Waiting for First Love to Return
Wait Again

Bener said Reyhan. He came home late tonight. Until I saw the Adzan isya sound , not yet home. No activities tonight. Every day after that is like a cemetery. Silent and silent. Mother had rest in her room, while Beti was having dinner with her husband outside. I don't know when to go home.

I walked out of the house. Enjoying the cold of the night breeze piercing the skin. See the full moon up there. It is as if smiling convincingly if that hope is always there. Opportunities will always come. Stars blink in tandem. As if to announce that happiness will arrive. Comforting a lonely heart.

Sit on a big rock in front of the house. Among the neatly arranged flower pots. The flower that I am now always watering. Just watering, 'cause I don't know what to do with those flowers that are now starting to overflow. Branched and sprouted uncontrollably.

Satisfied to enjoy the flowers under the light of the lamp, which refracts wet dew in the foliage. Make it shiny, attractive. I looked back at the streets still crowded with vehicles. Waiting for a big motorbike to turn in the yard. But it won't come.

"Why am I waiting for him?" Confused with yourself.

I don't know why I'm waiting for his presence. Enjoy being together every night. Because all day long he was rarely home. Only night I have time for both. Even though it is just chatting, telling stories, or more often watching him sitting playing a cellphone without sound, without words. It was only a matter of weeks that I was used to his presence. Although sometimes I still remember the past that ever existed.

Is it not true that man cannot forget? Maybe just stop for a moment to think about it, because there are other things that need to be considered. But at the time of completion, when there is something that reminds of something. The memory will return by itself. Come without being asked.

I don't really like the night. From the beginning that night was always painful for me. Alone without activity, which makes me remember the wounds that once existed. But since Reyhan's presence, I've been a little willing to make peace with the situation. Starting to love spending a good night in his warm embrace is also soothing. Waking up in the morning because it was cold after he left.

"Wait inside." Get up and walk into the house. When the cold of the night has pierced to the bone. The Switer I was wearing was unable to dispel the cold, losing to the wind that blew against the skin.

The clock's needle is ticking. It feels like a long time to me. The small needle on the wall clock was already pointing at the number ten. But Reyhan won't come. Usually if there is him, at this hour has gone to sleep. Or just enjoy the night in its warmth. Or telling a story like a thing. Reyhan often tells about his activities in a day. I just couldn't respond, even though I listened.

Trying to close your eyes first. But can't fall asleep. Right tilt, left tilt, back, move position again. Hugging bolsters, swerving pillows. But still can't sleep. Just moving agitatedly could not close my eyes.

"Where the hell are you Ay? How come you haven't come home?" Sit down and breathe out rough. Grabbing the phone looking for a number I haven't given you a name. Because it is very rarely interaction by mobile phone. But I memorized the last four digits of the number.

"Call ya? Is it wrong to call? Will he be angry? " Urung calls, again put the phone with the screen still on. Spread the body again, see hp now the screen darkens, touch it to turn back on. I hesitate to wear it. It always does that repeatedly.

"Call me. What's wrong with asking the whereabouts of the husband? I know where he is and what he is doing. Let the heart calm down to sleep." Grab the phone and convince yourself to make a call. Time has shown half eleven.

Ringtones are long-connected, but not lifted. Until the voice of the operator answers. "Not lifted up." Bad assumptions begin to come for consideration. Back to calling again, still the same.

"Your nyebelin. Malicious. " I was annoyed mixed with anger, slamming the phone on the bed. Put yourself to sleep, pull the blanket over your entire body.

Little whispers sounded. Tears were shed uninvited. Disappointed and hurt at feeling neglected. Why should I wait again? Are you going to leave after getting me used to your presence?

Patience Tasya. Maybe he still has business. I mumbled trying to calm myself.

Before long, the sound of a motorbike turning towards the house. Stop when his voice is right next to the house.

Remove tears quickly. Jump off the bed to welcome your husband home. Opens door. Must this? close, don't come out. Close the door again, jump back on the bed, pull the blanket to close up to the neck. Pretend sleep.

One, two, three, four, , , , ten." How many times have you been in and out?" He turned back to look at the door that was still closed impatiently. And back to pretending to sleep when the sound of footsteps approached.

Chequek.

The door sounds open. I don't know why my lips turned to smile when I pretended to be asleep against the entrance. There's a sense of pleasure that he's back. No matter what you do out there. Believe enough.

I felt the movement beside me. He sat on the bed. Touch me and look down at me.

Now his hand is moved on my waist . Infiltrate behind the nightgown and move tickle. Which makes me unable to stand it and laugh. Wiggling and thrashing.

"What the hell is Ay? I know." He shook his hand and changed his position to see him half-sitting beside me. With the laughter left.

"Who's pretending to sleep." Back to continue the action tickles. Which makes me confused and roll around avoiding his hands.

"Udah, it's ,Ay.Ampun. Amused ah..." I shouted for mercy. But Reyhan still did not want to stop his hand.

"Don't Ay. It's already." My whine with wet eyes mostly laughed.

He stopped his hand, and pulled me to stay in his arms. Lying hugging each other divided the warmth. Normalize the breath again because of laughter.

"Do you know if I'm just pretending?" I asked by hand to make an abstract stroke on his chest that still wears a long shirt.

"Yes you know. Just a few minutes ago there was an unanswered call, was the cook sleeping?" He answered with his hand stopping the movement of my finger. "You're teasing me, huh?" Flirtatious blink of an eye, which makes me pull my hand and turn my body into a smile.

"That means you know I called? How to get lifted?" Redirect discussion.

"So it's still on the road. I also entered the house." Back to draw me closer.

"Where the hell is it? How long is too." Tanyaku.

"Group studies. There was a discussion for a charity event. So a little bit of a mollor. Waiting huh?" Obviously ended tanya teasing.

"Nggk. " Reply answer. Lies.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

"So she went to sleep. Wake up my husband has not yet returned. Try me to call. Who knows forget the home address. " I'm obviously lying.

"Owh. Kirain's waiting because she wants to work the night." He said with a very scary grinning smile, with eyebrows going up and down giving the code.

"Big no." I replied firmly, but lips held a smile assented.

"Really?" Never stop looking for me who is shy, caught waiting for my husband.

But what's wrong with waiting for my husband to come home until night? Was wrong? Is it because I always sleep first and wake up last? No matter the husband. But this is the first time I've waited. Because it was the first time I came home late.

"Udahlah. Go to the bathroom first, clean up, change clothes." Push his body away.

"okkey. But don't sleep yet."

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