"Warm coffee is ready... please drink it first," said Bi Eem who came from the right side.
The smell of coffee is so delicious, it makes me, who have been working all day, can't wait to sip it. Bi Eem's coffee is perfect, because the blend is according to taste. I was so thirsty, I drank the coffee until I vomited it again.
"Cough!"
"Den... why have you been drinking it? Right, it's still really hot," said Bi Eem.
"Yeah, I really wanted to drink it," I said with my tongue out.
Not long after, the cell phone in my trouser pocket vibrated. Then I reached into it and looked at the notification screen, it turned out that the message had come from Arjuna. After so many windu waiting, finally the torn man replied. However, he only sent emoticons.
Because the message is just an emoticon makes me feel very sick, then I try to call him. The call is not picked up, but the number written on it is online. Bi Eem has left, then I put the phone on the table while sipping coffee.
Arjuna seems really angry, he doesn't want to reply to short messages from me anymore. After several minutes of sitting down, the message came again. Because I was lazy to look, I tried to turn off cellular data and focus on Mang Diman and Mang Karjo.
Tonight really makes me feel empty, just had a best friend who can make me comfortable now gone for no reason. Even though the intention of the heart is just to be friends, nothing more. I also raised my body because the cold atmosphere was getting tense and creeping into the holes of my pores.
"Den, it's getting late. It's best to go home, because you'll have a fever again." Mang Diman gave advice.
What he said is true, I can't be exposed to the night wind for long. So that makes yourself feel shackled if you want to be outside. However, as much as possible to keep in mind the message from the doctor.
"Man, I want to go into the house first. You take good care of it, don't be afraid of ghosts," I said.
"Hmmm ... who's afraid of ghosts, Den? In fact, the ghosts are afraid of us," replied Mang Karjo.
With unsteady tread, I walked very quickly up the stairs to the second floor. The cellphone that had been ringing, apparently only got one emoticon reply from Arjuna. I don't know why, I'm suddenly strange when I think of him at a glance.
That ridiculous feeling always grows, even though I've tried to throw away the memory when I first met him. The man has the appearance of an FTV actor, has a crooked smile, and is very cute when he laughs. That's all I know of Arjuna.
Arriving in the room, I took off my shirt and pants, not wearing a single thread. Bathing at night is something that I have often done, in the past few months because of work and coming home late. However, doctors have advised against doing so.
Not even finished bathing, a knock on the door was heard from outside the room. That unethical person banged on my room so hard, while my hair wasn't rinsed yet and made me want to move out.
Using a towel to cover my testicles, I got out of the bathroom and went to see who it was out there. I arrived at the doorway, then glanced briefly at the household assistant who grinned.
"Den, I'm sorry if my aunt knocks at night. Here is a letter for Aden," he said.
"A letter from whom, Miss?" I asked curiously.
"This is a letter from a woman, I don't know her name. She was outside but has disappeared." After saying, the household assistant gave the letter.
Then I took a letter with a light blue cover, when I was flipping through the letter, the towel I was wearing suddenly sagged and fell to the floor.
"Gosh! No... Den." The household assistant turned his back and he ran quickly.
I was so embarrassed, I closed the bedroom door and ran to the bathroom. 'Hopefully the aunt doesn't see what I'm like. If he sees, my life is really bad.'
After taking a shower, I sat down on the study table. Staring at some of the documents that will be discussed at the meeting tomorrow. Carefully, the netra was as straight as the pile of papers. I even forgot where to put my cell phone.
By nightfall, it feels like this stomach is very hungry. Then I got up while walking towards the second floor, my feet took me past several household assistants who were still passing by without stopping.
Indeed, tonight I haven't eaten anything, so it makes my stomach very hungry and growling non-stop. On arrival at the seat, the menu is available. Usually I eat with mom and dad, now I'm alone.
While contemplating, I chewed some rice and glanced briefly at the living room.
"Den, don't daydream. You'll catch a cold later," said someone from behind, based on the tone of his voice I knew him.
Yes, she is Bi Eem. The woman who always comes suddenly and breaks my reverie, she often does this to me. Then the middle-aged woman sat down on the right side. With a crooked smile, and folding both hands on the table.
"Bi, can I confide in Aunt or not," I said spontaneously.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" he asked a little urgently.
"Is it wrong if we like someone we've only met for about two or three days," I explained.
"Yes, no. There is history when the match came at what time. Even my aunt, Dini's father met only once. Then we became close and became closer. Then we decided to marry within one month," said Mrs. Eem .
"But I don't think I can marry him, because we are the same," I answered casually.
Hearing those words, Bi Eem's expression suddenly changed, he frowned and was like someone who was swallowing a coin.
"I mean, same how?" he asked probingly.
"I mean, we both work in the office. But he's an ignorant child, I can't possibly get his love." By lying, I began to be strange in explaining.
'Dammit... fortunately the person's name was not pronounced, just try to let this mouth slip, things will get complicated for sure,' I muttered to myself.
"What's called a match, God has arranged. No matter what that person's attitude is, if he is a match, we will definitely come back with us. Women are the missing ribs of men," explained Bi Eem.
"If Aden's ribs are gone with the dog, Bi. So... there's no one on the other side," I muttered jokingly.
"Ha-ha-ha ... what's wrong with you. Hurry up and eat, you'll sleep later tonight. It's not good if you eat past ten," said Bi Eem.
Then the woman in the black bandana went into the kitchen, she always cheered me on what was going on. Even in very difficult circumstances, I trusted talking to her more than my own mother.
Since I was in junior high school, I often confide in anything, including love. Bi Eem is a woman with a very gentle heart, so that anyone will feel at home with her.
For matters of feelings this time I dare not say, because it is very sensitive for ordinary people. The feeling is ridiculous and is not sanctioned by the whole universe, whatever the reason.
To be continued...