MAYANG PUJAKU
Slap to 3

Seen by me the shadow of myself in your eyes.

I want to tell my own shadow to go from the reflection of your eyes.

It really doesn't feel worth looking, like a bad painting framed with gold jewels.

Arjuna, don't give me hope with a look, don't give me memories in a smile. If only pity is wrapped in a sincere smile, do not make my name as the address of the taste delivery.

Just keep it by yourself, because what I really want is not such a thing.

Don't ask me what I want, because I'm going to ask you something you never thought of before.

And it's just disappointment that I get because of the rejection you gave me. Go before all this happens.

Stay away from me before this becomes too much for you. But those words I can never tell you, even what happened I still enjoy this situation, we both still looked at, he said, matakami still speaks a language that can only be translated by taste.

'Oh, my God, what am I thinking right now. I was completely lulled by her sharp eyes.'

"Hey, I was daydreaming. I don't have time." I tried to cover up my feelings for Arjuna. I can't be overwhelmed by this atmosphere.

"I'm sorry, actually I just wanted to say thank you, because you helped me escape last night."

"Oh, is that it? It's already! Now you're out of here!" I said trying to strengthen my heart so as not to waver anymore.

"This moment .. This is for you, this is a fee for you that you haven't received last night. Please take it."

Arjuna gave me a few pieces of money in red, not a small amount like him. However, for some reason his usual treatment felt like an insult to me.

'Arjuna, don't you feel the sincerity I gave you last night? Did you not feel the slightest bit, the sincerity I gave you? Arjuna, not the money I expect from you, not the material wage like this Arjuna. Is there really no chance for me, and what kind of woman am I in your eyes? What exactly did you mean to look for me last night?'

Suddenly, without warning, and without warning to Arjuna, my hand moved and slapped Arjuna in the face.

'Your eyes, in those beautiful eyes, are none but your lusts that you feel. Don't you feel the sincerity I give you in every touch of my hand touching you.'

I was really disappointed with Arjuna. So if you don't feel anything in my gentle caress, then you'd better take a rough and powerful touch from this hand.

“Go,” I said with tears constantly flowing.

“Go ... go you from here! And don't you ever show me your face again!”

When this heart speaks, when this eye sees, and when this ear hears the Thousand sweet promises that you slip in every sigh, which seems to say ‘hay not go, keep with me.’ You made me fly with you.

But right now, you are exposing the contents of that false illusion. You scratched the wound in my heart You made my tears pour out profusely, from my little eyes. I can't convince all of this.

My heart is broken, my heart is broken, my heart is broken. But you're not the cause. I felt betrayed by my mind which kept giving me confidence that this feeling would be reciprocated.

It is not your mouth that is lying, but my heart that is betraying. It is not your eyes that give me the false light of hope, but the illusion of my deceptive eyes. And I hate that fact so much.

I threw out the arjuna twice, but he was still silently staring at me, with his hand holding his cheek. In a day there have been three people I slapped, very light this hand.

Who's the bad guy, I slapped you with my hand? Or did you slap me with the harsh reality?

Who is cruel? I yell at you or you speak lies very softly.

I offer clear water to welcome your presence in my life, but you give me sweet milk but bitter poison as a gift for my simple but sincere welcome.

And again, I'm not blaming you, but if I may, I don't want to know you anymore.

******

Arjuna left, though he insisted on restraining me from before him, even to the point of quarreling with the front doorkeeper.

I hate it, I hate it, but my hatred isn't for Arjuna. I hate my heart so weak, so easily hurt and fragile as this.

After calming down for a while, my heart began to regret my treatment of arjuna ‘isn't he not wrong if he just wanted to give me a few pieces of money! Isn't it common for women like me to get rewarded for all the pleasure I give,’ is so selfish of me, hoping that the person I just knew can understand my heart and the feelings I have.

Not long after, there was the sound of my room door being knocked by someone outside my room.

“Who?”

“It's me Melly Mayang.”

Her steamer was melly she knocked at the door asking permission to enter my room.

“So, Brother Melly, I didn't lock the door.”

“OK, I'm in yes May.”

“Iya Kak Melly.”

Sister Melly looked at me pity ‘again this gaze that I received from people around me.’ He sat beside me at this moment, and said.

“Honey, you want to have a holiday first mala mini? If you want a holiday tar I tell Kak Tiar, let you be told to rest tonight.”

“No need Brother, I want to work anyway, I also do not why Kak.”

“Truly May? Are you sure you still want to work?”

It felt like answering the same question both was quite annoying, and I only answered the words of sister melly just by nodding.

“Okay if that, brother to the rinse room first yes dear,” said sister melly while passing away.

Melly passed away leaving my room, I think she was sensitive enough to catch the point of my self-closing attitude at this moment, and it was enough that I got a sense of compassion from everyone, I can live with

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