It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 40: About a Year Ago

A Year ago.

Sunday night, I was sitting in a hangout in the town of Pepper. The sky was very dark, when I walked to the hangout, the rain was falling.

In the middle of the density of a friendly city, I sat down with my new favorite black coffee at the same mas-mas guard hangout, patiently waiting for the presence of my girlfriend who is still on the way.

Feeling anxious sometimes also comes along with clouds that are getting darker and darker.

A few minutes passed, finally the person I was waiting for came.

With a dress suit, pink and hijab with matching colors make it look elegant.

"Sorry, just stopped by the exhibition first, look at it." Olivia.

I just smile sincerely and then sip coffee that has started to rage.

A few moments later, the rain started to fall. The longer it is, the more intense, the night fluttering in the city of Blora.

I squirm towards the streets that are getting wet, so is he. "Well.uid." He said, then looked at me with a smile. "That's okay, let it go home can be stretched." Said again.

We abis fight, jammed into each other, keep getting better again and more kayak gini new yesterday. So, there's still a bad taste for each other. Olivia tried to find the right topic to talk to each other, while I waited for questions that I had to answer. So awkward.

"Where was your schoolwork? Smoothly?" He tried asking.

"Yes, it was a little difficult earlier, the material was hard to find." Answer me.

From mutual pleasantries, over time, we start chatting casually with each other. Mutual stories about each other's schools, updates about each other's lives, or talking books, movies to our favorite comics. Everything went as I expected.

By the way, I was dating Olivia for a year, I was pretty happy. Although he often craves but I never sprained and accept him as he is.

There are moments where we diem each other, enjoying the atmosphere around. He daydreamed of the rain while propping up his chin.

While I'm busy maen HP, check WA or write status alay.

When I finished, I looked at him who was still staring at the test from the window. At that moment, tears flowed slowly from his eyes.

"Why cry?" I just want it to be spontaneous, without thinking. (Because you have no mind)

"Pengen. It's not because of you, relax." He said with a sweet smile.

I smiled back and did not want more about her tears that suddenly flowed. There may be some personal issues that I can't tell you.

After the date, I went home and decided to stay at my grandmother's house. I asked my grandmother about what I was thinking. "Sir, why the hell, girls are so cringy?"

My grandmother answered immediately. "Because he had tears"

"Yes, anyway. Everyone knows Grandma too. Which is a problem. Sometimes, suddenly cry without cause." I said.

Grandma stroked my shoulders, then spoke at length times height divided in two. "Because the woman is special, created her shoulders, in order to be able to withstand the entire weight of the world and its contents, and her shoulders must be comfortable and soft enough to hold the head of the sleeping baby.

"Women have the power to give birth, and remove the baby from her womb, though, sometimes also repeatedly receive abuse and emotions from her child. Women have the power, which will keep him afloat, unyielding, when everyone is desperate.

"Women also, have patience, to care for their families, although tired, although sick, although tired, never retarded.

"Women have feelings of sensitivity and affection, for their children, under any circumstances, and in any situation.

"When his children sometimes hurt his feelings, they hurt his heart. That feeling will also provide warmth to the sleepy babies holding back sleep. The children must have felt a sense of comfort when gently approached by it.

"Women have the power to guide their husbands, through difficult times, and to be protective of them. Isn't it, the ribs that protect every heart and heart from being torn apart? Women also have wisdom, and the ability to give understanding and awareness, that a good husband is the one who never hurt his wife.

"Well, that wisdom will test every loyalty given to the husband, in order to remain standing, aligned, complementary, and loving to each other.

"And, finally, women have tears in order to pour out their feelings. This is what Grandma meant, in order to be used whenever she wanted. This is the only weakness that women have, although in fact, these tears are the tears of life. So, never dispute what your mother said!"

After hearing Grandma's words, I could only stare flatly at her. "What's the hell, Grandma?" Ask me, then immediately go to bed because tomorrow must wake up early and follow the school routine.

Two years ago, after I skipped school with Olivia, I told the house about it. I immediately got angry.

For example, I had to move cities, I would not want because I would not be able to LDR-an with Olivia, my boyfriend.

Oh yes, by the way, about the appearance of Olivia that changed drastically compared to two years ago that is why.

That's because I was just talking about him getting married after we were old enough yes maybe five or seven years from now.

Yes, really, I took him seriously. I'm sure of that goal because as long as we're dating, we never fight. Adem ayem is sentosa safe. I can be happy just like that. Yes, although he sometimes badmood and lash, but I never had a problem with it, I always introspect and apologize, keep coming back as the relationship is.

Absolutely never snapped at each other or anything, never attach importance to each other's egos and understand each other, like that's our relationship.

At that time, when we were walking in the park after school, I told him. "We're marrying yuk!"

He was shocked at the time, but I went on to say.

"Yes, I'm serious, I feel, I feel happy with you, and maybe it will be like this forever. So, get married!"

Yeah, that's how simple I got married to Olivia.

At first, he didn't believe me and thought I was just joking. But after I convinced her dozens of times, she finally asked, "When?"

And I said, "Maybe after I went to college or became a writer. So, it's about seven to eight years away."

"Seriously?" Ask him again at that time.

"Yes, seriously."

"Okay deal."

Yeah, that's just it. We agreed to get married in the future. Happy together forever in time. Getting married not to divorce.

After being aware of a future marriage with me, Olivia slowly began to improve. A few months later, she started wearing the hijab and trying to do it so, but unlike now, Olivia did not wear her hijab again.

I used to grieve because I felt like a mate at a young age. I and Olivia had a commitment to get to the guarantee when the time came.  At that time I always hoped we could survive until the wedding day.

Yeah, that was before. Another one now. In the end we broke up and he was with each other, while I was still trying to get him back.

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