We And The Unfinished Story
The warm shoulder

After my conversation with Mr. Dimas that night,I really did not enjoy this gathering.Today we are getting ready to go home.Truely I really like the scenery and atmosphere in this B city.Just my arrival for the first time even gave bad memories here.I promise to come to this place next time, and replace it with more beautiful memories.

My plan to move to bus 2 was not granted Mr. Dimas.The reason is bus 2 is the contents of all male employees.Well, the,he's privileged to manage me his employees.And I can't argue.But I chose to sit back.Merry didn't protest at all, because without asking he already knows my reason.

Because I am too tired ,when the bus was walking for half an hour I fell asleep.In my sleep I dreamed of being in a long hallway.I saw an old man in white clothes that I knew was my grandfather.The man kept walking away from me, I kept calling him but he just kept walking regardless of me.I ran until tired of chasing him, but his shadow was lost swallowed by the light.

I realized when someone shook my shoulder.Speaking sweat on my forehead and my temples.

"Ren, why are you? are you dreaming?"Mr. Dimas held out a bottle of mineral water to me.I immediately grabbed and drank it.He explained that he had wanted to go to the toilet but he saw me sleeping uneasily, so he took the initiative to wake me up.

I thanked him before he passed back to his seat.

Both parents of my mother did live with us.My mother was the smallest daughter in her family.What I know my grandmother was paralyzed for a dozen years.Mother and we her grandchildren were the ones who took care of her.Grandmother died when I'm 9 years old.

My grandfather is now almost 80 years old,still alive though not as healthy as before.Barin when I came home he was sickly.She was the person who most disagree when I went to work out of town.She said the girl was her place at home, she was,not out to eat.

Well, yeah,my grandfather is still a colot of thought.But I know he is like that because of his affection for us his grandchildren.My father is also often not as thought with him.My father is an open minded person.Not infrequently papa often disagreements with grandfather, but I know that doesn't mean they hate each other.

When you come home from work you always ask us if grandfather has eaten? So even when grandfather was sick, he would ask if grandfather had taken medicine.

My father was hospitalized because of his hypertension,grandpa would be busy telling us to deliver food for him.He was afraid my papa did not taste the food in the hospital.Katanya the food in the hospital was definitely not good.

From them I learned that everyone has their own way of loving.Anged does not mean hate and behind him also the person who cares with us does not necessarily he falls in love with us.Maybe just love or also pity.

There was a trip I was still thinking about my dream.Suddenly there was a sense of discomfort in my heart.I just looked out the window, my sleepiness disappeared.

Some say when we go to a new place, the journey home will feel shorter than the trip when we come.However I feel now the journey home feels much longer. I don't know why, because I'm bored sitting alone or because this trip wasn't the one I wanted.

I checked my phone, there was one incoming message I saw the sender Maliq.She asked me and again where.Yes during my gathering and she never exchanged messages.

I replied to her message saying I was healthy and now again on my way home from the gathering.She replied she will contact me when I arrive.

He likes to talk about his work,occasionally she would tell me about her family.She was the first child of three brothers.His third brother was the same age as me.She had no sisters.When she met me she had regarded me as her younger brother.

She always remembered the tragedy of chili sauce spilling onto my bowl.Say it was a lesson for her too.Now before she squeezed the sauce bottle, she would check the lid of her bottle to make sure the lid was not loose.

I also sometimes laugh myself when remembering the incident.Yes I was sometimes as careless as that.I once slipped on the ladder when going to lift clothes that were sun-dried on the third floor.I nudged the urn in the room of Mr. Dimas which caused my legs to be sewn 12 Stitches.I've been somersaulted for playing the swivel chair in my office.And all my absurd behavior that sometimes makes people shake their heads because they feel unusual.

I gasped in shock as Mr. Dimas thrust at me a packet of torn bread.

"We may stop eating for another hour.I'm afraid you're hungry, and it impacts your stomach.as a hunger puffer eat this bread first."

"Thank you." I nodded slightly and accepted the bread.

I thought he was going to leave after giving bread, turns out he was sitting next to me.I'm a little uncomfortable, I'm afraid other employees think of things especially Jennika.

"You have a problem again, yes, from leaving earlier you just shut up? Not planning on telling me?" He opened a conversation between us.

"Sorry sir, but we're not that close."

"Ren, aren't you coming to me?"

"Because now I realize that my father's words are right.I don't have to joke with my life."

Even those words just flowed from my mouth.I don't care if he will be hurt.Too tired to think of the heartache of others when my own heart was broken from yesterday.

Mr. Dimas did not speak anymore, he was just silent but still did not move from his place.I continued to grumble in my heart,why is he still here.I'm afraid he's hearing my heart beat.I'm afraid he knows that I still want him.

I chose to ignore him, I pretended to be asleep which finally made me really fall asleep.This time I dreamt of sleeping on Mr. Dimas's warm boat.So evil he was, so bad,even he kept teasing me all the way to dreamland.

I don't think I want to wake up from this dream.If I can I want to invite Jennika to my dreamland as well, let her see that I can also lean on the shoulder of Mr. Dimas.Hahaha,...to the extent that my jealousy towards him.