Fiction Story : Why Not ???

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After that night I stayed at your house, the morning I was hit by a very powerful guilt. I should have spoken bluntly, that since knowing you, every morning I find myself split. A piece of me is in Manado, being the husband of a wife and father of two, and another like wandering in a universe I do not recognize and constantly harassed by the overwhelming desire to gather your pieces intact in my life.

Inside the Taxy that took me from your rented house in Lamure to Dalate, I kept repeating my unhappiness to speak frankly, when it was a golden opportunity to talk to you as you are. There's not much chance to meet and talk to you alone, because the distance between us is not only about the length of the road I need to travel, but also about the time that sometimes changes faster than I think. The distance between us, as it turns out, is also about space that is too wide as I am in a barren desert and laboriously crossed it in a state of empty pockets, whereas you are in the middle of a savanna field with hundreds of horses running around you.

I did wait until nightfall, hoping that the atmosphere of the night would cultivate romantic things in our conversation, and I pretended to refuse your offer to stay in your rented house just so you would repeat the offer. "Tonight I'm not home, you can stay at my rented house. Tomorrow morning you'll be fresher to continue your journey, "you say.

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I was very tired when I arrived that afternoon in Dalate. I do not really understand the area you choose as your home. I do not know where exactly can meet you even though you have sent a message containing your address on my mobile phone. I regret why so desperate to come from Bandar Lampung just to see you. I decided to get off the angkot and walk. I think it's easier to find your address by walking. And, indeed, after I found your address, all my clothes were wet with sweat. But the aches in my calf and all my muscles are ignored when I see you.

You have not changed much, still like the first time I met you accidentally at the training. Ah, I will not forget the unfortunate encounter. But, back then, when you came to me and introduced myself as the guardian teacher of the students who were going to attend the writing training, I could guess that you must be a teacher that your student is hard to forget. But I do not talk much, just dialogue with myself, also when you tell me at length about the school built in the middle of the jungle stalks. I am more as a listener, occasionally admiring the winding cane leaves in the wind.

The encounter with you begins to give a great impression a few days later. Suddenly you contacted me on my mobile phone, told me you were in Manado City, and stayed at an Angkasa hotel in the middle of town. As a new person I know, as well as the person you have treated so special when I come to the school where you teach, I feel I must be a good host for you. As I accompany you, I become more acquainted with you, and there is something inside you that always makes me think hard not to forget you.

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Since then we are getting more and more connected, though hardly ever meet. Through the email you sent, you said you would leave your job as a teacher, because your son who lives with Randy, your husband, and also his grandmother, mother of your husband, needs his mother's presence. "I'm going to Jakarta," you write one day in the email, calling the name of the town where your son lives with his father. "There's something important I need to finish." The other day you called me, saying you can no longer keep your house with Randy. "We do not fit. That's it, "you say. Then on another day, you told me you moved to Dalate. "I want to be a writer," you say.

Either because of a burden that made my head so heavy, one day I planned to go to work while riding taxy. I'm not usually like that. And, to my surprise, after getting off from Angkot, I found that I took a bus to Tidore Port. More surprised, it turns out, after arriving at Tidore Port, I bought a speedboat ticket. Then you're in my head.

"What's up with you?" You look at me, all my wet clothes. "You're so upset. You look like you're not. "

"I'm a mess." I tried to smile. "I do not know what happened to me?"

I told you, that this morning I was planning to go to the office, but I was in front of you. You laugh instead. Instant. Then you divert the conversation to another theme, to the things you tell in your e-mail. All about your desire to become a writer, then you ask about the writings you once sent me.

I just diverted to another thing, to some book titles I've read, and told the book to you. You reciprocated by telling me about your reading habits, spending your monthly salary on books, and your very hard efforts to produce a work that can be broadcast in a newspaper or magazine.

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We are talking a lot. Finish one theme, we jump to another theme. Finished talking about books, we are talking about people who write books. You also told me your experience met with many writers while in Dalate. On holidays, you spend time visiting a bookstore. Sometimes, in the bookstore there is a new book launch event featuring the author. You are acquainted with the authors of the book. I always hear your stories about the writers you know. Every once in a while I say I know them personally.

"I've read the short stories and poems you wrote. Can I write like that? "

We also talk about how to write. After that you told me about your former students who had been in writing training with me. You say, your students' children always call you even if you no longer work as a teacher at that school. You say they are smart and talented kids. I just nodded, though I did not really recognize them. I think with a nod, you'll know that I like your story.

Without it, the afternoon arrived. I just realized I had to go back to Manado. "You're crazy," you say, then offer me to stay at your rented house. You said the house would be empty because there's a job you have to do in the office until tomorrow morning. "I still want to talk to you," you say.

When the bus that took me stopped at Dalate, I planned to take another angkot that could take me to Kampung Ragana Terminal. From there I will take a bus to Tartare Harbor, then take a fast boat to Tidore Port. In Tidore I can choose a taxi to get home. But, when I thought I had chosen the bus majors Dalate-village Ragana, it turns out I even ride public transportation route Lamore-Dalate.

I just realized my mistake after the bus driver yelled Dalate to call the prospective passenger. I wanted to get off the Bus, but I stayed. The bus is moving again, then your shadow flashed through my head. Suddenly I remembered that many things I really want to talk to you are not talking about. I just realized, I was more a listener when I met you. And, suddenly, when there was a passenger who asked to come down in front of a school, I suddenly went down.

As soon as the bus leaves, I just remember that you said your rented house is right in front of the school.

I turned across the street, how miraculous, you were standing in front of your rented house. You're not working today, and your looks are so messed up. Maybe you slept again after I said goodbye, but you can not fall asleep because of one thing or another. And, at the same time I saw you standing in front of the rented house, you also saw me standing across the street. "Rudy .... You ...! "You yelled from your front of your rented house, stepping to the side of the road, seeing me cross the road to get near you. "You're not home yet?"

I said when I got to Dalate, and when I wanted to go to Ragana's village terminal, I took the bus to Dalate. "Do not laugh at me!" I said when I saw you were about to laugh. "I'm really screwed up."

You're taking me into your rented house. I'm sitting on the threshold you're titled. You're sitting next to me. We're silent. I'm trying to grow the courage to speak frankly to you, and I do not know what you're thinking. have enough courage to talk, I open my mouth. At the same time you open your mouth, want to say something.

You took me into your rented house. I'm sitting on the threshold you're titled. You're sitting next to me. We are silent for a long time. I'm trying to grow the courage to speak frankly to you, and I do not know what you're thinking. When I felt I had enough courage to speak, I opened my mouth. The moment you open your mouth, you're about to say something.

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"You're first!" I said.

"You're first!" You say.

We're back together in silence. My chest was no longer beating, but it was already vibrating to make my hand tremble. I think my lips tremble. I feel I should be able to beat this vibration before you see it. But, as it turns out, when I look, your body is also shaking. I took a deep breath. I think I should say what I think.

"Tonight," you say, suddenly, then looking at me. "Nothing happens between us, is it?"

I was nervous and shook my head. "No," I said. "What are you thinking?"

"No," you say, then smile.

I sighed. I remember last night. You're coming home from work because it's awful to leave me alone in your rented house. I opened the door for you. All my life I never opened the door for a woman, and I kissed your forehead so tenderly. You're shocked but you keep quiet. Long time we stared at each other. We just realized when you closed the door. "Are you asleep?" I was about to answer that I had trouble closing my eyes, but you went on with your words. "Why should I ask, surely you can not sleep." You put down your bag, then sat down beside me.

"Why did you say that?" I asked.

You're smiling. "Because I do not feel at home and always think about you."

And, somehow at first, that night we were back in conversation about many things. The longer we get closer. Then you start lying on top of the ambal while still talking. Before long I also lay down while still talking. I stared at the ceiling. My mind feels so calm. I feel so comfortable. Unconsciously, I fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up and we hugged each other. We just sleep, hug. Nothing happens between us. But that night, maybe because of your arms, I dreamed I had grown old with you.

You're smiling, looking at me so deeply. "Do you know. Last night I dream of being old with you, with you ??? Why Not ??! "

The End

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https://scholarlykitchen.sspnet.org/2014/04/08/why-do-publishers-want-to-sell-direct/

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