Crush On You's
Stunningly
The bus is in front of the campus. This afternoon, some students wearing KKL uniforms passed by. Coincidentally I, Bu Laras and Mr. Heru became the companion of Field Work Lecture (KKL) this year. The program will be held in Bali for four days. A short message for Bening, I sent it ten minutes ago. The contents were, before I left, wanted to meet even if only briefly in the cafeteria.
He must be in the Hall, following the KKN briefing.
I ordered food. Since morning, I have not filled my stomach. The cafeteria was full, there were hardly any empty seats. I have the lyrics in the corner, there are two empty seats next to Iskan.
“How was volunteer selection yesterday?” ask suddenly.
“Mister? Please sit down,” said Iskan. “Not escaped. The problem is in the motivation letter. Looks like my writing is too long-winded.”
“It's okay, at least you've tried.”
I try to offer you food or drinks. He refused politely.
A man patted her on the shoulder, “Wes ta lah Jeh, no sad osah dek iyeh. Pah sincerely beih, pacare be'en bik oreng laen.”
Iskan just shut up and shook his head.
I almost choked on hearing the man's words. His temperament was a bit strange, his hair was brown like corn hair. I remember, he was the guy who spoke in the tent the other day. Yeah, no more wrong.
From their conversation, I can draw conclusions. That something has happened that is not right in the relationship of Iskan and his lover. So the change in his face was so noticeable, there was a deep disappointment. Poor fellow? But young people must be trained with a broken heart. And must be able to stand up straight in the face of romance.
The strange-haired man continued to babble. A little too polite and too free. Giving advice and solutions, as if he understands and is an expert in the affairs of heartbreak. Until my food and drink ran out. He hasn't stopped talking.
“Kowe iso meneng opo ora? Mumet me, Mar!”
“I will be helping.”
“Mbuh! Karepmu!”
No more talk. Iskan and the man had also left.
Scroll the clock in hand, thirty minutes away. Damnit damnit! The girl has not come yet. This restlessness will not diminish before hearing his voice, meeting him and seeing him.
“Mister, sorry there was something to be done,” said Bening hurriedly and nervously. “Have a long wait?”
“Very long.”
It's easy to say sorry. You girls, always have been. His steps were slow behind me. The persistence of the girl has not diminished. I like him the most, never give up. As difficult as the situation.
“I'll go,” I said slowly. “Are you a KKN group with Iskan?”
Bening nodded slowly.
“As soon as I return, I will take the time to meet you at KKN.” place
“Have a good vacation,” said.
When me and Bening faced each other. There was noise. A group of KKL student participants approached me.
“Mister, can I have a photo, yes?” ask the pink hooded girl. “Before leaving, make mementos.”
“Only one, may, yes? Rarely see Mister looking relaxed like this,” said the yellow hooded girl.
I nodded flat.
“Eh, mbak please photoin, yes!” The excitement is cheerful and gives the camera to the Bening.
Take a few steps back. Then start taking pictures. His face was sour, not as usual.
“Good! One more time huh, Ma'am?” pinta girl hooded pink.
“You think, I'm a photographer, it's good!” bening said annoyed.
After hearing the words of Bening. Two girls immediately moved away and rushed away. Their faces look embarrassed. Although it looks twinkle of cheerfulness, because the shots are good.
Miss Laras walked towards me. His eyes stared hard. Then thump hard. “Bening, you have no intention of coming to Bali, right?”
Bening.
“Then, go! We will leave soon,” said Bu Laras with a rather high tone.
Just follow and go.
“Well, How about that pathetic disciple, Mister? Has Mister found something inside him?” tanyanya followed my quick steps.
“Omong empty!” My solute. “I don't understand about what you're talking about.”
“It's about Clear. What about his natural talent? In teasing and attention-grabbing?”
“Bening is not such a girl.”
“Allah, Mister! How to speak words and act like a helpless and low-key girl,” he said continuously attacking. “What do you think of him? If you need some reference, I'll gladly give you.”
What kind of creature enters Bu Laras' mind? The words that came out were fiery, even difficult to extinguish. Heat and make ears buzz. The conversation has not stopped. Until I got on the bus. Not running out of ideas, Ms. Laras took a seat not far from me. Occasionally glanced cynically and sighed in annoyance.
***
After returning from Bali, I have not had time to contact Bening. Similarly, when in Bali, too many activities, forget to check the phone until it runs out of battery. There's a little bit of concern, but I'm sure Bening can handle whatever happens to him. Without needing any help from me. There are also many friends there.
Saturday, seven o'clock in the morning, black clouds roll. The birds are loud. Strong winds from the south, making dust scattered everywhere. Sight was a little disturbed, immediately I wipe the glasses with a cloth. No one was passing by. Whatever this situation does not scare me at all, the weather changes often change suddenly. My hand stroked the tombstone that read ‘Devi Eliza.’ Then step away. My feet moved quickly out of the coachman's ground. Turn on the motor and go home. During the journey there are no significant obstacles.
“Nang endi ae, suk-isuk wes ngilang,” sapanya in front of my house fence.
“From tomb.”
I opened the gate and let him in.
“Who died?” ask Amir.
“Nothing. Just visit to the tomb Devi.”
“Not forgotten apparently,” said Amir. “Dear disciples.”
“Actually, I just pity.”
My hand unlocks the door. A moment later I stepped into the kitchen and picked up a drink.
“You want to come to the Village?” tanya Amir grabbed a glass of water.
“Let's be a little afternoon,” I replied.
“Definitely meet the girl, otherwise her name is Bening.”
“So you already know him?”
“Slightly. He doesn't talk too much,” Amir said. “Then I leave with Ratna.”
“Wait! You and Ratna?”
“Yes, having been on the beach some time ago. Ratna and I met often. He graduated this year.”
I was silent for a moment. Starting from the introduction on the beach Papuma. Amir and Ratna, it goes on. What about Iskan? Ah, what do I care. Waitaminute! Something is a little annoying. So quickly did Ratna fall in the hands of Amir. This seems to be called luck. After Amir left. Immediately I sent a message to Iskan that at noon, I visited the KKN place.
According to the route that Iskan described. Long and complicated. I stopped at the Tawang Alun terminal. Enter the motorbike and look for buses that pass through the area. It was an easy way, rather than riding the bike alone. The weather is also not supportive. No need to wait long, twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the bus kentjono drove quickly. In the heat, there is no ac. I opened the window so the air could get in. The bus stops in front of Balung market, keep a few kilometers stop again at Kasiyan Market. Pause to drop off or concern a new passenger. Heavy rain flushed as the bus stopped at the T-junction of the Gumukmas market. I moved on the front bench by the window. A new passenger was sitting next to me. From his appearance, he was more or less forty years old.
I'm turning. “Balai village kencong.”
“Balai village wonorejo, Kencong it sub-district,” said friendly.
I nodded politely. Then there's no more talk. To ensure the place to go. I reached for my phone and sent a message to Iskan. A few minutes later there was a reply. It was true what the father next to me said. The bus stops on the left side of the road. I spread my gaze out from the distance Iskan stood up while staring at the mobile phone.
“Mister!” his yell.
I crossed and walked towards him.
The writing of wonorejo village hall on the entrance gate. Next to it is a small street like an alley, with the name MtsN kencong. Located near the highway. Next to the hall was a closed room. On it is a banner that reads “Posko 5 KKN University Pillar year 2010-2011.”
Iskan opened the door of the closed room earlier. A little messy and stuffy. Guitar, chess board, small basket filled with fabric, books and pillows out of place.
“Sorry, a little messy. I just came too. It was empty since Friday. Because we were all in a meeting at post one,” he said. “And this morning there was also a follow-up meeting at the same place.”
“Where else?”
“Entertainment. We're a picket system, I happen to be and two other guys are guarding today. Because in front there will be a shadow puppet show, hopefully crowded,” he said. “Bening and Yasmin, may be coming soon.”
“Among you who is the closest house?”
“Bening. About fourteen kilos from here.”
“Who is the Field Counselor?”
“Mister Amir.”
“Means Amir is often here?”
“Never. Just call the group leader and a few people to attend the post one,” replied Iskan with a look of annoyance.
My hands started to pull something out of the bag. “Try reading first, who knows interested?”
“Volunteer brochure,” answers sparkle. “I learned first.”
Motor stop sound. Like something weird. I was sitting not far from the fan, but it felt sultry. Maybe because this room is stuffy and messy, so less comfortable.
“Ah! It's Clear and Yasmin.”
I jerked.
“There's guests? Who?” The clear sound from outside. “Today is a holiday, as far as I have no agenda.”
“Mlebu sik! Takon ae,” replied Iskan by the door. “Yasmine! Ojo patented motor, terno I tuku pulsa.”
Iskan immediately snatched his jacket and bag.
“Mister, I stay, yes? Want to buy modem pulse, briefly.”
I nodded then followed him out. Shortly after, Iskan left.
He smiled and nodded politely.
“Good Afternoon,” reply.
“Good Afternoon, I came for two reasons, the first to meet you. The second reason, giving a volunteer brochure on iskan.”
My hand reached into the small paper bag from the bag.
“By-by from Bali,” sayku slowly.”This is for you.”
Clear out the contents of the paper bag. The circulation of the red rose blossom with beaded ornaments shimmered around the flower.
“It's beautiful,” he said looking at me. “Thank you.”
“I'II give you my best.”
I grabbed the cold little fingers. Then bring the back of his hand to my lips. Stringing up moments full of impressions. It's been a while, I want to do it.
Tin!!! Iskan motor horn sound. Disperse everything. The moment full of impressions did not happen. Yeah, it never happened. I immediately let go of her hand.
Bening turned to his back and said, “Sorry I excuse me first.”
Iskan. We discussed at the hall. With a makeshift carpet and a small table as a laptop. The man was very enthusiastic about volunteering brochures to Japan. Experience to explore to a foreign country, while there is a chance not to let go of it. There is still energy and opportunity.
The files are finished reading. Includes a motivation letter that needs a little improvement. My eyes glanced at Bening who was embroidery some cloth. He sat not far from me, a small basket of needles, threads and cloths not spared his attention. Very calm and gentle. His friend Yasmin was busy with a cell phone in hand.
“Completed,” I said suddenly. I pulled out a white envelope. “This is a letter of recommendation for you.”
“It feels like a thank you is not enough. This is so incredible. Again ... big thanks,” said Iskan teary-eyed.
“Its Ok. No need to thank me too much. Never give up!”
Iskan nodded and showed his friend a letter of recommendation. That face looks so happy. Get a cell phone and call someone. His voice was happy to turn slow and polite.
I took a long breath. Relieved to be able to help him. As for the recommendation letter, to facilitate graduation in the file selection stage. Iskan was clever, just a little help, definitely made him more advanced. Volunteering is a noble act and there are many benefits to be taken. I turned my gaze to the quiet and innocent embroider. And start a small and relaxed conversation.
“What's your next plan? You're not interested in volunteering?”
“No,” answer. “I want to save, frankly KKN is a lot of spending.”
My eyes had not yet moved from the cloth and needle in his hand. Getting more focused and focused. I want to get rid of those little things.
“Do you work on the order? How many?”
“Lumayan, less than thirty more handkerchiefs.at least this is my income during KKN. One handkerchief embroidery costs eight thousand. There is an order of fifty seeds.”
“Why not put up a higher price? Embroider cross-cross so on plain fabric, quite difficult.”
“Benang and cloth from customer. I just put out energy.”
This time I was not calm. It had to be knocked out until Bening noticed, realized and assumed my existence by his side. I pull the handkerchief tip slowly. It hasn't worked yet. I pulled it a little rough again. And a needle stuck in his finger. Somewhat deeply, I just kept pulling the cloth without caring about the needle scraping to make the skin peel off. Fresh blood began to drip.
Bening sighed softly and put down the cloth. Then the right hand grabbed the tissue and plaster.
I observed his expression.
“Are you hurt?”
Bening nodded.
“That's because you didn't hear me. Keep that petty thing away when I talk,” I said annoyed. “You even care more about that stupid handkerchief.”
“I heard what Mister was talking about. On the other hand I am finishing work.”
His eyes glared at me, sadness and disappointment radiated. He did not rebel or protest against me. He looks helpless and weak. Yet perseverance and persistence are still fiery. His fingers trembled violently as he tidied the scattered cloths in front of me. His movements were nimble and deft. The former drops of blood on the floor were also cleaned with a tissue. Everything was as clean as ever.
The impulse from within my mind was more and more urging me to do something. Do things that are more expressive and warm, such as grabbing her hand or holding her in a hug. Then drop a kiss on his forehead or cheek. “Jeez, what have I been thinking?” I murmured in my heart. Although in general, what I have in mind is a reasonableness of a man's desire. But my heart refused to do that.
The one who was sitting next to me. Slowly keep your distance. Especially since the arrival of the strange-haired man. I don't know what their relationship is. To be sure, the man was trying to attract his attention. Clear did not waver at all, his entire attention was only to that handkerchief. This incident made me be more careful when I was around him.
There's a puppet show, in front of the village hall. Iskan and the strange-haired man helped the citizens to manage the traffic on the highway, briefly. Rain spots do not make the road becomes relaxed, it is getting denser. The show hasn't started yet but many residents are already huddling in the area. So did the small merchants who had already flooded the side of the road. I'm lyric wall clock has been at six past thirty minutes. It's been a while here, walking around the village hall I've also done, including dinner with instant noodles flavored salt Yasmin. As a guest, I have no right to protest against anything the host gives me. Iskan's coffee is good, not too diluted or thick. And again, the discordant sound entertainment and the carefree guitar passages of the strange-haired man. He meant to comfort Bening, not me. But still, my ears tried hard not to hear the song. The embroider did not talk at all, nor did he chat with his friends.