Noman
By: Antoni
Love makes fools. Actually, I hate this situation. Long time I did not fall in love. And suddenly it came to supernatural beings, menyergapku from behind, membantingku harshly, I fell to the wedding.
I am a wanderer, but now I'm tangled ropes of marriage. Imagine.A traveler tangled rope wedding! Marriage without a curved yellow leaf, with no oil menggelantung ivory, no bunch of bananas, jasmine-ronce dironce, especially gending Ngorek frog, none at all.All bargaining takes place, not fragrant, gray, overcast just hang.
"This is the official marriage right, Ma?" I asked my mother in law, after all the guests go home.
"Official ..." His eye brows a little upward. "There is a runner and KUA officials. Valid according to law and religion. Emangnya why? "
"Yes, thank God, are happy just ...," I replied. I have one converts since August 2003. Be aware not well understood.
We went back into silence. Mother in law caught misahkan break-hairpin that my wife had worn. There is a little large, separated from one another. Then stored in small boxes. While ignite cigarettes, I'm back up back to the wooden pole supporting this limasan home. There is no roof covering. Crucial visible from below. Lonjoran lonjoran bamboo-evident.
I tercenung moment. Remembered his late mother who died last November. If still alive, surely he once saw a happy wedding. The last will of me, just one: he wanted to see me happy.
My hair feels a little ride. Wind, dry rock, bersirobok in from the front door. "I have joy only when praying alone, Bu ...," I mumbled in mind.
Weddings, frankly, it makes me happy. Although perhelatannya place is very simple. Wedding memaksaku stop traveling. Dozens of me crossing the street deserted and dark, longing and hope are friends. My feet move without certainty. Finally, I stopped by the strength I had never understood. Mate made me stop going.
As a traveler, I never really learned what it is essence of marriage, a happy household, family and countrymen sakinah. Be the most stupid man I am. Ketergagapan cultural experience in housekeeping. A traditional ritual carried down for generations by people around the world. And I do not recognize it at all.
Before, I was afraid to face the wedding. In the shadow, all the household should be prepared in advance, such as housing, equipment and vehicle production. Since the age of 18 years, I built a house three times, only to understand the elements of the wedding. The first house, a tiny but permanent, forced to sell because I moved to Surabaya. And my wife going to be flight attendant candidates. Fly, forever.
The second house, actually I'm not so interested in building it for the single, although my boyfriend love me infinity. Built on the edge of the road, in a quiet village. I lived there a year old, while completing my second book on meditation. I sell anymore.Singapore's boyfriend works there.
After that, I did not build a house again. But buy it. At the center of tourism in Yogyakarta. A haunted house and old joglo. Mine gallery
Small, pretty well. Paintings of my work had the Dutch and Belgian tourists purchased. Finally, because of saturation and the Bali bombing there, I decided
traveling again. The house was kujual hastily.
Now, I have a wife who is loyal but does not have a home. Once I got home, but life without a wife. He .. he ... he, ironically, right?While my wife was living with his mom. It is the suffering of abused orphan who lives prolonged.
I put the cigarette butt into an ashtray terakhirku. Mother in law had it been since the move from her seat. Lamunanku about wedding events, the environment around me makes me not understand. So I went, looking for my wife in the room next door, plywood baffled.
Beautiful wife. The most beautiful in the world. It looked busy bride dress memberesi, powder and all the pretty wedding dress fittings.Drakkar Noir perfume smell of Calvin Klein was left, at the tip of my nose. Earlier, after the reception, kissed her on the neck. So join parfumnya aroma as well. Indeed, the perfume guy. But like what else? The existence of just that. I bought it at the drugstore Juanda Airport, Surabaya two years ago, sepulang from Makassar.
I kiss his neck again. He smiled spoiled. Radiating happiness in her face. "Want more coffee, Mas?" she asked. I was shaking, clutched him from behind, then we each cheek and gum-matut mematut in the mirror. A pair of newlyweds who got married secretly. I see his eyes shining, bright. It was happy.
The meaning of happiness for me is just a drop in the glowing colors of the other colors are dull. Everyone who is able to achieve everything that diidam-desire, of course, be happy. So did I. Often I get tired of traveling and want to qualify as life in general with a married man, married, and childless divert as conveyed by Allah to Prophet Abraham.
Two weeks before the wedding, I was specifically applied to the power of the mighty. The strength of the most ancient, before the earth and the solar system was created. Under the old trees hundreds of years old, on a small hill that slow, precise middle of the night and full moon in the sky, I pass it keramatku applications."I do not need wealth, I need a wife and a family," so my prayers.Kun fayakun, everything happened in a flash.
Wedding is going quick. Indeed, ketemunya old, two years ago at the wedding of an artist dangdut top of the capital. There is no vibration-vibration of love at that time. The second encounter occurred in Yogyakarta, on the edge of the golf course, Hyatt Regency, Bogeys Core. Normal, everything normal place. Just in the middle of the booming music of classic rock heave, he told me a half whisper: "If we want with me, be serious ...," he said.
I simply propose that night. He then kissed the back of my right hand. Resmilah we tie the knot. Ten days after a night of "star studded", it happened this wedding. Without a letter of invitation and wedding taart.
Wedding trip really seemed so beautiful. There are no defects, all goes well and quiet. Small waves, ramps, and can put the screen at will. Blue sky seemed friendly at the end of the horizon and the sun is shining friendly.
Kunikmati wedding. A little unique. Usually the seat next to kemudiku always empty. At least, filled with personal documents and several packs of cigarettes. We have a beautiful woman with hair disentangled, the laughter and love to wear a crisp accent ... so tablets. "Liya gitu loh ....," He insists that unlike Liya Lia.
I made it so easy to laugh. So all the flowery words, and we are always locked himself in a room together. Just kidding, a small fight, sulk together and of course, love. "I had a baby 9 pengin," I said. "Two of it .... Capek," he said while menepuki stomach.
Then we hugged again. As there is no horizon for the surge of joy and happiness. There is no limiting. There is no straight line that separates. Not like the heavens and the earth split in the sky.Everything is completely unrestricted, free and unlimited.Extraordinary. I always miss every minute of it.
Laughter all the fun and laughter that was not the old age. It goes so fast. Just very quickly with the wedding. Happiness, it seems, have never sided with me. Everything turned around 180 degrees.Extinguished immediately. Turned all black. Confusion. Dark.Rumble. Stomping, stomp and strike-Flashing. Every word so wing-wing. Misunderstanding appeared one after another.Jealousy, suspicion, and talk-talk that enigmatic even bother fighting.
One says little, appeared to be burning coal. Shiny-flash. I do not have time to pray because my mind was consumed completely to my wife. Behavior-changing, difficult to understand. "I want to own," he said softly, but I felt like lightning. Boomed. "We are married, not dating. Suro ... It should all be careful," I said alert.
"Hasyaahhhh ... .." His face was so sullen and so added pointy lips.Dikucir hair wiggle. Although angry, kuakui, he still adorable.
As he flicked cigarette ash into an ashtray, it was argued trinkets confusion about her feelings. From the trivial to the big question. "I dislike the car-tuh mobilan and matches, not flower well ... not that it Sabunku, shamponya that is ... .." Mimic somewhat wrinkled-wrinkle face, when I took the red rose that is packed with a sprig of plastic beauty.
I'm trying to explore things carefully. Include the home, which many times is less suited in hearts. Sometimes irritated as well. But marriage should not be disturbed by the feelings that are not useful as such. I never thought why should such a hurry to get married?
"I'm tired and bored with my life so far. So I quickly decided to get married, "he said at the time.
Arguments it made me feel to find a mature woman. Marut bawdy past it should end when the marriage occurred. When the bear and dress for the ceremony was signed, it ended the last time there.Marriage is a completely new and clean, so we can write anything in there as they please, without having haunted the pages of the black past. His story should be made according to the prevailing values in society. Arranged as a garden flower arranging. For everything and all the fragrant scent. Until finally closed by the sheet pamungkasnya Sang Khaliq. The owner of the legal rights to life.Ah, too bad this teoriku.
"Only death can separate a pair of wedding," I said. It tercenung some stance. Her eyes are beautiful silent a moment. Then his eyes turned gray. He then burst-burst again. There are different perfumes smell of her body, when he stood up and sulk. I was shocked. Leaving office this morning, is it already looks disheveled. But I do not think too deeply. When the car down, he almost forgot to kiss my hand.
"I'm not your husband?" I asked softly, while kusodorkan my right hand. He even kissed him. "Later picked at what time?" I asked again. "At four in the afternoon. Get back an hour," he said, as he rushed down.
The hurricane is already starting. Perfumes smell different offices sepulang, a culmination of all problems that piled up. Though we had sepulang office saw once again that we live in the house.
"Tomorrow I want to ride the city buses only. Do not make it pick up again delivered," he said while slamming his body into the mattress. It memunggungiku. Seemed irritated.
I hope it was just a temporary situation only. As a small problem-the problem that occurred in the days of yesterday. Apparently not.Tomorrow, the next day, remains the same. Continue to be so. One or two days. Week or two weeks. All of the communication channel is closed. It also damages mobile phone numbers. I'm afraid to imagine the fact that could make me sad.
"... This is only temporary," he said when I was desperate to find it, in a sunny day. "Meanwhile ..." is the word that I made the handle.Although heavy and filled with thousands of puzzles, I'm trying to believe that promise.
Life was bewildered. I stepped back with no certainty, no other friend longing and hope. My desire to live past the boiling again.Travel. Yes, travel. I am the traveler!
I have to go back to be friends with nature, with people living medium at the tip-end of the village, the mountains and on the side-shore. Meet the people who sincerely love, menerimaku with open arms, without suspicion, mutual understanding and not to betray. I feel happy. Especially if they throng behind me, follow me to pray.
"But, O God, do you not allow me to have a family, lineage, and generation heir?" I mumbled as I went back to the big tree on the hill is damp.
After some time, suddenly the steady movement of the hand melody Songete phoneku. South Sea surf almost made me not to hear. There SMS entry, pounding my chest.
"Jeleeeeeeeeeeeeeek ... where are u? Tho I miss the ugly. Buatin to here is not the coffee ... ..!" SMS-it sounds so. From my wife. Ah, it appears that SMS is pending since four weeks ago.
THE END
Love makes fools. Actually, I hate this situation. Long time I did not fall in love. And suddenly it came to supernatural beings, menyergapku from behind, membantingku harshly, I fell to the wedding.
I am a wanderer, but now I'm tangled ropes of marriage. Imagine.A traveler tangled rope wedding! Marriage without a curved yellow leaf, with no oil menggelantung ivory, no bunch of bananas, jasmine-ronce dironce, especially gending Ngorek frog, none at all.All bargaining takes place, not fragrant, gray, overcast just hang.
"This is the official marriage right, Ma?" I asked my mother in law, after all the guests go home.
"Official ..." His eye brows a little upward. "There is a runner and KUA officials. Valid according to law and religion. Emangnya why? "
"Yes, thank God, are happy just ...," I replied. I have one converts since August 2003. Be aware not well understood.
We went back into silence. Mother in law caught misahkan break-hairpin that my wife had worn. There is a little large, separated from one another. Then stored in small boxes. While ignite cigarettes, I'm back up back to the wooden pole supporting this limasan home. There is no roof covering. Crucial visible from below. Lonjoran lonjoran bamboo-evident.
I tercenung moment. Remembered his late mother who died last November. If still alive, surely he once saw a happy wedding. The last will of me, just one: he wanted to see me happy.
My hair feels a little ride. Wind, dry rock, bersirobok in from the front door. "I have joy only when praying alone, Bu ...," I mumbled in mind.
Weddings, frankly, it makes me happy. Although perhelatannya place is very simple. Wedding memaksaku stop traveling. Dozens of me crossing the street deserted and dark, longing and hope are friends. My feet move without certainty. Finally, I stopped by the strength I had never understood. Mate made me stop going.
As a traveler, I never really learned what it is essence of marriage, a happy household, family and countrymen sakinah. Be the most stupid man I am. Ketergagapan cultural experience in housekeeping. A traditional ritual carried down for generations by people around the world. And I do not recognize it at all.
Before, I was afraid to face the wedding. In the shadow, all the household should be prepared in advance, such as housing, equipment and vehicle production. Since the age of 18 years, I built a house three times, only to understand the elements of the wedding. The first house, a tiny but permanent, forced to sell because I moved to Surabaya. And my wife going to be flight attendant candidates. Fly, forever.
The second house, actually I'm not so interested in building it for the single, although my boyfriend love me infinity. Built on the edge of the road, in a quiet village. I lived there a year old, while completing my second book on meditation. I sell anymore.Singapore's boyfriend works there.
After that, I did not build a house again. But buy it. At the center of tourism in Yogyakarta. A haunted house and old joglo. Mine gallery
Small, pretty well. Paintings of my work had the Dutch and Belgian tourists purchased. Finally, because of saturation and the Bali bombing there, I decided
traveling again. The house was kujual hastily.
Now, I have a wife who is loyal but does not have a home. Once I got home, but life without a wife. He .. he ... he, ironically, right?While my wife was living with his mom. It is the suffering of abused orphan who lives prolonged.
I put the cigarette butt into an ashtray terakhirku. Mother in law had it been since the move from her seat. Lamunanku about wedding events, the environment around me makes me not understand. So I went, looking for my wife in the room next door, plywood baffled.
Beautiful wife. The most beautiful in the world. It looked busy bride dress memberesi, powder and all the pretty wedding dress fittings.Drakkar Noir perfume smell of Calvin Klein was left, at the tip of my nose. Earlier, after the reception, kissed her on the neck. So join parfumnya aroma as well. Indeed, the perfume guy. But like what else? The existence of just that. I bought it at the drugstore Juanda Airport, Surabaya two years ago, sepulang from Makassar.
I kiss his neck again. He smiled spoiled. Radiating happiness in her face. "Want more coffee, Mas?" she asked. I was shaking, clutched him from behind, then we each cheek and gum-matut mematut in the mirror. A pair of newlyweds who got married secretly. I see his eyes shining, bright. It was happy.
The meaning of happiness for me is just a drop in the glowing colors of the other colors are dull. Everyone who is able to achieve everything that diidam-desire, of course, be happy. So did I. Often I get tired of traveling and want to qualify as life in general with a married man, married, and childless divert as conveyed by Allah to Prophet Abraham.
Two weeks before the wedding, I was specifically applied to the power of the mighty. The strength of the most ancient, before the earth and the solar system was created. Under the old trees hundreds of years old, on a small hill that slow, precise middle of the night and full moon in the sky, I pass it keramatku applications."I do not need wealth, I need a wife and a family," so my prayers.Kun fayakun, everything happened in a flash.
Wedding is going quick. Indeed, ketemunya old, two years ago at the wedding of an artist dangdut top of the capital. There is no vibration-vibration of love at that time. The second encounter occurred in Yogyakarta, on the edge of the golf course, Hyatt Regency, Bogeys Core. Normal, everything normal place. Just in the middle of the booming music of classic rock heave, he told me a half whisper: "If we want with me, be serious ...," he said.
I simply propose that night. He then kissed the back of my right hand. Resmilah we tie the knot. Ten days after a night of "star studded", it happened this wedding. Without a letter of invitation and wedding taart.
Wedding trip really seemed so beautiful. There are no defects, all goes well and quiet. Small waves, ramps, and can put the screen at will. Blue sky seemed friendly at the end of the horizon and the sun is shining friendly.
Kunikmati wedding. A little unique. Usually the seat next to kemudiku always empty. At least, filled with personal documents and several packs of cigarettes. We have a beautiful woman with hair disentangled, the laughter and love to wear a crisp accent ... so tablets. "Liya gitu loh ....," He insists that unlike Liya Lia.
I made it so easy to laugh. So all the flowery words, and we are always locked himself in a room together. Just kidding, a small fight, sulk together and of course, love. "I had a baby 9 pengin," I said. "Two of it .... Capek," he said while menepuki stomach.
Then we hugged again. As there is no horizon for the surge of joy and happiness. There is no limiting. There is no straight line that separates. Not like the heavens and the earth split in the sky.Everything is completely unrestricted, free and unlimited.Extraordinary. I always miss every minute of it.
Laughter all the fun and laughter that was not the old age. It goes so fast. Just very quickly with the wedding. Happiness, it seems, have never sided with me. Everything turned around 180 degrees.Extinguished immediately. Turned all black. Confusion. Dark.Rumble. Stomping, stomp and strike-Flashing. Every word so wing-wing. Misunderstanding appeared one after another.Jealousy, suspicion, and talk-talk that enigmatic even bother fighting.
One says little, appeared to be burning coal. Shiny-flash. I do not have time to pray because my mind was consumed completely to my wife. Behavior-changing, difficult to understand. "I want to own," he said softly, but I felt like lightning. Boomed. "We are married, not dating. Suro ... It should all be careful," I said alert.
"Hasyaahhhh ... .." His face was so sullen and so added pointy lips.Dikucir hair wiggle. Although angry, kuakui, he still adorable.
As he flicked cigarette ash into an ashtray, it was argued trinkets confusion about her feelings. From the trivial to the big question. "I dislike the car-tuh mobilan and matches, not flower well ... not that it Sabunku, shamponya that is ... .." Mimic somewhat wrinkled-wrinkle face, when I took the red rose that is packed with a sprig of plastic beauty.
I'm trying to explore things carefully. Include the home, which many times is less suited in hearts. Sometimes irritated as well. But marriage should not be disturbed by the feelings that are not useful as such. I never thought why should such a hurry to get married?
"I'm tired and bored with my life so far. So I quickly decided to get married, "he said at the time.
Arguments it made me feel to find a mature woman. Marut bawdy past it should end when the marriage occurred. When the bear and dress for the ceremony was signed, it ended the last time there.Marriage is a completely new and clean, so we can write anything in there as they please, without having haunted the pages of the black past. His story should be made according to the prevailing values in society. Arranged as a garden flower arranging. For everything and all the fragrant scent. Until finally closed by the sheet pamungkasnya Sang Khaliq. The owner of the legal rights to life.Ah, too bad this teoriku.
"Only death can separate a pair of wedding," I said. It tercenung some stance. Her eyes are beautiful silent a moment. Then his eyes turned gray. He then burst-burst again. There are different perfumes smell of her body, when he stood up and sulk. I was shocked. Leaving office this morning, is it already looks disheveled. But I do not think too deeply. When the car down, he almost forgot to kiss my hand.
"I'm not your husband?" I asked softly, while kusodorkan my right hand. He even kissed him. "Later picked at what time?" I asked again. "At four in the afternoon. Get back an hour," he said, as he rushed down.
The hurricane is already starting. Perfumes smell different offices sepulang, a culmination of all problems that piled up. Though we had sepulang office saw once again that we live in the house.
"Tomorrow I want to ride the city buses only. Do not make it pick up again delivered," he said while slamming his body into the mattress. It memunggungiku. Seemed irritated.
I hope it was just a temporary situation only. As a small problem-the problem that occurred in the days of yesterday. Apparently not.Tomorrow, the next day, remains the same. Continue to be so. One or two days. Week or two weeks. All of the communication channel is closed. It also damages mobile phone numbers. I'm afraid to imagine the fact that could make me sad.
"... This is only temporary," he said when I was desperate to find it, in a sunny day. "Meanwhile ..." is the word that I made the handle.Although heavy and filled with thousands of puzzles, I'm trying to believe that promise.
Life was bewildered. I stepped back with no certainty, no other friend longing and hope. My desire to live past the boiling again.Travel. Yes, travel. I am the traveler!
I have to go back to be friends with nature, with people living medium at the tip-end of the village, the mountains and on the side-shore. Meet the people who sincerely love, menerimaku with open arms, without suspicion, mutual understanding and not to betray. I feel happy. Especially if they throng behind me, follow me to pray.
"But, O God, do you not allow me to have a family, lineage, and generation heir?" I mumbled as I went back to the big tree on the hill is damp.
After some time, suddenly the steady movement of the hand melody Songete phoneku. South Sea surf almost made me not to hear. There SMS entry, pounding my chest.
"Jeleeeeeeeeeeeeeek ... where are u? Tho I miss the ugly. Buatin to here is not the coffee ... ..!" SMS-it sounds so. From my wife. Ah, it appears that SMS is pending since four weeks ago.
THE END
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