Around Us
Chapter 4: The Being
My life as a first year student has been nothing special. Still limited to butterfly students (return lecture). I have not decided to join SMEs or certain organizations.
At first I was interested in the Student Theatre and Student Choir, but there was not enough confidence to register. There were also classmates who invited me to join religious organizations, but I still needed to consult with my father first. Plus the initial semester of college turned out to be preoccupied with many tasks.
It rained very hard. I was trapped in the library. Time has shown at 7 pm, but there are no signs of rain will soon subside.
From the library to the hostel can be reached in 7 minutes on foot. It's just that, as fast as I run, my body will still get wet. Hah, not a single student was seen coming home with an umbrella in the direction of my boarding house.
After 10 minutes passed from 19:00, the intensity of the rain began to decrease. My body will still get wet if it breaks through that bunch of water, but at least it won't be a soggy. I also decided to go home.
The atmosphere of the campus was so bleak. There was no visible student activity in front of the faculty I was going through. Maybe because of the rain and the dark sky.
I try to focus on my steps. However, my eyes moved towards the faculty building next to which was adorned with shady trees. The place if daylight is a favorite of students to move outside the classroom. It is usually called the DPR (Under the Tree of Leaf).
I directed my gaze to the front of the House of Representatives, I saw someone walking leisurely under the rain. Yes, my eyes were fixed to the spot as it detected movement.
I stopped my steps and then watched the man. Men with black backpacks, dark-pitched checkered flannel shirts, wearing long black pants, and also a black sneaker. It looks like a student. But why does it seem like it doesn't feel wetness?!
I had thought that maybe that person was releasing weight with rainwater flowing from the sky to the ground. However, after I noticed her posture again. I think I know him.
Within about 15 meters, I called out to him. “Mas Bimo!”
He looked over, but only for a split second. Then, he continued his steps back.
I'm still curious. “Mas Bimo go where?”
If he wants to go home, he should be walking in my direction. He was just walking in the opposite direction. It's strange! When I screamed to ask her purpose, she didn't answer either. Since when did Mas Bimo become unfriendly? Something feels very strange.
The rain is back. My clothes are in the water. I ran back. Stay through the back gate of the campus, after which arrive at the boarding house.
Arriving at the boarding house, I hurried to the room and took out valuables in the bag such as books and cell phones. Some of the books are wet, luckily my phone is still safe.
I get a towel, then head to the bathroom to clean up. After the rain, keep bathing, then lay down on the bed, it's a matchless pleasure. It's been set in my brain to feel that pleasure.
Unfortunately, I still had to wait for a moment because the bathroom above was both filled. I heard someone taking a shower. I went straight to the bathroom below. Apparently, same. The door was closed and there was the sound of water splashing. During the cost, it was the first time to feel all the bathrooms being fully filled at the same time.
I went back to the bathroom above, and waited beside the door. After all, men shower for an average of no more than 15 minutes.
I'm getting cold. It seems like I've been waiting for more than 15 minutes. Sometimes I also peek from behind the stairs, hoping that in the bathroom down there is something out. I would knock on the door and ask the person in the bathroom to speed up the activity, but there was a sense of disdain.
Then, the sound of footsteps climbed the stairs.
“You take a shower, Yes?”
“Iya, Mas. But all bathrooms are full.”
“Full what? In the bathroom is empty. No one.”
“Hah?” I was very surprised to hear Mas Bimo's explanation. “This goes who takes a shower?” I pointed towards the two bathrooms above. Didn't Mas Bimo see the door shut?
“Kids again in the room I play PS (play station),” explained Mas Bimo. “This is my go to your room. Want to ride a second, because in my room again rame.”
I'm still stunned. It was clear that the sound of water was taken with a dipper, then splashed into the body, like a person taking a bath. It happens in all the bathroom. But never mind, I can only take a deep breath.
“Oh yes, Mas. Just enter! I want to take a shower first yes,” said I am still surprised.
“Ready, Yes!”
Am I being corrupted by them? Damnit damnit! I opened the bathroom door in front of me.
Blaust!!! There's no one in it. The bathroom floor was both dry. It was clear that water was falling on the floor.
I'm heading down to the bathroom. The door was still closed, but I tried to push it. Open, not locked at all. As Mas Bimo said, there was no one in it. The floor is also dry the same as the bathroom above.
At my boarding house there is an unwritten agreement. If the bathroom is not used, the door should be opened.
While I was taking a shower, I kept thinking. Did I hear wrong? But all the bathroom doors were sealed. Or maybe the sound of people bathing is actually the sound of rain or the sound of water flowing from the trench? No, the voice I heard was clearly the sound of the person taking a bath.
But if it's them, why don't I feel their auras against me? Hem, the reason I refuse to claim indigo or have a sixth sense or a countryman, is because sometimes I feel this kind of insolence. I did not always sense their auras and could not deliberately exert my sensitivity to review their existence.
Nevermind! I'd better hurry up and take a shower, after which the bed in the room.
I opened the door with curiosity. Kreeek! Huh! Mas Bimo is in my room. He sat leaning against the wall holding his laptop. His fingers danced nimbly between the keyboard keys.
Yes, I remember. When I was about to take a bath Mas Bimo permission to hitch a ride while in my room. But not about that. There was something I didn't realize.
When I got home, I saw Mas Bimo walking in the rain in front of the House of Representatives. Why is he suddenly at the boarding house? I also confirmed it to him.
“Mas Bimo earlier where did it rain?”
He stopped his activities for a moment and looked towards me. “Rain-rain?”
I nodded.
“I am from noon at the kost. Not going anywhere, Yes?” Mas Bimo looked at me in wonder.
Mas Bimo's gaze was still on me. “Yes, is there something with me?”
“Ngak, Mom. Maybe I saw wrong.” Not wanting to make Mas Bimo confused, I also shifted the subject. “Mas Bimo would like to have a meal, right? Here I want to order food to Warung Sedulur?”
“You want to order via SMS?”
“Iya.”
Around the kost many food stalls selling food with delivery order system (inter-message) and available in 24 hours.
“Bby. I happen to be hungry again too.”
“Mas Bimo want to eat what?”
“Same with you, Yes.”
“Oke.”
I took my phone. Immediately I ordered 2 servings of seafood fried rice through a short message. The food was the first thing that came to mind.
However, my mind still continued to wonder, and instantly my eyes were watering. I turned around, then wiped it with a towel. One by one the incongruities swept my mind.
The next day, before going to college, I stopped by Dani's room. There are things I want to clarify, and hopefully he knows for sure.
“Dan, again what?” I asked while knocking on his bedroom door.
“I'm changing clothes. Login, Yes!” saith.
“You have morning lecture too?”
“Iya.”
“I'll wait ahead then!”
“Sip.”
We also went to college. After coming out of the boarding house, I immediately thrust out a question.
“And, last night when it rained you to where?”
“Di cost. Play PS with children,” answers relaxed.
“In Mas Bimo's room?”
“Iya.”
“Mas Bimo is with you?”
Dani seemed to be starting to be surprised by my follow-up questions.
“What the hell is it, huh? Last night he moved into your room when you came home.”
I'm trying to arrange a redaction of my question.
“I mean gini, Dan. When I came home, I only heard in Mas Bimo's room. The door is also closed. So, I don't know who there is. Well, Mas Bimo was in his room not that time?”
“From noon also he's at the kost. Just when it rains that, we play PS in his room. Out of the rain to where, Yes.”
I'm still not satisfied with Dani's exposure, “Where can you know Mas Bimo at the boarding house all day yesterday?”
Dani breathed. “First, my room fits in front of Mas Bimo's room. Second, I didn't go to college yesterday. Third, based on the second point, yesterday I was all day at the boarding house. There's a morning to campus for a while, but only to return the book to the library.”
Valid! Mas Bimo and Dani are the same.
Dani looks at me sharply. “What the hell is it exactly, Yes?”
“Means?” I understand Dani's question. I was just delaying to find an evasive gap.
“From the very beginning we know, you always ask strange questions.”
“While how, Dan?”
“Arya..” Dani holds my left shoulder with her right hand. “Actually what's the matter, huh? I won't force you to tell me if you don't believe me. But I feel like you actually want to tell me something, right?” smooth speech.
Dani's right. I'd go crazy if I could keep this experience to myself. The more I tried to verify all the events, the more I felt like I needed someone to tell a story to.
“You have class until what time, Dan?”
“Jam 10. Log in again later at 1 noon.”
“Let's meet you in the cafeteria! Now we both want to enter the class.”
Dani agreed with a nod of his head. Sometimes telling others, not just about trust and expected solutions, but I also do not want my story to share the burden (mind). It is ironic, listeners who are “sulit” looking for listeners.