MAYANG PUJAKU
The Lake of Love

"Satria, have you seen the ball?"

Again I heard, the voice of the woman who once stirred the soul. His voice slowly felt closer, the closer the more alluring, the more alluring the more binding, I became entangled. The voice that has captured my memory.

My body trembled at the sound, now on the inside of my chest there was a struggling heart, wanting to see the figure of the woman who had the voice. Forcing eyes to search for his whereabouts.

Instantly fixated, silent silent, could only stand staring at the woman who walked gracefully. Every step that approached made my heart shake violently.

Black hair unravels, blinking eyes are very beautiful, legs that level every step made his feet as if to show 'this is the most beautiful foot in the universe.' is it? I don't know, but I agree if it is.

Hands swinging in unison with his feet that were sauntering on the ground. In my vision, only you are visible. His slim body harmonizes his movements with footsteps, chest that shakes every stomp of footsteps on the earth, signifying a spacious chest (Somewhat I am talking about this.)

As I know today God has created a new galaxy in my Suryaku system, it is like the sun and I am the earth, which rotates around it all the time. And love becomes its satellite, the moon the mediator between us.

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"Om, why look at that rich Aunt Mayang?" Ask a boy who Mayang calls his name Satria. It is true that you are a knight and I am the king, you have brought a new queen to fill the void of my heart. Thank you little knight.

Finally Mayang's gaze was also directed towards me. The first word from him is.

"You!" Mayang said as he pointed his finger at me.

"Dad, we meet again."

Mayang just fell silent looking at me and did not pierce again my words, our eyes were both directed at each other. This place really does bring real magic. Just a moment ago I was here, the antidote to the wound was already in sight.

'My dear, you are present at the right time. When this heart is empty, then you tap it with a soft touch. Mayang, this is the right time for you to enter my heart, but do not just stop and leave a temporary feeling. Stay longer than just a stopover and just say hello. Stay longer and forever if you can.'

"Satria, let's go this afternoon, we can go home later dear, come on."

"Yes Aunt Mayang .. dada Om," said the little boy named Satria while waving his hand to me, when we were quite close but why when he was about to leave he waved his hand at me? But that's not the case now, but Mayang will go away from me again.

"Honey, wait a minute!" I said in a voice that was loud enough and could be heard by people around me.

Mayang also stopped his new footsteps just a few steps he moved from his initial position, but he only fell silent not turning towards me.

"Hoy Juna's! Lo kok oon si, forward deketin the Mayangnya! No worries!"

'Yes, Thor wants me to samperin! I wonder why Thor Lu is often in the script?'

"My vegetables are the same Mayang .. thought you doang who likes the Mayang?"

'Well, isn't Mayang my ration Thor? Lu made Mayang characters for Lu himself?.. he said you like the othor in the novel next door!'

"Don't talk about it, yok continued scene*!"

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I also stepped closer to Mayang, the woman who had just become the owner of the land of my heart. I do not know since when he became the ruler in the land of the heart, with such a fast time he also built the palace of love of my heart.

"Darling, just give me a minute" I asked the woman I called the new queen in my heart.

"Sorry, I don't have time. I have to go home to a tired knight," he said, lifting up and holding Satria in his arms, as if afraid that Satria would leave him.

"I'm sorry" said Mayang while trying to get past my whereabouts.

"Wait, wait, wait" I said while holding Mayang back from leaving.

"Well, ten minutes?" I asked again for the time Mayang has. But Mayang still insisted on leaving.

"OK, okay. five minutes or even one minute, I beg Mayang," I again forced my desire to talk to Mayang even if only one minute.

"okay! Fine, fine. I'll give you five minutes, what do you want to talk about?" Mayang asked me about the conversation I was about to talk to him about.

Once again our eyes meet again in one look carrying the imagination. The look in his eyes showed compulsion, but it scared me to lose.

'If only I could, I wanted to hold him back so as not to take some distance, close the body in a tight embrace.'

"Buruan, what do you want? I don't have much time for this!"

"Well, yes yes yes .. Give me your mobile number."

"Huh? Wh-wh-what for? Aataga, don't tell me to ...."

"Ah not for that."

"You mean? ... owh you want to ask for my phone number for boking?"

"Hiss, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it that way!" Because my panic tone is a little up.

"And now you're screaming in front of me?" Mayang's voice also rose, it seemed like his emotions were provoked by my panic.

"Ais ... Why is this so, I don't mean to yell or yell at you Mayang." I tried to explain to Mayang the meaning of my words and the change in my tone that suddenly rose.

But Mayang did not want to listen to my words and broke through the barrier of my hand that originally stretched while holding Mayang's departure, and now he stepped away.

"May, Mayang, wait a minute, Mayang!"

Mayang stopped his footsteps and turned towards me.

"You have a wife, right? Why don't you just take your wife? Why are you asking for my number to vent your passion?"

"Do you know where I got married?"

Mayang's eyes suddenly widened to hear my question. Where does he know I'm married.

"Mom, didn't ... eumm .. did you forget I ever brought your ID the first time we did that!" Mayang said while stammering saying the reason could know the status of my marriage.

"Dad, you're right ... I was married, but" I said, but somehow my lips suddenly turned upside down.

Should I be sad to tell you? To make compassion a bridge to love. But whether a love story that begins with pity will be a guarantee not to leave.

Wouldn't I just instill doubt in my heart that would eventually bear fruit into conjectures, which have a bitter taste because they contain suspicion, and prejudice, and prejudice, will grow wild in the soil of the heart to prevent the happiness of growing and flowering.

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