18 Mei 2013

It was Saturday. The day i’ve been waiting for all of this whole week. But this afternoon about 3 PM, the sky seemed like it was gonna rain. And yes it was, the big hard rain with such lightnings and thunders. If it wasn’t enough, the power outages, too. Damn. The rain – the cold – the dark.  What a such teribble combination.

I was hoping that i would be able to see Oppa early, since my work finished at 4 PM. We had planned so many things to do for our date, but it was hopeless anymore. And Oppa made it sure by his sms. He told how cruely the rain had been messing his must-dryable-clothes, so he didn’t have any outfit to wear on. How ridiculus !

03:00 PM

“Sayang nnt lgsg plg ja gpp.kyknya btal smua rncna ntar mlm”

03:02 PM

“Bjuq basah smua T_T Hujane g pake pmberitahuan e :(”

03:07 PM

“Ya kan bju yg d cuci yank bsah smua.g jd kering gr2 tau2 ujan.g tanggap sayang ah :(”

See ? I was very upset. I didn’t want to go home, but didn’t know where should i to go either. I was keep hoping, that rain would be stop and i could meet him soon. And thanks God, around 5 PM the sky just began to clear. So the electricity had been on again. :’)

Then i was alone on sanggar. Waiting for Oppa who came not much longer after that. He kept his promise. Met me in the middle of the bad weather, with no shirts or anything on his upper body. He just wore his jacket. Poor Oppachagi... :(

But I really appreciated his efforts, his attention, affection toward for me. I made tea to warm our bodies. Rain fell again suddenly. Locked both of us there with all its sweetness. We spent our saturday night together. Just the two of us. We talked about everything. About eomma’s invitation. What I wanted him to do with eomma's requirements. And luckyly i’ve heard all the things that i really wanted to know.

Then he told me about himself. About his family. About his very big house in Kalimantan. About his childhood. About his desire to got back there again one day, with me. He even drew a plan of their stately home on a piece of scrap paper that i’ve prepared. I was always happy to listen to his story. I liked the way he expressed his feeling. Shared them all to me, like i would be a main part of his future life.

If it wouldn’t 9 PM, i didn’t want to go home yet. wish i could stay with him. Belong to him forever. Accompany him wherever he goes. Together, i will always by his side. I do love Oppachagi very very much. :*