Flowers are beautiful....
But rainbows are much more beautiful....
Just like women,
they are destined to be beautiful....
However, you are the most beautiful....
Love is sincere....
Longing is tight....
But, love is still beautiful....
And, love is... you.....
If I feel cramped, will love come to see me, so that the tightness in my chest evaporates like a breath in glass ....
I crossed out, I wrote, I crossed again. Until finally I'm really sure about what I'm writing at this time. After that, I folded a small piece of paper that contained the stupid thing, then I put it in an empty cigarette holder. I took it to the garden. Maybe someone can tell this to the one I miss.
"Nikmah ...," I cried, the petite woman looking at me timidly. Then she came closer and looked down. "Can I ask you a favor?" I asked. Her little eyes seemed to be looking at me.
"Ask for what, Master?" she asked timidly. Talking to me for the first time, I'm sure if she hesitated.
"Give this cigarette to Arni, for her husband. Tell her that before giving him check the contents first. Maybe the number is lacking..."
Nikmah looked confused, I'm sure she didn't understand.
"Yesterday I asked Muri to help me take me. This is his wages," I explained. And Nikmah just understood.
"Okay, skipper, I'll tell her," she answered firmly. She immediately left after taking the pack of cigarettes. Obviously, she walked over to Arni, and gave it while whispering.
I smiled, as Arni looked at me. Then I left while walking along the muddy road from the rain. Yes, the rainy season will stop. And the heat awaits.
In the afternoon, I was sitting in the hut near the tea garden. I know, if it's Thursday like this Arni will come home later. Then she will pass by this place to get some bamboo sticks or firewood before she goes home.
There was a clear sound of wood breaking. It was forcefully broken by someone who was about to take it. The atmosphere was quite quiet, allowing me to get up the courage to just approach, conveying the tightness that had accumulated in my chest. Like a chronic disease, this is really very painful.
"Arni," I said, taking her hand and pinning her against the teak tree. Arni's eyes looked surprised, but she didn't put up any resistance.
"M... Master! You--" I licked
her lips before she said anything else. I kissed and recognized Arni's sweet lips. I really don't know, just by kissing her my passion can be like this. Urgent, struggling to continue to reign mightily. Slowly, I let go of my fondling on her, I could see Arni's face was red, and she lowered her head deeply. But, I won't let it go. I lifted her chin so her eyes were looking at me. I smiled at her.
"Arni, if you introduced me to longing, why did you presumptuously let me experience it myself?"