FRIEND BUT MARRIED
fretting
Risa looked hurriedly speeding up her steps. That afternoon, he almost forgot, that today Reza will return to Jakarta after a year of living in Makassar to continue his education in flight school. Repeatedly he stared at the silver-colored watch that coiled around his arm. I can't wait for him to meet Reza so much, he asked in his mind about Reza. Is he still like Reza who he knew years ago?
The density of the capital's streets makes him have to be a little patient when traffic jams block him. Two hours stuck in traffic made Risa growled. But it was already common in his life. Risa arrives home just as the Maghrib reverberates. Before entering the house, his gaze first glanced sharply at Reza's house. A beautiful smile on her lips. He is so eager to meet Reza that he considers as his best friend.
After dinner, Risa immediately rushed towards Reza's house which was only blocked by three other neighboring houses. There are a myriad of stories that he wants to tell and all the laughter that he presents to Reza.
Reza..” Risa is standing in front of the fence of Reza's house. It was still like the old days when Risa would take Reza to school together. Suddenly Reza poked out from behind the fence.
“Doooooooooooor!” Reza smiled at his special smile.
“Ih... Reza, it's still a long time ago that nosy didn't go away. Kan surprised to know, I think ghosts,” their habits still remain the same as before, Risa rattled Reza's hair, while Reza retaliated by pinching Risa's nose was anxious.
“Not changed, huh? Little Risa drops, funny, nyenengin, ngangenin..” Risa interrupted, “Dan...Reza the bummer hehe..”
“Wooo basic. Come on in Sa?” bring Reza.
Here aja yuk Za, look at the stars while enjoying the cool night breeze..”.
They both prefer to sit on the grass of the courtyard of Reza's house, the moon feels perfect in presenting the warmth beautifying the night. Two cups of warm cappuccino accompanied the chatter of the two of them. Risa sits right next to Reza, trying to calm down and listen to each other tell each other's experiences from the time Reza left until now he returned. Sometimes they laugh at each other. Mango trees, leaves, twigs, stems and flowers in the yard seemed to feel the warmth of friendship between Risa and Reza.
“Oh yes, our favorite place is still Sa?”
“There is no Za, but since you left I have never been there again.”
“Besok memenin to there ya Sa? Must want, do not want to know.”
Risa also agreed to Reza's invitation, because she felt the same way. Longing for a place that bears witness to her friendship with Reza.
***
Since that day Risa has no lecture schedule, this afternoon she will re-move her feet on the empty building that was long uninhabited.
Dusk is where the story about us begins...dusk we how are you, Za? After a year and more do not visit there, is twilight still the same we?” Reza just shook her head and smiled in response to Risa's question.
Reza leads Risa to go up to the top floor of the old building. Their goal was only one, spending the afternoon gazing at the beauty of the orange sky as they often did in the past.
“You know what, Za? Ever since you left, I've suddenly been a writer. Usually if there is nothing I tell you, now I can only tell the same story of this book. I spilled all the things that happened in this book, from starting the funny, sad, happy things I actually-gener lewatin myself.”
Sorry I am, Sa, but if you can be an independent Risa,” a smile of shade Reza that calms Risa.
“If later you want to go back to Makassar, you bring this book yes, Za... You can write anything in this book. So if this book is in you, you can read my story. Likewise if this book moved again to my hands, I can read your stories,” Risa gave a book wrapped in danbo doll to Reza, then Reza accepted it.
When he opened the first page of the book, his gaze fell upon a single sentence, "We are like an orange so faithful to his sky".
What do these words mean, Sa?”
“Hem... You see that twilight sky, beautiful right? The sky and orange hue will look beautiful if united. The two complement each other to radiate beauty to the inhabitants of the Earth. And I hope, our friendship will always be beautiful to radiate kindness to each other and faithful to take care of each other. Yes... like an orange loyal to the sky,” his cute eyes staring at Reza.
“Hem, pinter yes you, Sa.. tumben hahaha..”.
“It is, you are also taught a lot like me right, Za. Eh but Za, somehow I like to wonder why the name of the orange afternoon sky is called 'dusk' huh?”
Why is it called 'dusk'? I also do not know where the origin of it from, which is obviously your question is the same as why the water that dripped from the sky is called 'rain'? There's someone who arranged it. The inventor is God,” Reza explained. Risa tried to understand what Reza said, there was a moment of silence between them.
“Already, do not like to question the will of God, later you are called God given an explanation want?”
“Ih, Reza said that. I'm not ready to know, you first aja... hehe,” said Risa teased.
If it is time for my turn called God to come, what can I do? Something that originally existed that would one day become nothing, like our friendship also Sa..”.
“Yes, but not right now, Za?” Risa looked up at the sky.
“The sun is coming home but we are still here... Let's go home?” Reza seemed to have switched the conversation.
“But, I still want to be here, Za?” Although Risa insisted on not going home, Reza grabbed her arm. With a heavy heart Risa also stood up from her seat, following Reza's steps in rhythm with her.
Two weeks spent in his hometown, it felt so short for Reza. This afternoon, he had to return to Makassar to live his routine as an aviation high school student. For the second time he also had to leave Risa. Still in the same place, on top of the old building roofed the twilight sky.
“You why didn't you go to college here anyway, Za? So we can still be together,” Risa holds a backpack owned by Reza.
Not yet Reza answered Risa back to talk, “If there are planes passing by, I like to sleep in the window. Hope in the room it's you and the plane landing in the field next to my house, so that every mallem we can stories, eat our favorite martabak, continue to work together like first.”
Hem, I promise you three months after today, on July 12th I'll be home again. Okay, petite?” Lisa looks sumringah. Finally Reza left with a feeling of relief without being burdened by Risa.
The three months that Risa had always been waiting for were so fleeting. Today, Risa looks excited hoping Reza can keep her promise to go home. Risa's lecture schedule was quite solid because there were additional lectures on the campus so that he had to go home in the afternoon. On the way back home, almost Risa's motorbike hit a pedestrian, but she was still able to balance the speed of her motorcycle.
Arriving in front of the gate of the house, his gaze immediately focused on Reza's house. There were people passing by, not as usual. What makes Risa look surprised, there is a yellow flag adorning the fence of Reza's house. As soon as possible he rushed into the house to call his mother.
Mothers... Mother...Where is the yellow flag in Reza's house, who died Ma'am? Reza's dad, huh?” Mother was silent not to mention Risa's question. Her lips seemed hard to talk to tell Risa everything.
“Ih, mommy is diem anyway? Try to let Risa phone Reza, so evil Reza does not tell Risa,” Risa looking for a phone in her bag. After a long time there was no answer, Risa was silent for a moment turning her eyes to Mom.
“Mother, Risa replied, at Reza's house who died?” His eyes began to glaze over
Mother was unable to say anything, only a circle of tears adorning her face. Risa dropped her bag on the floor, then ran over with a haggard trying to shake off the bad thoughts she had in mind. Hopefully, Reza will be fine.
Under the shade of the tent, dozens of chairs lined up neatly. Some people were wearing pilot uniforms as he had seen in a photo on Reza's phone. Bad prejudice about Reza was getting stronger to dominate his mind.
Risa was pecking at the lips of the door, she stared at everyone who was beside the bodies one by one. Mr. Anwar, Ms. Tia, Dira is Reza's only sister, they look fine. Then, where's Reza? Why is it only he who is not there? Whose body are dozens of people in the room? Reza's? Inner
“Mother...,” Risa called Reza's mother, dozens of pairs of eyes were on her. Reza's mother approached Risa. Because of his panic, he forgot to tell Risa about the plane crash that hit his baby.
“Reza where, Bun? How come Risa's phone hasn't been picked up? Today Reza promises Risa will go home, Reza says Reza wants to see the twilight with Risa on the old building?” His voice trembled.
Mother Tia hugged Risa tightly, Mother Tia looked at Risa's face for a moment. He held both of Risa's cheeks gently.
“Reza..” Tia's mother hung up her talk, her tongue was so twisted, her face was sad to hold her back.
“Reza was in an accident during flight practice. He died at the scene of the incident. And the corpse that is now in front of us is Reza, your best friend Risa,” Mother Tia again clutched Risa tightly, crying on Risa's shoulder.
The roundness of clear water was warmed on Risa's face. He approached Reza's body, his eyes widened in disbelief as the white face-covering cloth was opened. The body in front of him was actually Reza, a loyal friend who had accompanied him for years.
There was a tightness that enveloped his heart because Reza was no longer alive. His shady smile, the wise counsel he always gave, his funny nature, "Don't like to question God's will, you will be called God willing?", "Something that originally existed must one day not include our friendship," the voices seemed to ring out
in his ear. All the memories that were once knitted with him alternately revolved in his mind.
All eyes looked at Risa pity, she was unceasingly crying beside Reza's corpse. Exactly at 5 pm Reza's body will be buried, of course faster better. Before Reza's body was put in a coffin, all the families were given a chance to kiss her one last time. Now, it was Risa's turn. Many times he wiped the tears on his face. Risa kissed Reza on the forehead for so long, a farewell kiss attached to the do'a. While whispering quietly in his ear, “Senja there will be much more beautiful than the twilight we often see here, Za.”
With Dira's younger sister Reza, the wet beads seemed to go faster than before on Risa's cheek, when the roar of the sound of ambulance sirens and the motorcade of bodies will deliver Reza to his final resting place. Just when the orange is so blushing, the harmony of nature that Reza really likes.
After following the funeral process, “Risa... This is yours?” Ask Tia's Mom.
Risa was stunned to see the book wrapped in a danbo doll that she had given to Reza exactly three months ago.
“Iya Mommy, it's Risa's got,” replied Risa in a weak voice.
The script and graffiti in these words, I give as my last memory for you...
Maybe someday
Dusk I could no longer see you painting your face in a beautiful orange in my field
I may never know where the clouds go
When my misty weapon misses,
When the drizzling needle decorate the timeframe space,
Taking the night to the contest
Hugging the shadow in the tightly of a dream
I will never forget, when tight fingers accompany fret long in our hearts
At the time of the jest adorn the fabric of the story that is adrift intimate
Of course I walk in your life story
About you the most beautiful story of my life...
If you miss me later
Remember me in the memories of the past
Because maybe I was far away and had passed
In the story we used to write
You know, you'll still be the most beautiful friend in my heart,
Because you are the dream
all this time it strengthened me,
You're the most beautiful friend I won't let time wipe you out
If tomorrow I am gone
I may have been lost in the wilderness
Or maybe dusk drowns the look
I hope you take a strong step in every story sheet that will be created..
To you my most beautiful friend,
Remember that... That I'll never leave you for a second
Realise that... Only limited to my body is waving goodbye
But this heart will never leave your side
The friendship... Longing... Memories...
Beautifully engraved in a frame of life..
If I could ask God,
I never wanted to have a farewell...
I never want to lose...
I never wanted death...
Know it... Not because I want to let you go,
But the fingers of fate are too tightly holding back the soul caliphs I never asked for...
Risa stunned. The poem Reza wrote last night, which became a signal of her departure. Reza did return on July 12th, but with a dead body. That promise he completed in a way that Risa never imagined. However, Reza will always live in the crumbs of memories with a myriad of stories they have ever assembled together.
Looking up at the twilight sky, Risa said softly, "We are like an orange loyal to her sky."
Happy Birthday Pelipur Laraku
Maybe today is the day you always wait for
Where you will enter a new chapter in your life
One year has passed may not just be a pseudo-year
Yet, always in the blessing of your Lord
Today, exactly your age has become...
There's no special gift for you, not even a tart with your birthday numbers on it
But there is a prayer that I hope for you
May God always provide ease in every step of you
May God always give you healthy pleasure in every breath
May God always guide you in
his endless love for you
For you who are always in my prayer,
Honey, you should know that with every inch of your footstep I always expect good for you
Make the rest of the age that God entrusts to you as a trust that you will always keep
Never waste it in vain
Thank you for the millions of happy smiles you put on my day
Happy birthday, from me to you who have always been a solace in my life