The Macau Love Story
About Pipo

After dinner, I tidied the table while mas Pandu washed the dishes. I headed straight to the room after I finished wiping and cleaning the dining table.

As soon as I finished cleaning myself, and before I lay my body on the bed, I walked towards the closet to get my pajamas and clean underwear for Pandu mas.

Today I was really tired after venturing to thwart mas Pandu's marriage with Delita. My pair of eyes also felt demanding to be immediately closed. I don't care about Pandu mas who is still busy washing dishes and cooking utensils that I used earlier. I want to rest even though it's only eight o'clock, because my eyes don't want to open any longer. Until I vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, maybe it was Pandu mas, but I was reluctant to turn my head because half of my consciousness was out of nowhere.

I woke up with a blanket covering my body. It's just me on the bed. When my net was fixed on the clock on the wall, showing at one in the morning. I couldn't find Pandu's mas when I circulated the view to all corners of the room.

The bathroom door that was slightly open, also looked dark because the lights were out, and it signified that there was no activity in there.

I slowly got up, sat for a while on the edge of the bed, to gather my consciousness that was still scattered everywhere.

Because of my curiosity about the existence of mas Pandu, I got out of bed and decided to leave the room to find his figure. The living room, which is integrated with the living room, and the kitchen that merges with the dining room, appears empty. The only possibility, mas Pandu is in his study.

When my feet stepped into a room that was not too big, right my guess, mas Pandu was sitting doing something with a laptop in front of him. I can see the figure of Mas Pandu from the door gap that is not tightly closed.

Slowly, I opened the door so as not to make any noise that might disturb his concentration. When the door was opened a little, I looked at my head and I caught my net there was a mini glass next to his laptop, containing the wine I estimated the rest was just a little.

That means, mas Pandu has been here long enough, or even he has not closed his eyes since dinner last night.

Maybe for people here, wine is a drink that must be there to accompany him to work deadlines or work, as mas Pandu do today. In addition, said mas Pandu, drinks such as wine can also warm the body in winter.

To my relief, there was no sign of him smoking tonight. Indeed, since my pregnancy was three months to almost the fifth month, I never saw him smoke if he was visiting me in Hong Kong. I don't know if he's away from me, maybe he's still smoking because it's his habit.

Just now I was about to close the door, and intend to return to the room, I was shocked by the sound of mas Pandu and the conspiracy of my heart seconds made like I was about to jump.

"Why awake?" ask without taking your eyes off the laptop screen.

I hesitated to widen the door, then stepped closer while gathering courage before discussing something.

I really intend to talk about our past, even though I know Pandu mas is the man who owns the handkerchief, I still want to ask him directly. But not yet my heart has been made kebat-kebit. I felt like I was meeting a lover or girlfriend who made my body feel strange waves until my body trembled.

"I woke up earlier" I said standing in front of his desk. "Mas hasn't slept?"

"Not yet" replied Mas Pandu. From where he sat, he looked at me while taking off his glasses. His eyes were already a little problematic, so he had to wear glasses if dealing directly with his laptop.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep"

"It's okay, you should take a break, right?" Mas Pandu placed his glasses next to a mini glass filled with wine, then moved his finger back on the keyboard.

Silent, there was only a rustling sound coming from ten fingers of the Pandu mas hand that was so agile dancing pressing the letter keys on his laptop.

"I want to talk" I said with gathered courage.

Hearing my words, the hand hit Pandu stopped moving on the keyboard, the net then turned to me.

My heart somehow brazenly increased its rhythm while I obeyed his command to sit down.

In retrospect my heart shouldn't need to be this wild. But I don't know, I told you, I was like meeting a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend who has not met for a long time, really makes me clumsy to the wrong behavior.

I sat down, my hands together on my lap.

"What are you talking about?" tanya mas Pandu without stale bases, his hands are fused together, and elbows rest on the table and then support his chin.

Looks very relaxed with his self-control is so great, complete with the adult attitude that he shows. And last afternoon I saw his childish behavior when I spoke at length in front of the Hermawan family and the invited guests. He is like a child who usually just silently listened to the talk of parents.

"Why shut up, forget what to say?"

I swallowed my salivary hoping to reduce the gerogi feeling that suddenly stopped within me.

"Can you tell me about the handkerchief ownership I have?" I said in the accompaniment of the increasingly erratic heartbeat.

Mas Pandu was surprised to hear my words, but the shock was only a moment. He returned to the relaxed gesture.

"What should I explain?" he then got up from his seat, he walked over to me.

"The handkerchief reads Pipo, a gift from my boy friend in childhood"

Sitting on the edge of the table, mas Pandu crumpled his fingers in front of his thighs.

"What do you want to explain about that?"

"The owner of the handkerchief, right?" I said then turned to the right side and raised my head. My position was still in a state of sitting facing south, and mas Pandu sat on the edge of the table facing north, making our eyes too far apart.

Mas Pandu then lowered his head and our pair of eyes immediately met.

"You know where it came from?"

"Mother" I replied without breaking our eye contact.

"How do you know?" he asked as if he was intimidating me.

"When I learned to make a handkerchief with my mother, I suddenly saw her writing Pipo's words on the corner of the cloth. In that instant I immediately asked for the handkerchief I had, and mother said it was yours decades ago" I said with my chest trembling even tighter. "What mas is the guy who always accompanies me at kindergarten school while I wait for papa to pick me up?"

One second, I saw the jaw of Pandu's jaw tightening, two seconds saw his body move up the tower, and the next second, the hand of Pandu's hand stretched out to reach my hand and then lead me to stand in front of him.

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