Heart Stethoscope
Eighteen

GALIH

You call that ex a historical actor? Yes, historical actors who colonize the heart with the roda work system. Who knows no rules, who has no time limits, and is uncompromising.

I don't count how much my ex is from Junior High until I'm this old. Error, I'm not old just heading that way. But before I get old, I want to create something valuable first. One of them is happy to turn on. Nyokap has been daydreaming too often since being in prison. Time was spinning so fast that I was barely aware that I had slept for three years in prison.

They don't demand much from me. When I was in college, he just asked me to take my studies seriously. So this time I asked for a relationship with a woman again. Yes, I already know what the ending would be like if the request nyokap nyerempet into marriage. But I try to relax first. I don't want to be rash. I fell to the bottom of the abyss because of women. I rejected karma a second time.

I look at the watch, it's set two in the afternoon. I remember yesterday Nana said today there was a play. I calculated the time from nine o'clock to the first group, a few days to the back Nana said the whole group was five. If one group duration of one hour, it means that it is likely that Nana's group has appeared.

But I want to stay on campus. Who knows, the group has not yet performed. Out of the hospital basement, I immediately stepped on the gas. I drove my car above average to get there quickly.

Speaking of Nana, I suddenly remembered the conversation between me and Raina when I stopped by her cafe at night after driving Nana home. Raina was still in the cafe at the time. Want to avoid, already caught. He finally talked to me for a while. Although I think it's a long time, because during the chat I strengthen my heart not to turn to him who already belongs to people.

"You're seriously the same now?"

"Why, right? She's the woman who made me comfortable after you."

And I'm not denying that. I've also been honest with Nana, if I'm amazed by her as I was amazed by Raina at the beginning of our meeting again after four years of graduating high school.

"Your money is very different" said Raina.

I laughed cynically. "Is that a hindrance?"

"It's not what I mean, Gal."

"Are you afraid she can't keep up with my old age? Or are you afraid she'll be my impingement?"

"Both, Gal. Emotions at that age are still unstable."

I'm thunching. Age is not a benchmark for someone acting mature according to me. And I saw another more mature figure in Nana who was not up to her age. How he spoke, how his independence, how his worries when telling his parents, one positive value I can take.

"Udahlah, Rain. Don't comment too much, just prove your wish that I can get a better woman than you."

"I asked you, Gal. You're serious about the girl you took to Naka's birthday party?"

"Seriously," I replied steadily.

"Well, I'll wait for the invitation."

I laughed while giving a thumbs up. "You can come with Naka, but you can't be with Raka."

Raina breathed heavily. I know she's tired of herself listening to how hateful I am with her husband. "Until when do you block communication with Raka?"

"If it could be forever. Why communicate with traitors."

Raina is not struggling. He looked at me. I looked back for a moment before standing up. Groping pocket to take money. Fifty thousand dollars I put in front of Raina. "That's pay for my espresso. I'm back instead of having to talk about your husband."

The conversation was over because I avoided talking about Raka the most.

When you get to Nana campus and keep the car in the parking lot. I immediately took a quick step, but I was confused which building he was performing in? I don't know the campus either.

"Sorry, may I ask?" I stopped two male students passing by. "You know where the Indonesian Literature student drama is?"

"Oh, it's in the Hall, Mas. Straight away, in front there is the writing of the Hall."

I nodded in understanding. "Thank you."

"Together, my mother."

Without lingering again, I immediately searched the location of the Hall that the student showed.

Be met.

I saw two female students sitting in the front seat of the Hall. I read the letter on the ticket counter.

"Sorry, is this drama done yet?" ask me to the point.

"Udah, Sir. From five minutes ago," answered one of the students.

Damn I was called Father.

"The ticket still exists? I want to buy, I'm a family member of the 6th semester Indo Literature student."

"Can, Sir. It's worth thirty thousand rupiah."

I reached into the wallet, issuing twenty thousand and ten thousand rupiah denominations. I keep it at the table, and one of the students gives me his ticket.

"Please come in, sir."

I entered the Hall. Rame. Shouts of joy at each other. My eyes were looking for Nana. Nana's relatively short height makes it difficult for me to find her. I'm approaching the stage. Instantly stunned to see him who was smiling to see his friends vent happiness with the parents. While he was alone.

Good thing you came, cf. Matt. It's not as if he's alone.

"I'm late, right?" I rebuked him as he stood behind him. He turned his head with a shocked face, but I could see clearly there was a tingle of happiness that he was emitting.

"Yes, late." I saw him wipe his tears.

I don't have the heart. She must have felt lonely, but such a tough ass. My hands are itching to stay still without doing anything. I pulled her tiny body into my arms. I just want him to know that he's not alone.

Ah, this girl. He stole my attention from the beginning. I was indifferent, feeling that he was not important. But then he came again complaining about his father's illness. I try to encourage you when all the possibilities can happen. Lately, he has been in my dreams a lot. I wonder what God meant by presenting him in my dreams?

Nana's water turned wry when two of her friends greeted us. I took the initiative to introduce myself.

"I'm Agnes."

"I'm Anjani."

I glanced at Nana. He should be pouting. This is called Anjani. The one yesterday made Nana's mood badly damaged to my chuckle.

"Is this finished with the drama?" ask two of Nana's friends.

"Here you go, my mom." Anjani answered. I glanced at Nana again. His face is getting wry.

"Then can I take Nana out dong huh?"

"O-oh can." This time Agnes answered. I throw a small smile at both of them. Before pulling Nana out of the Hall.

"Dok, where are you going?" He held back my steps.

"Buy flowers for you" I replied casually.

He bought his eyes.

"I want to make up for my mistake of not being able to watch you" I explained.

"But my bag is inside."

"There's a friend who's one host with you, right? Tell him to take it to the boarding house."

He was not satisfied with my answer. "Ribetan, Doc. Poor Rani. Let me take it first."

I relented and let Nana go back inside. Not getting there, Nana also means I made it to the boarding first. He said he wanted to change clothes. Okay, I'm going with her.

As usual, I waited for him in front of the boarding gate. He came down from the stairs with a different appearance than the one before. The overalls of the knee-length striped jeans skirt combined with a short white t-shirt make it look even more like an adorable little boy. I have a brain that sometimes thinks negatively.

First of all, I took Nana to the flower shop. I want to buy flowers for him as a congratulations because he succeeded in the drama on his campus.

"Well, why buy flowers?" Looks like he realized when my car parked in front of the flower shop.

"Make me love you" I replied.

Nana's face looked unhappy. "I don't want flowers. The flower is withered, Doc. Unuseful. Mending money to buy food."

"Your babysitters are very boarding." I chuckle. "If the withered stay laminating, Na." I tried to make him joke. Who knows if he will return it.

"Yes in the photocopy so that it can be a lot."

I was amazed to hear his answer. He can be joked too. "So black and white dong flower color," I timpal.

"Well, like Dilan Milea dong's television, Doc?"

I laughed out loud. I forgot the last time I laughed like this. It feels too rotten. Nana adorable. I'm not wrong to choose dong huh, keep wandering around it?

I just took a little longer to erase Raina's shadow and put Nana in the front seat of my heart. Yeah, hold on a second. Until I was absolutely sure of my choice.

"When Dilan was with Milea High School, Doctor was born dong?"

I laughed again. Dilan's novel takes place in 1990, which means that I was two years old. "And you haven't made the dough yet" I replied. I know my words are ambiguous.

"I don't know, how can the doctor say that?" He blinked his eyes plus his slightly opened lips made the look of his face even more funny.

My hand stuck on his head, ruffling his hair that had been loose braids with anxiety. "But you know, right?"

"Huh, what's it trying?"

This is the third time I laugh. Seeing the shy expression Nana showed made me unable to control the laughter. So lazy to get out of the car if this is the way.

"Dok, mending don't buy flowers" she said as I laughed.

I stopped the laughter and turned to him. "Keep buying what?"

"Eat, can?" he squeaked softly.

"Can. Where are you going?"

"Richeese Factory is okay?"

I'm silent. Not a matter of budget, but from yesterday the intake of Nana chicken food continues. "Don't keep the chicken you eat. Eating vegetables, let not lack fiber. Let the nutrition be balanced."

"It doesn't eat anything."

So, how is he sulking?

I remember what Vishnu said when I played at his apartment.

"Lo don't mess around with girls anymore, cf. Matt. You have already got karma. If you want to be serious about this one, I agree anyway his son looks good. But don't make him an impingement just because you haven't been able to escape Raina, cf. Matt. You have to fight with the past. Only the person******have too much adoration for love in his past life. It's just the person***** who doesn't dare risk another heartbreak to pursue a new love."

"Gue's trying to get out, Nu."

"Welcome back in the world of love glorified by man. His name's a loser if he's happy before he loses his heart. The man without a broken heart has no experience life plates."

I laugh.

"Oh, I have a cool analogy that can make you feel the same. PDKT is like playing badminton. If you hit too slowly, it could be that you did not enter. If you hit harder, it could be out. So, if your slow motion may be he is not sensitive, but if you move too tight, it could be he ilfeel. Set tempo, cf. You're not a kid yesterday afternoon who just met love. Predicate players can not even disappear from yourself in the eyes of others. Convince your heart first, as you can make Nana the most important figure in your life after nyokap."

All right, so now I'm following Nana's desire to eat at Richeese Factory.

"I follow you now, if tomorrow-tomorrow I ask you to eat vegetables, you must also want to." I gave him an ultimatum.

In the wide grin. "No promise, Doc."

Patience, Yes. His name is also children.

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