Waiting for you

Part 10.

Before seeing that neighbor boy, I never cared about any guy. But this is different, at first glance, it feels like your chest is tingling and warming. Is this what they call falling in love at first sight? But that guy is dating, should I snatch him from his girlfriend?

However, this conscience is against the will. Every night I always sit dreamily on the balcony, just waiting for the guy to come home from work. Sometimes until late at night, I wait, maybe the guy knows that I'm watching him from the balcony.

"Hey, honey... why haven't you slept yet?" asked Mother who was standing behind me.

"Za's not sleepy yet, Bund," I replied.

"It's not good for girls to sit alone, until late at night," Papa said.

"Yes, Papa, Za is going to sleep! Finish reading the novel first," I lied.

"Read novels, you can in your room! Here you are got hit by the night wind," protested Mother.

Hm, I slowly take a deep breath, if you get stuck like this, you can cancel your plans to see the guy I'm after. Seeing that I was silent, Papa and Mother got up from the balcony and went into the room.

I immediately clean up the things on the table, and the cellphone and hetsed have been put in the bag of clothing. Don't forget the empty glasses and plates I used to eat, I put them on the tray. While cleaning up, I heard the sound of a car approaching towards the house. I stuck my head out, looking down at the page.

It turned out that the guy's car that I was waiting for came. The heart's intention to immediately enter the room had to be canceled. I sat back on the balcony terrace looking down. Just looking at the guy's car, is already satisfied, let alone being able to talk to him.

While watching him from upstairs, the boy suddenly looked at me. Maybe he felt he was being watched because his eyes were searching for something. Reflexively I turned my gaze to the novel and the cellphone that I was holding as if pretending to be busy.

"Ehem," the boy's voice cleared his throat.

I was immediately embarrassed alias nervous when I heard his voice. My stomach suddenly felt the urge to defecate. Is this a sign of someone in love? But what about his girlfriend, why almost two weeks, never seen coming here again???

*******

With hasty steps I went inside and locked the balcony door. Inside I met Mother.

"Loh, why the rush?"

"Za's stomach hurts, I'm going to the toilet, Bund," I said as I put the novel and cellphone on the table.

"Oh-no wonder, you can smell it," Mother sneered, laughing.

Mother went downstairs, something was left behind, he said. Thankfully upstairs there was a toilet in the corner of the stairs next to my room. If you have your own toilet in your room, you don't have to fight anymore to go to the bathroom.

Sis Mona more often uses the toilet next to my room, because the toiletries are complete. Obviously, I'm the one who filled all the toiletries.

Starting from liquid soap, shampoo, toothpaste, facial wash, cream masks and hair cream bats as well as body scrubs are all available in this toilet. When supplies run out, we take turns buying them.

Fifteen minutes in the bathroom, I finished the toilet. Then clean yourself then take wuduk water. Sleepy eyes again feel fresh because they are flushed with wuduk water.

I got out of the toilet and took my cellphone and novel then went into my room. I glanced at the round object on the bedroom wall. It's eleven o'clock at night. No wonder the sound of crickets began to sound from the bottom page.

I immediately grabbed the mukena behind the door, then put it on. After focusing, I immediately read the intention and then prayed the obligatory four rak'ahs.

After praying and praying, I remembered the incident on the balcony terrace earlier. My heart seems to like the guy in front of the house. I was willing to waste time, sitting for a long time to watch the guy get home from work.

The problem is that the guy doesn't like me or not. What if his girlfriend finds out, if the guy responds to me. So I remembered the message from Mbok Nah yesterday. If the guy said hello to me. Is it possible to just say hello because we are neighbors.

To confirm the status, tomorrow I will ask Papa or Mother. Who knows they have information about that guy. After that I became more and more curious about him. I don't care if that guy is someone else's lover.

******

The next day, I was ready to go to college. The car engine is being heated by Mr. Dirman.

"Za, last night why did you sleep at night

really?" Dad asked.

"Za has a stomach ache, Pah! So go back and forth to the toilet!"

"So don't often sit on the balcony until late at night! The night wind is not good for your body!" remember Papa.

"Yes," I said slowly.

That means Papa heard the sound of my bedroom door being opened many times. Until he found out that I went to the toilet all the time.

"What are you thinking about, why do you often daydream on the upper terrace?" asked Papa again.

"It's okay-Pah, his name is single, he likes to daydream while sitting alone," Bang Rey teased while giggling.

If you seem to know what I'm thinking. He didn't ask much, just gave advice. If the guy I often wait for already has a lover.

My face turns red when you talk like that. But I'm still embarrassed to admit it because of my prayers, expecting the guy to be single soon. Isn't it a sin, isn't it, if the prayer is bad like this?

Mother has known her behavior since I often sat daydreaming on the terrace or on the balcony.

"Za... you're waiting for the guy in front of you

the house, huh?"

I just kept quiet, pretended not to hear. Mother repeated the question. I glanced at the front house and Mother immediately understood.

"What you know from your papa is that the boy is not engaged."

Reflexks, I immediately respond to words Mother. With a mutter, "means the prayer of Za the listen to God, yes, Bund!" I said quietly.

"Ugh, the prayer is really bad," said Mother, rolling her eyes.

"Eeh, but why did that guy cancel fiancee, Bund?" I asked curiously.

"Hm, the guy didn't reveal the reason to Papa. He just answered that there were too many differences in principle between them."

"Oh-I see," I said quietly.

To be continued ....