Not knowing the direction and confused about the destination, I ended up in this secret and hidden place of mine. The dark was afflicted by the late night, a small beam of light I deliberately turned on from my cellphone to slightly reduce this tense atmosphere. The first time feet anchored at night in my favorite place. My despondency was greater than the haunting fear that brought me to this grass land. The last time I came here was one day after the rejection of Arman's for me. At that time I spent all day that Sunday with sugar cane.
"Hi sugarcane. We meet again. Don't get tired of hearing my stories. Let me look at you tonight," I greeted those whom I always talked to them. Although there was no answer, only the roar of the wind and the friction of the dance of the sugarcane, it was no more frightening than the atmosphere and my inner turmoil, so I ventured to visit it. A place of escape in every sadness and pain that comes to me. Since I was a teenager __ Elementary school first. This place became a contest, a vast rice field, far from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, surrounded by a patch of sugarcane fields swaying in the wind. The hairs on my spine tingled with the silence of the night. The cold pierced my veins, I blinked my eyes far and wide into the sky filled with twinkling stars of the Almighty's creatures. How beautiful. MasyaaAllah, next to the bright moon, the warmth sweeps across my face. I took a deep breath, then exhaled again. Enjoy every second of the time here. A collection of tall, straight cane tree trunks swayed in the night breeze, on the other side there was a rather broad grass for me to lean on from this body, I glanced at my watch showing eleven o'clock at night. It's getting late doesn't stop you from standing on the green grass, but it turns black because the lighting gets darker and darker. The faint strains of singing voices from my heart I realized on my cell phone to dispel the silence a little, I just let this one song repeatedly sound.
"Britney Spears__Everytime"
I drove away lonely and tired while I followed the tone and lyrics in my heart. Although it is undeniable that it is accompanied by these clear teardrops. I have been inhaling the natural fragrance of sugarcane and rice for half an hour as an inner shock therapy in the midst of this universe. The sounds of the night animals also accompanied, frogs, crickets, night insects and many others shouted without me being able to mention one by one the types of them.
how long will i be here___until morning.
"Nez, are you here this late? Why Nez?" The figure of a handsome man behind the half-bright half-dim light of the night reflected on his face as he fought over the moonlight. Holding a flashlight was already facing me. I hope the familiar voice isn't just a hallucination. I really hope it's in this ear. Unfortunately it's just wishful thinking and a mirage in the midst of the true confusion of the soul.
"Inez, what's wrong? Answer me!" I rubbed my eyes. Am I dreaming or not now? Is there a creature in the romance that I wrote? Is this figure Arman or just like Arman? I'm just silent and wondering now. Even if it's just a shadow or an actual creature, the important thing is that it's in the form of my beloved Arman. I really miss him at times like this. Spread the light of serenity.
"Nez, don't just stare, answer why are you Nez?" He immediately hugged me.
Suddenly present on the side, made me surprised, but on the other hand I was happy. I spread my hands and immediately embraced the man I really miss every time. Is this the real Arman?.
"Let's go home, Mom is looking for you. Can't you be contacted? Mom called Liza, Ardy and I asked about you. We were confused looking for you. Liza and Ardy were looking for your favorite places and I was between sure and not, I was looking here," he replied, tightening his hug and invite me back.
"Arman, are you Arman? What's your twin sister's name?" I said to make sure, a little shrouded in fear as well as doubt.
"Echa and Icha, why talk about something else? I'm taking you home," he replied confused.
"When is our anniversary?" I continued to ask if he really Arman.
"February 22. Nez, that's it. We'll talk later, the important thing is that we go home now!"
Shaking my head, without answering Arman's questions. This is not a hallucination or a creature. I'm happy he turns out to be Arman, the young man I love.
We both sat there hugging each other tightly. A link in our hearts that doesn't want to be separated. "Help me Arman. He is a broken and desperate man. How can he make me happy? He said he would heal my wounds? He just broke his heart, isn't his name crazy." I conveyed simple and clear sentences so that he could hear the details.
"Let's go home first dear, this late a girl alone in the fields? What if I wasn't here earlier? What if something happened to you?" he said interrupting my words.
"What if there's a bad person? Anyone who sees a girl like you won't be able to get rid of her evil intentions towards you especially at this time of night. What if there's a snake or a mad dog?" his seduction is accompanied by the sweet fragrance of words.
"If something happens, I don't care. Everything is meaningless right? Something happens or not, my life will also be ruined. There's no way Dad was looking because he knew I met him, so until morning Dad will definitely stay calm even if I don't come home. "I let go of my arms, sat down immediately and wiped these tears.
"Worried mother and don't know what to do? Finally I decided to look for you here, let's go home Nez, will not change things like this, let's hurry," he asked in a low tone.
"Arman, just once we spend time together. I want to be here, accompany me until morning. At dawn we just go home, maybe this is my last request before I am shackled." My tears became more intense, then he hugged me again.
"What should I do? Everything I want to do for you. I want to give you happiness, but I am poor in ways __conflicted by the rules of our Religion. My tears always break in silence, as if I am a strong man. in reason and reckless again, be strong Nez. That will give me strength, if you continue like this I will also be weak. I beg of you Nez." Stroking my hair from head to toe,
"Should I obey you? Tell Nez, what should I do. Please go home. What if there are residents? What if suddenly people see and judge we're doing things?" I quickly brought my hand to his lips as a sign that I didn't want to hear him speak again.
"The beauty of tonight is Arman, let it be ours. Be a witness to our love story. I don't want to go home, I want to accompany me here. We spend this time together. We forget the problems we have," I said, nodding my head as an invitation so that he also nodded and agreed to my request.
"I don't have an answer Nez, this choice of yours ... I understand and I put into the mind. I should not be here this late with you, but my love is too big for you, made me give up." Arman bowed his head and sadness clung to his chest seeing the girl he loved was languishing unable to do anything.