LOVE ON THE HORIZON

LOVE ON THE HORIZON
SEPI


After Sisca died, I immersed myself in my career and


job, until I got a good position in the company at my place


work, pain that I feel, pain and hurt, my ego.


to get rid of my fatigue


If a moment of my tiredness and laziness comes, I remember again


a sentence I've heard from Sisca “ I don't want to be your burden


and you are still not strong enough and still relied on papa mama and your sister.”.


I admit, once in a while at night, the feeling of loneliness


approaching me….


If it's like that, there's only two things I do,


first I dissolve back into work until my drowsiness comes, or I


go out on my bike through the cold of the night…


But often what I do is stupid, too,


I stopped at a place where Sisca and I spent a lot of time


with joking and laughter. But I have a principle, the pain must.


I face it until it is completely healed, rather than running or hiding


from that pain.


It was so hot, after finishing business


my job and meeting outside corporate relations, I decided not to


back to the office. I turned my vehicle into one of the malls in west Jakarta.


I went into one of the cafes in the mall area and ordered


a glass of cold drink on the menu, as usual I enjoy cigarettes


my favorite while looking at people passing by shopping or just


walk the street in the mall.


I almost spilled my drink out of a glass, when a woman


stand next to my desk and greet me.


“How are you Adrian…? By himself? …” said the woman


“Eh...Ita..good news.......you how are you? I can meet you here


huh uh? Please sit...” reply me while looking towards the woman standing up.


beside table.


Ita was the woman who was ever present in my life, when


the first time I moved from my grandmother's house to my own, I


a few years apart from my family until I graduated from Primary School. I


getting to know Ita and having a relationship after I graduated High School, with her I


so know and feel what an apple is


sunday nights, courtship, even intimate relationships, but my parents


they disapproved of our relationship and they further sanctioned my relationship with


Sisca.


after greeting each other, we were silent for a moment.


“Custom women..liat clay clothing and cosmetic needs.”.


reply Ita while smiling.


“You own kalo? Why…? Tumbens.usually allergic to the same.


the name is Mall” he said again with half a laugh.


“ Hahahaha...still memorize yes you? I met someone.hot.


really, so I decided not to go back to the office.ya already I entered this Mall.


to drink and lose tired” reply me also while laughing.


“Terus..kok you are alone? Where's sisca?” he said again


Hearing Ita's question I fell silent for a moment and sighed


breath before answering the question.


“ Sisca has gone and remarried to another man


ta...” answered me while sipping my drink.


“ How can..?” reply Ita with a slightly incredulous look


“ Length of the story ta...” I answered slowly and hinted


that I'm reluctant to tell him at this time.


“ Kalo you? Who are you with now ta?” I reply


ask , so we don't need to discuss the problem of me and Sisca anymore.


“ Now I'm alone..almost the same as you, there are too.


who was ever present trying to establish a relationship with me, just yaaah.


halfway too..” replied Ita while calling the cafe waiter to order


beverage.


We told each other the journey of life


he did not meet each other.It is a woman who is good to talk to and also a listener.


what's good, anything is exciting and anything I can tell him without


shyness, awkwardness or fear impressed bad in his eyes.


It didn't feel like it was late at night, I saw my watch…


“It's starting at night....you want to come home with me?”


I offered to drive him


“or.....” continue me again


“or what?” reply Ita while smiling funny


“Or enjoy the evening atmosphere of Jakarta with me.


here, we will be taken by the waiters because it has been too long here “


I answered again with a laugh.


That night, Ita and I enjoyed and passed the sparkly night


Jakarta, a sense of loneliness and solitude that often comes and stops at night


tonight, this time go somewhere.