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Monday afternoon, once out of campus past the T-junction. Suddenly my bike broke down. I'm loosing on the sidewalk. Repeatedly pressing the start button. Not lighted. I went down and rolled the shirt up to my arm. Trying to fix it. The sweat on the forehead had already started to gather. It's not on yet. The spark plugs are fiddled. ‘Should I check her gasoline hose’ I watered slowly.

The crane! The bicycle bell. White color shoes stepped near me after laying the bike,”Mister?”

Suddenly I shiver. That sound. “Eh...Pellucid. Hi....” I replied looking up a little.

“Mogick?”

I nodded and took a quick look at it.

He was standing not far from me. Occasionally he looked down and his lips twitched like they were muttering something.

“What's up? You're not coming home?”

“It ... that the motor is not yet on,” he replied hesitantly without turning his head towards me. “Maybe Mister needs help”

“Thank you.” I looked up stunned for a moment to notice him. I didn't realize my hand was pulling out the gas hose. Instantly spurt towards me. I quickly closed it back. My shirt is now on a gas spray. Twenty minutes have passed.

“Do you know motor workshop in the area here?”

The girl nodded without speaking. Then walk, grab a bike. His eyes glanced at him and then paddled. And go in the direction of the small alley behind the campus.

I let out a sigh. Sitting on the grass, the motorbike was right next to me. All I've been trying to check, like upholding wet thread. There were no signs of lights yet. The watch shows at 18:00. Almost dark. In this situation, who cares? Waiting for the mercy of others? Ah, impossible. Even the girl left without saying goodbye. Head up. Thick rolled cloudy.

The crane! The sound of the bicycle bell made me look.

Iskan and Bening get off the bike.

“The motor is not on?” ask Iskan.

I'm shaking.

The man approached the motor.

“Matiin used to smoke.” Clear reminded.

“Ah, responsibility. Enggo wae” answers relaxed. The man smoked his cigarette more and more. “Enek opo?”

“So Mister's shirt splashed with gasoline. And you smoke not far from him.” he said worriedly. “Mengko yen kobong piye?”

“Yen kobong means yo gosong” when he chuckles and turns his head. “I'm right Mister?”

This time I couldn't help but laugh at their conversation. I quickly shut my mouth with my hands. Like watching a little show.

The man threw out his cigarette and started checking. There was a problem with the carburetor. “How about the motor I bring first? Tomorrow noon will be over. I work in a workshop.”

“Well, Sounds good. Just take it, let me know when you're done fixing it” I said agree.

The water starts to fall. Wind accompanied. Iskan put his jacket together. And hurried off with the motor. While me and Bening were still silent and occasionally glanced.

“Thank you for helping. Now go .…”

“Mister use this bike,” said. “Let me go home on foot.”

Without thinking. I grabbed that bike.  Bening opened the umbrella and lowered his head. I really feel sorry to see it. But I also deserve to be pitied. I finally screwed him. No more talk. Until passing the climbs, some puddles and hollow roads. My glasses are dewy in the water.

“Why stop?”

“I have to clean glasses”

We got off the bike. And take shelter on the terrace of the store closed. The narrow terrace of the roof is also hollow. Not a proper shelter. I started cleaning my glasses.

The girl shivered. Rubbing his hands. While he was standing under a slightly hollow roof. His teeth were grinding and both his legs were shaking.  

I pulled him closer. My right hand is on his shoulder. Now the distance between us is only a few inches. I could feel his cold skin. For a moment our eyes met.

He looked up and was stunned. Noiseless.

Slowly our heads touched. Both of his cheeks were blushing. We both smiled. And the rain stopped.  Oh, my God, I'm really embarrassed. Shame, all this happened by accident. There is peace, tranquility and sincerity there.

Pull back a little and then move away. The radiant face's roar began to dim and returned pale. His forehead wrinkled. His eyes stared hard at me for a moment. Not long. Then he decided to go home first.

My eyes had not moved until he turned and disappeared from view. Is he angry? Or confused? I didn't think much of it myself. After all, the incident wasn't so fatal. But that sharp look made it seem as if I was guilty.

***

“Looks, yesterday I saw you with someone,” Amir looking for some problems on the file storage rack. “When it rains heavily in front of Toko”

“Nobody.” I try not to remember yesterday's rain.

“Well, you're with a woman.  What's name?”

“Bening”

“Oh ... Bening who had applied here but not so,” Sahut Miss Azizah. “If it's not wrong he's still in college.”

“It looks like I missed the news.” Amir elbowed my arm. Trying to find an explanation.

This time it was like a butterfly was moving inside the stomach. Amusingly. What am I supposed to tell you? There's nothing interesting. Oh, my God, they're staring curiously and ready to listen to an explanation. Silently I leave them.

As usual, I went to class. On the sidelines of teaching, a little remembered the girl. Her eyes are beautiful and her face is sparkling. Is he shining because he's staring at me? The strange question was lodged in his head. This can't be allowed. I got a piece of matter on the table. And began to explain and discuss the material parts of speech.

Some students went ahead to work on the matter on the board. Students asked to be explained again. It seems like the material about ‘noun and pronoun’ is a little confusing for them. After checking the answer. Then the class ended.

I intentionally went home early. Suddenly the neck feels sore. As soon as he opened the door, there was a brown envelope on the floor. After closing the door and hanging the bag. My hand tore off the end of the envelope. It turned out to be a job acceptance letter. Tomorrow morning should come to the Harapan University on the way of Java. Soon I take a shower and rest early, can't wait for tomorrow.

Yesterday I had an interview on several campuses. Finally accepted too. A calm and sure step after parking the motorcycle.

“Pak Pur A woman's voice from behind.

“Bu Sakinah?” my broom. “You teach here?”

“Yes, only a few classes. You are here too?”

I showed you the envelope.

“Congratulations yes Sir.” said it was friendly.

I'm nodding. We went into the lecturer room. No need to wait long. That day I had a schedule to teach economics and history classes. Every tuesday and thursday. From eight o'clock to eleven o'clock in the morning should remain on campus.

“Purwaka!” a male voice patted my shoulder.

I looked over and confirmed the location of the glasses. “Arif? Arif Putrawan”'s

“Iyo,”he answered reached out to me. “Pangling me rec!”

“Loh peo ning kene?”

“Iyo. Suwe wes around telung yun” answer is friendly and glance at the watch.”Copy sek, come..”.

We went to the cafeteria and ordered coffee. As usual, Arif always lit a cigarette and the smoke often made me cough. We talked about each other's work. Arif told me more about some side jobs.

“Lah yo opo jeh, join a karo my printing. Pean is diligent to start biyen” he said confidently. “Ojo worried about salary, pean itung dewe.”

I chuckle at his words. Not yet, but I have been told to calculate the salary. “Later, I think.”

“Ra need to think, wong bujang ae you know,” exclamation to turn off the cigarette in the ashtray and give his office address. “Lek iyo, sock teapot,o ning office. Uh, wes yo. I am herep ngajar iki.”

I nodded slowly. The relaxed and sociable temperament within Arif has not changed. It's just that it's a little fat now. I think he was after graduating from college, would be a culinary entrepreneur. Remember first he likes to sell snacks if there is a music concert. And now he's a teacher.

How does someone travel? It's all a secret. No one can guess or underestimate in any case. Because basically, everything is governed by the Almighty. Just go, don't forget to be grateful.