MAYANG PUJAKU
The Smooth Touch of Arjuna.

A subtle touch caressed my face. The hand flicked the hair that covered my face, it seemed like the owner of this hand wanted to see my face covered in hair.

Slowly my consciousness returned. I woke up from a deep sleep, the sunlight that was blocked by the hand of someone defending me earlier, still feeling warm.

I don't know what warmth I'm feeling right now. That gentle touch really made me comfortable as I would not want to wake up from this deep sleep.

'Is this still in a dream?'

'If this is indeed a dream, wouldn't I still want to enjoy this pleasure?'

'Hands that feel very smooth caress soft cheeks.'

'I hope this never stops.'

"Juna, where are you?”

And no matter how many minutes passed I missed with pretense, I kept silent pretending to sleep so I could continue to feel the caress of Arjuna.

Howo what happened happened happened happened that he knew the God of his people.

The sound of someone's cell phone was going very loud.

“Who is this?”

'Arjuna, who is receiving a phone call from? Is that his wife?'

“Aah .. You Dev, what's the matter early in the morning that bothers me?”

'Dev? Devi's? His wife Devi's name? But his way of speaking is like not talking to a woman.'

“Gosh .. I'm late again.”

'Datributed? Is it a work problem?'

My mind began to fill with curiosity. Who was Arjuna talking to? And what business is late?

“What do you mean Dev?”

“What problems Dev?”

And silence was created, Arjuna no longer spoke. It seemed like he had already ended the conversation he had on his phone.

So if that is the case, that gentle beauty was not a dream.

Slowly I opened my eyes. Samar saw the face of a man, who was right in my vision room that was still blurry. And I blinked a few times to get my eyes clear.

She looked at me with a smile, very charming the smile she gave. Somehow my face felt warm when I saw that very sharp smile and gaze.

Your hands have stopped I feel.

But the warm touch of your eyes can represent.

Your gaze gently reconciled.

Your eyes, I really like those eyes that are just as beautiful as twilight that I can't explain.

Painting your face in the sky with a cloud carving.

You smile so sweet it's so charming.

'Jeez Mayang, I can't be dissolved like this.'

I got up from the bed and brushed off the hand of Arjuna who was about to stroke my cheek.

If I continue like this with him it will be much harder going forward. And immediately return to wearing one by one the clothes that I had removed.

"Darling, sorry I surprised you last night."

Shut the fuck up Arjuna, don't you say another word. Whatever words you speak, whether soft or harsh, my heart is always pounding.

Have mercy on this despicable Mayang. It would be too much for me to be an injured poet to praise unrequited love.

******

What a great tremble these lips, eager to answer every word that comes out of your mouth.

It shook this heart, forcing my nervous lips to speak love, asking for hope from your figure. Do you not wish to be except God. It will only bear fruit.

"Darling, the handsome guy who brought you to meet who was it?"

"Well, Melly ngagetin's sister."

"Hehe, sorry May. Answer that first what's his name?"

"Why is it, brother? Does Melly know Arjuna?"

"Owh ... Ciiee, so you know each other's story?"

'Ah I accidentally mentioned Arjuna's name.'

"I was just looking at her KTP doang ko kak Melly."

"Eh May, I've seen him at the exhibition of paintings, his paintings are nice May. I like it so much."

"Ah time anyway brother?"

I pretended not to know about Arjuna's real work or activities.

"With him I tell you, you're the most likened to those rich paintings, who knows one day he'll want to paint your face May."

"Ah Kak Melly likes to ngaco deh, I know him Kak, how to ask for painting ... Yes, Brother Melly, I'm going to take a shower."

I passed by leaving Brother Melly who was after introgasiku asking prihal Arjuna, the man who took me from the crowd put me into the room of silence.

******

Jresses..

The sound of water from the falling shower soaked the body, giving me a bit of calm. Slowly but surely every drop of shower water carries away all the sadness and burdensome burden of thought.

Arjuna Iskandar, the name and shadow of his face are still strong in the mind, even after the water shower.

The look in his eyes was very tempting, forcing all the air to be inside his eyeball gaze. Who would not want to linger in the soothing eyes.

"Will I be that lucky one. Get a chance to put his name in my name?"

Your eyes give you hope, facing me in fantasy. Drown me in the daydream. Seduce me in buayan belaiyan touch of warmth.

But when I come back to reality leaving a fantasy, real you are not mine, real you are not worthy of me.

Arjuna is married to Srikandi.

*****

After finishing cleaning yourself while dissolving yourself in daydreams. I also left the bathroom.

Brumm..

There was a motorbike coming from outside, it was unusual for me to hear a motor sound coming from my room, which made me wonder and Berg went to the window.

"Whose motorcycle is that?"

I don't know how many times I have looked at her face, my eyes never get used to seeing her charming figure.

"That's Arjuna right? ... So she just came home after a long time I left her in the room?"

Until I could see no more of my vision, my eyes continued unceasingly looking at him who was trying to pass away, making a few kilos of separation between me and himself.

"If only the universe would help me. Trapping him to keep staying with me."

SERIATE.