“I have no plans to get married yet,” she said after our laughter subsided. I smiled sadly. Finally this time I was rejected again. The lattest was by a college chick to whom I thought would receive my ask to marry. With pleasure, of course. Women were surely mysterious buddy. I was really understand by then.
“All right,” I said resignedly.
“We should leaving.”
“Okay,” she said. She took the jacket draped over the sofa and wearing it as well. And I just could only see her sadly. It’s a hard feeling rejected continuously by girls, but life went on indeed. Leaving everything behind. Definitely it would come my time to marry a woman. Maybe not in this way God would give me the match.
We went down to the front desk using the elevator. We both stood there, having not dare to look at one another. Just the two of us in the elevator. Then the bell rang and we walked out. The receptionist served us with a friendly smile. I do not know what is in her mind for seeing her guests just only wearing their room for three hours as well.
We stood on front of the hotel sculpting. She watched at her feet nervously. I handed several sheets of hundred thousand rupiah in her hand. I tried to smile at her anyway, she replied awkwardly. Then I brought the girl shaking hands. “What’s your name,” I asked, “Maybe we can meet again sometime,” I said hopefully. The girl who just rejected me smiled broadly and answered shortly, “Wilma”.
Then we split up in the darkness of the night.
Malang, December 2010.
photograph by Denies Priantinah Senopranoto