Honey (Confidential)
His heart longs

...Rindu🥀...

...A gust of wind greets the skin. But that's not what he's waiting for....

...The rays of the morning sun warmed up the body, but that was not what he wanted....

...The birds chirp as if calling, inviting him to sing. But, believe me .. that's not what he wants to hear....

...Where would the swipe, the hug, and the call. Don't you know, if this miss is getting hotter?...

...To you, the owner misses. Come then. He wants you....

...-viona Kamelia-...

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Like in time in shadow and wishful thinking. Here's what happened. Alone, quiet, silent. Like a prisoner who is behind bars.it seems like he must make his heart stronger and his mouth always say Istighfar.

But darling, the taste that there shackles the chest never goes away, let alone disappears. Yeah, at the moment. He was feeling the longing. His heart longs for those that do not belong. Her lips were smiling, her face was sad, her eyes were black, like panda eyes. Forgot him, what will he take care of? Nope. Not to forget, this is just a sense of heart that can not be negotiated.

A longing that always makes him reluctant to do something. Until the end, he could only wait. Maybe not for a week. It could not be two weeks, the most important thing is not to get in one month. Obviously, he won't be strong.

This is not a matter of holding back the longing that is said to be heavy. It is lonely and requires comfort. How can he be comfortable, when he wants something, he can't get it. Like a gentle, soothing swab that he got all the while ago.

If he had known, he would have waited a long time. Let it be that time he will ask God to stop the time until there. Unfortunately, that's impossible.

"Non." Say that again. He wanted someone to call his name, not that. However, even so. The woman who was currently sitting under the mango tree turned her head, with a sweet smile forced from her tiny lips.

"Yes, Bi."

"There's a call from Non Erina. Today there are groceries coming, who knows Non's needs have run out, he said," said aunty explained.

Ah, again not what he wanted. "Mmm, Auntie please say, if milk, and snacks are still a lot. I don't want anything" he said.

The aunt nodded and soon passed from there. Back left his Non who sat alone under the tree, covered in mats.

Along with someone he wanted never to come, his desire to eat fresh and delicious food was lost. "Come, Viona. This is a consequence of what you agree to. Why are you so weak?" he said to himself. Don't forget the tears that come with her words.

"I was wrong, Mother. Rasaku m e m b u n u h k u" he continued.

"I love someone I shouldn't love. I miss people I should not miss. Is this .. why do I have to be like this."

"Oh, homesick. Why are you making me like this."

Viona was there for a long time. From the day after zuhur, to ashar. He even had lunch there. After crying for a heart-wrenching longing. The woman then decided to eat lunch, for the sake of the fruit of love that is in her body.

Not to forget, he also continues to take vitamins so that he and his son stay healthy. Yes, he had to think about the child from him and someone who had already paid for it. From then on, that was what he always remembered. And when it remembered that, the longing was slightly evaporated.

Now the woman has returned to the room. Look at her mother's face to make her heart a little happy. Because that's the only way to keep him excited to be there.

It seemed, from now on he had to get used to the person who always made him wear the feeling. Had enough. "OKs. For the sake of a mother who will be healthy again, I will be strong and happy. Don't let the goddamned fathers rule over heart and love" he said with a smile that he forcedly cast on his reflection in the mirror.

After an afternoon bath and fragrance, to eliminate the feeling of desolation because there is no work. The woman walked around the house. From the garden, to the kitchen. Then, to the dining room, to the living room and he sat there for a long time. It can be said that during his stay in the house, this was the first time he occupied the living room sofa, which turned out to be very soft and comfortable.

So comfortable, he brought a pillow from his room and slept there. With a cell phone that shows funny videos. Silly cartoon fun. Where there are rats and cats that sometimes get along sometimes do not. And it made him laugh until he fell asleep on that couch.

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Up to one week, to two weeks. And what he felt remained the same, longing for what he should not have missed. However, Viona always shifted that sense with a lot of reading. Another thing he just knew. Apparently behind the garage, right next to his room there is a room that is not wide. What used to be a workspace. And there, there are so many reading books.

Viona always spends her days reading books there. Because in addition to business books, there are also novels that are usually liked by young women. There are also many cookbooks there. Even occasionally, with potluck ingredients, Viona made siomays with the aunts from the recipe book. And the race is arguably good. The proof, with siomay he can laugh widely, because of its irregular shape. And it was his creation.

Apart from all the books, he also found a family photo and a photo of his youth. Like a photo of a very tomboyish girl, which Viona could believe was a photo of Erina. Dam can Viona conclude that the novels he has read are the property of Erina. Like the novel of a household drama entitled 'The Second Wife' with its author 'Yuli Fitria'. It also finished reading twice.

But, despite the two weeks in effect, in fact, longing is still present in the corner of his heart. Although it may no longer be as heavy as time ago, when he had the desire to go from the house to the man's house.

"God." Viona pulled the corner of her lips. "Hinduism can sometimes make a sane person go crazy. And suddenly it became ridiculous." so said the woman when again remembering her heart that always misses.

"Well, there are a lot of novels I haven't read yet. All right, I'll take it to the room. Instead of waiting that does not miss" he said while taking a pile of other books. Then, he read the titles of the novel. "Naifa. Batari Turn Beautiful, then there ... My Cold Husband, Chandani, and There When Two Anu Fall in Love. And this is all from author Yuli Fitria, cool."

The woman brought a book she chose. There was no way he could have brought them all, because he was afraid that later when the books he thought belonged to Erina were in the room, and the owner came and got angry. Finish him. Already unable to let go of longing, he even got anger from the owner of the book.

Viona shook her head as she walked towards the room, after closing the door of the room. But, at once it stopped. Time ....