SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
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We entered the yard of a fairly large house. The little boy knocked on the door in a loud voice, impatient to tell me I had come.

"Kaak. Syahdu, open the door."

The door opened with a scolding that I missed.

"Dari. Why yell. The door is not locked. I also used to go in by myself!"

The girl's eyes rose to look at me who was standing not far from the boy named Tari. Spontaneous Syahdu widened shocked to see me and Ibra who had arrived in his village.

I'm speechless. I looked at that pale beautiful face. His voice was also hoarse almost inaudible. Syahdu is sick. Didn't he go to the doctor?

"Hi." Sapa Ibra's. Syahdu was still in his place. Maybe he didn't expect to see me in front of his eyes. But this morning Ibra said that my schedule was tight. Yeah, it's solid because I'm going to be with him in the next few days.

"Can I come in? Our journey was long. I think my bones are going to fall off. Numpang tambahin body, huh?"

Ibra's babble made Syahdu reflexively nod.

"Dance, show me the room, yeah."

"Yes, brother." The dance then switched to Ibra. "Let's sister, dance to show her room.

Ibra enters following Dance. And I began to smile when Syahdu's gaze returned to me.

I also walked up to Syahdu who was still standing on the doorstep.

"I miss you." I said to him who was still staring at me. Can't shut up Syahdu. Does he not think I can get here, or he does not like my existence.

Seeing that he did not respond, I also returned to voice.

"Sorry, I lied. I also asked Ibra not to talk if we leave here today. I can't stay apart for long."

I don't know. Syahdu scares me. I'm afraid he's angry. I'm afraid that if she's sad, I'm also afraid that she's not happy with me. And what I feared the most was that Syahdu no longer loved me and left me. I really, really don't want that to happen. Therefore, I will always try to please her. I will do whatever you want with me until I grow old.

"Can you hug me, Syahdu?" My hands stretched out, asking him to come.

Syahdu stepped up and hugged me. I'm happy because he's not angry, but I can feel that his body is not doing well at the moment. The girl was also lethargic, she had her head down, looking for comfort in my body.

"Ah, my fatigue is gone."

Syahdu let go of his embrace. "Come, in. I'll make you some tea."

Syahdu pulled my hand to enter the house which Syahdu said was an orphanage. I see a lot of room inside. And Ibra, I don't know where she is right now.

"Mother is no business. But just go home, okay."

I'm nodding. I also want to meet Syahdu's mother to say that I will propose to her adopted son.

"Which room are you in?" I asked Syahdu.

He pointed to a room. "That one. I made you tea first."

As the girl headed for the kitchen, I got up to her room. All this time Syahdu slept in what place? I want to know.

I opened the door and went inside. I looked at the slightly messy room. Then my eyes caught a box that was already open. I approached as I saw a folded gray jacket. I know that jeket. Belongs to my ex-boyfriend. He once put it in an apartment closet.

I took the jeket. Apparently he still keeps it. Why, huh? Does Syahdu still love his ex?

Suddenly my body felt weak. Is that really so? Then I looked into the box. I found pictures of Syahdu and Wicak together and very friendly in my eyes. The jewelry, too, I remember him telling me that it was a gift from Wicak on his birthday.

Ah, what is all this? Is it true that Syahdu's heart is still for his dead lover? Did he just pity me? Various possibilities came to my mind. I don't want to think anything before hearing everything from Syahdu.

"That's!"

I flinched until I dropped the photos I was holding. Syahdu looked at all the scattered photos. I saw there was a shocked gurat he was hiding there.

"I-I just want to see your room." I said, quoting the photos on the floor. Of course I feel guilty for opening the box.

Syahdu just stared at the doorway. Not a word came out of his mouth until I heard him sigh long.

Syahdu came in, he sat down on the edge of the bed and held the box.

He opened it again and pulled out the teak that I had folded.

Then I remembered the email that came in last night. Is it true that Syahdu is still traumatized?

"I want to give this to Mommy." Syahdu took out a passbook and a jewelry box, then his eyes looked at me with sadness.

"I just took this box for me to separate the contents. Which one I want to give to someone else, which one I can still keep."

My girl looks scared. Was he worried about me after seeing the contents of the box?

"I don't want to keep this on purpose, not that rich.."

I sat down and held his hand. Syahdu was still in his place.

"Syahdu, since you first came and we've been honest about our feelings, I've been a big believer in you. I give you all my trust, one hundred percent. Even if one day I heard a bad story from someone else, I wouldn't believe it wasn't from you. The only one I love is you. My faith, my life, everything for you."

Now, Syahdu looks at me with teary eyes. A second later, her tears came.

"Argha.."

"Yes, baby."

"I've forgotten how I felt about Brother Wicak since a few years ago." He said while holding a picture of himself with Wicak with a big smile.

"Since the beginning I came here, all I've brought is a great deal of guilt. Every night I pray that Wicak will forgive me for betraying him."

I listened. I saw her tears in the photo.

"The years with him with billions of memories are gone. All I remember is her time in the hospital, begging me not to leave."

Syahdu looked at me. His cheeks were already wet with his tears flowing nonstop.

"At that time, without thinking about it again, I agreed. I am willing and willing to accept it. I want to atone for my sins to him, Ga. But he doesn't exist. Even though I'm better now, I still feel guilty."

I tucked her hair behind her ear. This is what the stranger said, that Syahdu indeed needs to be taken to the skiater. Years of guilt lodged in his heart. Guilt that shouldn't exist. Because none of this is his fault.

"Do you feel. If our meeting is a mistake, Syahdu?"

The girl's sight rose rapidly. I don't know what's on his mind at the moment, but his eyes are shining with a hint of shock.

"I asked again. Do you think our meeting was a mistake? Then our relationship?"

He nodded slowly. Then bow again. "Sorry.."

I went downstairs, kneeling while holding her hand. I looked at those watery eyes.

"Supply our meeting by mistake, Syahdu. Let's just say our relationship started with a betrayal. But, can our relationship not continue? Can't we try to be a better person and have a healthy relationship?"

Syahdu is now looking at me. He wiped his tears and nodded, confirming my words.

"If so, marry me, yes. I want this initially wrong relationship to start with seriousness and a strong commitment. I want to be with you, Syahdu. Until we have children, grandchildren, until old age. I love you." I opened a ring box that I had taken from my pocket.

Syahdu eyes are round. He saw the silver ring that I designed especially for him.

"You, right?"

Syahdu cried, a second later he nodded with a big smile.

I was accepted by him. Of course I'm very happy. Without waiting any longer, I pinned the ring on his finger, then I pecked.

"Thank you, baby."

"Yeah, yeaaayy.."

I turned to hear that voice at the same time a loud applause. Apparently Dance. He, the fucking Ibra, is recording with his cell phone. And the middle-aged woman I'm guessing is Nani's mother. Now, it's my turn to ask the parents of Syahdu to invite his favorite adopted son.

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