When Love Comes And Goes

When Love Comes And Goes
Episode 105's


At dusk, orange-colored clouds appear to decorate the sky of the village of Cikate. Slowly began to darken when Amir's car arrived in Mayang's yard. The never-dark terrace is now not illuminated by light. It looks lonely like it is uninhabited.


He got out of the car, staring at the old house made of woven bamboo. His head twirled in all directions. It was the same as when he first set foot in the village. Sepi on the Maghrib.


Amir hesitated to approach the house. The house seems remote, isolated because of the distance that is far from the houses of other residents. The gripping aroma made Amir's body bristle. Like the houses of witches in a fairyland. Dark and silent.


The singing of the night beast sounded louder than usual which he heard. Amir stopped in the courtyard, shortly before entering the terrace. Back to look for residents who pass or sit in front of the house. None of it.


The village was like a dead village, all the inhabitants were inside the house did not dare to come out when the Maghrib approached. Amir sighed, taking another step closer to the door of Mayang's house.


Wh-tok-tok!


"Assalamu'alaikum! Mayangs! Ammu!" call Amir not daring to raise his voice.


His head turned to the right and left, worried that something would surprise him.


"Assalamu'alaikum, Mayang!" Amir called his ex-wife.


He jerked, his eyes widened as a voice caught his ear. The sound is getting closer. Amir was cornered, wanting to run to his car felt very far away. He put his back on the bamboo wall of Mayang house. He looked up while praying for his safety.


The voice coming from behind Mayang's house was getting more and more real. Amir opened his eyes, imagining the distance of the car with its current position is very close. He convinced himself to run and get into it.


The voice was getting closer again, in Amir's ear it sounded like someone was banging on the ground with a flat object. He took a sip of saliva, looking at his car. Amir got up and ran, but by chance he hit something.


"Aragh!"


"Dude!"


Amir was stunned when he heard someone complaining. Apparently, he hit a citizen who passed in front of Mayang's house. Amir did not know him, but was quite relieved because finally someone who was expected to appear in plain sight.


He stood up and approached the man. Help him to move while smiling kindly.


"Sorry, Sir. I did not intentionally," said Amir not tasty.


The man patted the ground stuck to his shirt. Staring at Amir with a frown on the forehead.


"This car has a father?" he pointed at Amir's car.


"Yes, Sir. I just came from Jakarta. I was going to pick up my wife with my mother-in-law here, but their house was quiet. I greet that no one answered. Do you know where they are?" amir said he hoped the residents would tell him about Mayang and Ambu.


"Oh, Mayang is with Leni? I think this house has been empty for a long time, sir. I don't know where they are going, I just came too. I think they're all gone, sir. Mr. Tohir's house is also quiet," he said did not give any definite information to Amir.


Amir nodded, thinking where they were going. Ahead, the Maghrib reverberate. The people say goodbye to Amir. He raised his head, staring at the building he had lived in with his ex-wife for some time.


He sighed, turned around and got into his car. Drove to leave Mayang village with a hollow heart. Reflecting all the way, the streets were dark and lonely, and he was alone.


He clucked, upset himself because his plan failed miserably. There are no people he meets to just ask for answers. He sighed again, realizing that alone on the highway and surrounded by forest, Amir took a sip of saliva.


The gripping state, the blood in Amir's body rippled up evoking an unreal hallucination.


"Damn!" He stepped on the gas pedal even deeper, going at high speed conquering sharp corners, as well as steep turns. Amir really wants to soon arrive in Jakarta with many lights that illuminate the streets.


"Argh! I forgot the streets here are deserted." He regretted his actions that just left from Mayang village. He should have stayed at the village chief's house or at the village hall.


Amir had to fight his own fear, a stiffened body, feathers standing bristling. Amir is racing with his racing heart.


Leaving Amir who was fighting against fear. In Jakarta, Rani has just arrived at her home. He collapsed on the sofa, his face was tired, but he was just from the boutique as usual.


"Drink, Son. You look tired," said Lina while giving a glass of fresh juice to Rani.


"Thank you, Mah." The girl accepted and immediately swallowed it.


Lina looked at the child's face, her heart grimacing sadly. He still could not let go of his feelings towards the King.


"Are you okay, Ran?" ask Lina. Not asking about his physical condition, but about the state of Rani's heart about the news of Mayang and Raja's marriage.


"Why, Mah? You think I'm sick? I'm healthy, Mah. Just tired," said Rani while turning the eyeball lazily.


"It's not. You have heard that Mayang now lives in Ratna's house with his mother." Lina ensures the look of Rani's face is instantly stiff.


The girl again gulped the juice, trying to act ordinary even though the heart ached.


"Yes, justin, Mah. Why would you want to do that?" sahut Rani is indifferent and continues to play her phone.


Lina sighed, the problems that happened in her life seemed to never end. The husband who left has not returned or contacted just to tell him that he is fine.


I wanted to scream, to spill everything in my heart. Crying is also useless, because the husband does not return.


"Have you heard from Papah, Mah?" asked Rani from the sidelines of her activities exploring the Maya world.


Lina sighed, so heavy that Rani could hear clearly.


"Yet. Mamah had called his brother too, but he said papah never came there. Where are you going, Ran?" sahut Lina while holding back her painful heart.


Rani sighed, no longer discussing the matter of the man. He also did not want to see the sad face of the mother. Until she left her phone on the couch. Cell phones that since the departure of the husband are never far from him let alone left behind.


Rani glanced, there was an unanswered call on the flat object screen. He picked it up, and checked the caller.