. Rather than having to feel love that will end up painful.

“If you have a boyfriend, tell Brother. Then introduce him.”

“So is the opposite. If you have a boyfriend, introduce him to his sister.”

Only this is our relationship. There are no feelings other than brother and sister.

I should understand and be able to organize my heart so that the comfort does not cross the line.

I remember reading a novel by El Nomy. Either real or fictional. Loving someone but not being avenged.

Ah, considering that I miss him. Since meeting Brother Tomy I rarely chat with him.

I grabbed the phone at the table, then opened the Facebook app. The first status that arises from him that I miss.

Falling in love is really torture.

I smile. True allegations. This guy is in love. Seeing so many comments, I didn't write a comment. Afraid if not avenged. Choose to send better messages.

Chatt a few days ago is still in storage. He seems to be busy together. Usually if I don't have any news, always send a message first. This time something was different.

[Hay, how are you]

Disillusioned. I chose to go to the authorship group, and then looked for her name. There's a new story apparently. Five episodes he posted. Miss me.

Just about to read, a message notification popped up.

From ... Her.

El Nomy's.

[Good. Where the hell?]

[Busy streets. Haha]

He returned an emot laughing. Then no more messages.

Where's she?

It's hard to get close to people in the real world. Wanted to ask for her phone number, but I didn't dare. So did he who didn't ask for my number. We have known for a long time.

Again he sent me a message when I was half-reading his story.

[Kange.]

There's a weird feeling here. Between believing and not believing. He messaged me, or he sent me a message. Confused also what bales.

[I mean?]

Pretending to bego may be.

[Kangens. Do you feel like you miss someone? Yes, that's how I feel. I want you to.]

Ah, it seems true for me. She misses.

That means ... We feel the same. I don't miss what I feel. Missing because rarely chatan or miss in gombalin.

[Yes I know. If it is the same.]

[You missed too?]

I didn't reply to him. Then he sent me a WhatsApp number. Told me to call him.

Our chat continues WhatsApp messages. Till late night. Many of the things we discussed during disappeared without news.

If I say that woman is you, would you accept me?

I just read it and keep reading it again. Whatdoes thatmean?

Where can he fall in love with someone he has never met. Thats impossible. I just feel good because he's a nice guy to joke with.

Sometimes love is weird.

Why not answer?

The flat screen is back on. I don't know what answer I should type. It all feels like a sudden. There was no sense in this heart, other than admiration for his work.

*You're doing another novel? Don't-don't this is just a joke. Not funny.

Hahaha, I'm just confused.

Confused why*?

Forget off... It's been a night we better get some sleep.

Our conversation ended with questions filling our heads. Today El Nomy is completely different. Does love make people look weird?

Can love change people's attitudes?

Maybe he is in love and it is hard to express it. Although he was a poet who was good at stringing words, in the real world he was not that someone.

Maya will look more beautiful, in contrast to real that is actually so difficult.

To be continue ...