MAYANG PUJAKU
Arjuna Iskandar's.
Mayang Part
My name is Mayang parwati. My parents gave me that name in hopes that I could become a loving woman. Because actually the name Mayang it stands for ‘People who love’ somehow their plan gave me a name that I really like this. When I was a kid, I didn't give a fuck about my name, but after I got into high school. My father and mother left me and my brother Danang
Danang at that time was very small to understand the situation of our family, which he said when asked ‘our parents where?’ Danang only answered ‘Papa with Mama, was sleeping in the hospital, continued again bobo and can not be disturbed said om doctor.’ Jeez my heart was so broken when I saw Danang innocently saying so. Maybe this is the reason my parents gave me the name Mayang (People of love) to take care of my sister.
My brother Danang, only in front of Danang I held back tears as hard as calm. Never mind I don't want to talk about a sad and sad family story. Now I shed tears, remembering the bitterness of life.
******
It was during the day, when life was detached from the status of a pramuria, me and my friends were walking around the city. My eyes found a board that read ‘Exhibition painting.’ because I love painting so much. To make me lulled and approached the board in the form of arrows, inscribed ‘position painting, 10 meters.’
Feet walk, eyes keep looking around and while otaku imagines what the situation of a painting exhibition looks like. How self-centered this is, even though I am not very good at painting, and I cannot pursue this hobby, well because life as a pramuria, does not give a gap to develop my talents.
“Woah, so this is the building used for the painting exhibition. Amazing.” I was amazed to see all around where I was. This was my first time visiting a painting exhibit, and my eyes almost forgot to blink, so terkesimankya.
A man looks from behind, his shoulders are wide. The man stole my attention, from behind the man was very charming, no less enchanting with the paintings that were on display on the wall.
“I want to see his face, how beautiful is he?” to forget my intention to enjoy the beauty of human painting, and began to be captivated by the work of God that is very charming for me.
“wah, his face is very handsome .. owh, so he is a painter too, great, his paintings are very beautiful.”
Unceasingly look at this man who just deflected my intentions.
I'm just a woman of twilight, I can't dare to stretch out my contemptuous hands, soiling the beauty of twilight. I know myself.
But if you just imagine, that's okay, right?
'If you wish to seduce, ask for a little in the miss, can you?'
Carrying a little of your orange color in my dreams, will you allow it?
'O loving power, also a fan. Can a despicable woman like me be loved?'
******
“Master Iskandar, how are you.” There was a sound of someone greeting this man I admired.
“Master iskandar? Sorry sir, Iskandsr is my father's name, Arjuna only sir, or let more karab call juna can also be.”
‘So his name is Arjuna Iskandar, a very gallant name.’ Hearing his name alone makes me limp, a name that is very charming, sounds friendly but mighty, like a knight, in the story of mahabarata.
“Honey, have you done the show? I've been really bored, just go home yuk.” Just a few seconds I turned my eyes away. The Arjuna has been visited by a beautiful angel.
Staring at you from a distance is already very enchanting, my desire rippled not knowing the time, fixated on this like a painting stuck in nails, still stuck to the wall with eyes that always lead to you.
‘you've bewitched me?’
Staring without looking at each other, meeting without greeting. Who am I you don't know. Hearts troubled nestapa niches, Expecting you who never say hello.
Disappointed that I think, apparently the arjuna already belongs to people.
‘Who is the sweet girl next to you?Cuckold you as if afraid of losing you?’
Admire you without hesitation, for you are mine ... Thought
'Haha...I laugh feeling embarrassed by my feelings. a despicable wants in love.’
People say, ‘with as time goes by, and slowly, a disappointed heart will come back strong.’ But I doubt it now. I'm fascinated by men I don't deserve to love.
******
This despicable life of mine, befriending a girl ....
It was my favorite song, the name of the band was boomerang, although I did not know about the band but I really liked the song.laluku make it as the ringtone of my phone. This song is now heard by me, a sign of an incoming call.
“Hallo Ka Tiar,”
“Honey, you where the hell!”
“Hehe, sorry I saw the painting exhibition first.”
“Yeah, let's hurry we have to go home, this already want afternoon loh May.”
“Iya ka, I'm there, share aja location kaka.”
I also passed away, away from the figure of arjuna that I had been looking for a long time, but I said sangejaya would not side with me. Time only left your figure in my eyes, but it did not give me a chance to advance further. ‘The first time in my life, meet and love, in one time.’
******
“Yeah Mayang, where are you from? Kaka nyariin you from earlier.”
“Hehe. Sorry, Brother, I was richly hypnotized just as there is writing ‘position painting.’ Hehe sorry ya kaka tiar beautiful.”
“Iya-iya. Don't get rich again!”
“Siaap, beautiful kaka tiar.”
“Gombal you Mayang.”
Me and Brother Tiar returned to our residence which is also where we work. Brother Tiar is my best friend, I even consider him my own brother. Brother Tiar is always willing to help in solving all the problems I am facing, he is very good.
“Kak Tiar's. When I met my ex-husband first how?”
“Why you? Ko suddenly nanyain ex husband kaka?”
“Not your ex-husband's sister. But I nanyain how fitting first met with ex husband kaka?”
“Owh. You want to, do not you meet a handsome guy huh?”
“Kepo!” I said in a slightly high tone, but certainly not serious.
Weight of my foot stepping, ‘why?’ I don't know if I don't know either.
Rinduku grows, ‘on whom?’ I don't know.
My heart becomes heartbroken, ‘what reason?’ I don't know either.
All I know is that this happened when I met Arjuna. He, just by his charisma alone can make me like this. Great man, I met a wonderful man.
SERIATE
