TANKER (TTM)
That closeness
The sound of my phone ringing loud enough woke up this morning.not the alarm as usual but this time the incoming call from my brother in the village...
"Mother is sick...you when to go home, look at mom" My brother chat message..
**Day from Surabaya, I left for my village, which must have been a good distance of 60 KM from my city.I can at least subordinate my mother, I am not with her every day, I am not with her,maybe I only visit once every 2 weeks...
"Mommy is okay?? let's go to the hospital" I'm always worried about my mom getting sick...
"No matter what, my mother's tension went up again... "
"God... "I just looked at her and stroked her chest.it felt very sinful.can not take care of mother. because I have to live with my husband and in-law in Surabaya.
"Why are you kurusan son ?? you sick??" while my mother pointed at the bone under my neck that was getting sunken said this person the bone of beauty..
**In front of mom, I try not to tell her all the problems I'm having. I'm just afraid my mom's mind is adding to it and it will worsen her health condition.
**2 days I've been in the village and all this time maybe the aryangga sir who always nemenin story... by phone. and I am quite entertained because it is indeed a very friendly person.
"I know.you came home not because of the Plague that again hit our city right, not because of your work also right" Again I still never want to tell a stranger about my problems.I am ashamed of the condition of my household.I am just afraid someone will enter my life like Dr. Dion..
"No, my mother was sick. and indeed again just sitting here. maybe a week "
**And somehow this time I really can't refuse not to tell the story.
**Since that time I feel. we are closer. as friends, which sometimes we have different opinions in responding to something.. maybe because I am 13 years younger than aryangga but so far..
instead I feel this difference that never makes bored.maybe if he prefers the listen to classy and calm music, I prefer the sound of rock music with all its complexity...
I feel not alone, he is always ready to listen to my complaints..
which every night chat just asks
"There's a bobok "or every morning just asking "Mbak, you're up"...
sometimes when I have slept too, in the morning I check whats app I always have a youtube link sent. let alone if not classy music, piano instrument, music,violin instrument that over time I began to like the habit.until every night I began to wait until he sent me chat walo just nanya "Uda bobok" ....
**Today I went back to Surabaya, back with my activities waiting, projects ready to be carried out but I started to get distracted with one thing..."Aryangga"
**I began to feel comfortable with the attention he gave me.. But... is it just me? certainly not **
