Sam
Dejavu

Trust me standing between two people involved feeling like this is not easy. This is what a girl named Nada Gantari feels.

Yes, Nada in the past has been involved with special feelings for Sam, as well as Sam. As for Atar, I don't know. There is a sense of comfort when together with that figure. However, it is so complicated for Nada. Especially since ...

Tone like dejavu on the incident a few years ago. The demands of various events made the chest that had been beating uncharacteristically, now seemed to want to explode just like that.

"What does it take to come here?" tanya Nada to Sam with a sharp look, then the next second he looked down, looking at the tip of his sports shoes.

Atar himself could only remain still. See Nada and Sam alternately. His mind was strong in guessing something that he himself did not know.

While Sam tried to swallow the saliva but felt choked. "My-me ..."

The voice of the father who emerged from the house saved Sam from a gripping situation for him.

“This is why there are guests you did not ask to enter, Nduk!”

Hardi, Mr. Nada immediately greeted Sam. There was a pause of a few seconds as Hardi shook hands from Sam. It seems like the man Nada calls you, father, every day is a little forgotten about Sam.

“I Sam, Sir. Father how are you?" sam asked after kissing Hardi's back.

While Hardi just nodded stiffly, "Alhamdulillah, sae." but, his mind was trying to remember Sam. It was just that Hardi kept smiling kindly as usual. Mr. Nada is indeed a supple person and can blend in with young people.

Likewise with Sam, he is still scanning Hardi who is not like before. His skin was darker than he had ever known.

“Pak,”

Atar's call now diverts Hardi's attention. The man who was almost nearing middle age now turned to Atar who also extended his hand to shake hands.

“Sorry, yes, Atar. Should trouble you again. Tone so bad until losing important letters. Please help ya!” Hardi already knew the intent of Atar's arrival.

“Father, as well as anyone. I'm on a loose time so hopefully it can help.”

There was a strange sense in seeing the familiarity of Atar and Hardi. Sam was still listening even though his heart was starting to heat up.

“This is why just stand up. Come-ayo sit down first!” Hardi guides Atar and Sam to sit on the porch.

There is one medium table and two long chairs at the end of the terrace. Two more single chairs of wood also lined up beside the long chair. Regular to receive guests if you want a relaxed atmosphere.

The tone is in. Now Hardi sat down next to Atar and Sam sat alone in front of Hardi.

“Honestly I kind of forgot this Sam boy, mbok father in reminded, this is a friend of which Tone? Or a new Na teaching friend, whom you don't know yet!”

Sam finally sighed softly and cleared a little. ”I am a friend of SMA Nada while in Solo Pak, who often go to Dika's house, in front of Mr. Hardi's house first,"

Hardi tried to remember and he just smiled. ”O it! Oh yeah, I just remembered. Understandably it is getting old me, so sometimes often forget.” Hardi was enthusiastic.

“This means also know with Atar this?” Hardi pointed at Atar who was sitting next to him and Sam nodded in response. ”She from Solo also the problem. Can SK teach in a sub-district near here too. He sometimes helps Nada if he is in trouble," Hardi explained, making Sam's guts instantly shrivel. That close?

The arrival of Nada carrying a tray containing three cups of tea made the conversation pause. That certainly makes Sam regulate his heartbeat that is not due to see the flat face of Nada.

Sam was even more surprised when Nada sat in a different chair but still aligned with him. "‘Please on drink Mas, Mas.”

Nada looked alternately at Atar and Sam, then looked down.

Hardi certainly also invited his guests to drink the banquet first. Meanwhile, both Atar and Sam nodded and said yes and thanked him almost simultaneously.

Hardi broke the silence again by asking where Sam was after graduating High School. “I studied outside Java, Sir. Follow where my papa is on duty.”

Sam's confession made one hand of Nada clenched at the side of her plisket skirt.

So it's true you accidentally disappeared and made me fall apart.

“Shortly, that means Atar and Sam also know each other,” asked Hardi alternately to Sam and Atar.

“White, Sir. We used to be a force. Just different space. I also just met Atar this once after graduating.” Sam told Hardi the truth and was strengthened by Atar who nodded in his words.

“So, can the departure be delayed first, Nduk? It's like an old friend just met. Masa’ yes, want to go quickly." Hardi felt bad to see Nada who still remained silent in her place.

“Na, follow Mas Atar how good, sir. “ Nada does not know if the answer will make Atar's heart warm while rustling pain for Sam.

“Yes already, talk for a while yes, Atar yes. Please in drink first.”

Hardi took the lead to drink the tea in front of him at Atar and Sam slowly grabbed a cup of tea that was already gradually warm.

While Sam himself just smiled while continuing to sip little by little jasmine-scented drinks were full of feelings.

The sweetness of sugar can reduce the bitterness of a cup of tea. However, if the cup of tea still tastes bitter, surely the sugar will be blamed. It would be different if the opposite. If the sweetness in the tea feels right then who will get the compliment it must also be the tea.

How can we get as close as we used to be? While when we are close like this, you make such a long distance?

"We're gonna have bad luck, aren't we, Mas?" tanya Nada looked at Atar.

Atar glanced at Hardi and Sam, feeling bad. "Look easy, Na. Can be arranged."

Nada and Atar will indeed leave after this. "We're going to my friend's house first to start making lost letters."

"Is it all right, bothering Atar's friends on holiday like this?" ask Hardi to chimed in.

"Yes, it's Sunday" she said quickly.

"Although on Sunday my friend actually got the day picket ration. So, Monday you asked for his head's signature."

Sam silently listened to the talk of Hardi, Nada and Atar, occasionally stealing glances at Nada who was still often silent down playing the tip of his finger.

“Oh, Son Sam himself there need what is the same Tone? I until just realized too fun to talk to and fro, it's not good to continue talking without giving a chance to Nak Sam." Hardi turned his focus to his son, "that's it, Nduk, in question, what interests! Have come all the way not in tanya.”

“Yes right, I want to go also not good with Mas Atar Sir. If Mas Sam does not say what is necessary, how does Nada know what it means.”

Hardi frowned and was a little surprised at the response of the Tone that looked ketus. He got bad to Sam who is now quietly looking down deeply.

“Nduk, kok-“

”Sorry, Sir.” Sam had to break Hardi's words so as not to blame Nada. “Sa-I came here there is indeed a need with Nada. But seeing Nada wanted to have business so I just shortened my arrival. I'm sorry because I didn't make an appointment first with Nada.”

Sam took out the contents in his bag and placed them quietly on the table.

One purse that Nada recognizes is on the table. He held back his hand which was about to quickly grab the thing.

This time Sam dared to raise his face at Hardi, and glanced at Nada who now just wanted to look at him. “I want to deliver the Nada wallet left in the workshop, Sir. I had no contact with Nada, so I decided to take her to the address. Nada number has not been in contact for a long time. So, sorry, I did not make an appointment with Nada.”

“Obony, Nduk. Wallet you meet,” exclaimed Hardi really sparkling to see the rectangular object.

Sam took the wallet back and gave it to Hardi. “This sir, please check first. Afraid of something diminishing or something. But I assure you, there won't be any less in it. And sorry I had a chance to check it.”

Hardi continued to thank him, while Nada did not know what to say. Only the murmur of Hamdallah was heard in Sam's ear.

“Nduk," Hardi looked at his son, reminding Nada who did not also speak.

“Ah, yes. Thank you Sam, I really thank you.”

“Iya, equally. Well I guess I should pamit.” Sam stood his heart relieved mixed with the pain of seeing a tone so stiff as to accept his arrival.

I know you must hate me so much right now.

Hardi stood up and was a little surprised at what Sam said. He looked at Nada then at Sam alternately, he was surprised to see the awkwardness between his daughter and Sam. It looks so different. He turned to Atar who was now also standing with a relieved face.

Sam said there was business too so that Hardi could immediately throw away his bad taste even when Hardi said Nada and Atar's departure plan because he wanted to take care of the lost letters on the securities inside child's wallet. However, that doesn't change Sam who wants to leave immediately.

Sam shook hands with Hardi, Atar and last on Nada hesitantly.

The cold hand that came from the palm of Nada made Sam's chest even more rustling.

“Thank you, Mas," said Nada quietly.

“I'm sorry, yes, bothering you. Please continue on. Excuse me.”

There was a sense of tightness whack at the end of the eyes of the Tone that started to water. Moreover, seeing Sam who has now been wearing a helmet and closed his visor. Adding to the feeling of tightness is increasing. Do my words touch her?

...***...

...Don't forget to leave a trace....

...khamsahamnida🙏...