Liebe Zu Maiza's
Kinanti Galaxy
I walked out of the mall. Unique knickknacks neatly displayed along the way out no longer attract attention. My mind focused only on that novel, a novel I had never even seen in its original form.
I kept walking out in despair. I'm waiting for the angkot to come home on the edge of the mall. The noise of the vehicle began to sound. The car horn makes a noise in the number of vehicles in front of me. Full freight. The road is a little jammed.
The people around seemed very happy to come out of the mall with bags full of groceries. While I, no friend, pouty face unattractive, acne milling all over the face area, do not hold anything else.
City buses stop in front of the bus stop, people in the bus stop ride. I also participate, let it be a long time in the bus rather than long waiting for the angkot.
I took the back seat, alone. Tembang kehait memories flow syahdu, comforting the passengers. Like the atmosphere of the city in general, people are busy with themselves.
My eyes were on the lonely trees of the city's roadsides in the crowded vehicles that every second contribute to pollution. They're like me, lonely without friends.
Just remember Mama and Anaya. Missing in the chest is crying out for them. I was never this difficult if I needed anything, there was always Mama and Anaya who cleaned up.
Now I'm totally alone.
This city is a foreign city to me. My mom sent me here to continue school. He said the school in this city is quite advanced compared to the school in the village.
In addition to pitying the trees that work hard every day against pollution, my attention is also focused on all names of roads, shops, buildings including stops that are passed so that it is easy to get to know the places in this city.
The bus stopped at the following stop. Some passengers got off. At least there is still order in this city. Bus passengers still know how to wait for each other's turn when getting on or off.
The bus went back slowly and as the speed grew, I leaned my chin on the edge of the glass window, my attention on the people who had just stepped off the bus, gradually they were being shunned by buses.
One of the passengers who got off invited my attention. My retina accidentally caught a male figure wearing a white t-shirt paired with dark blue jeans. His right hand holds a book.
My heart was beating faster, it felt like I found unexpected happiness. He's the guy, the guy who just bought the book the only stock in the store.
I stood up and fixed the position of the small bag hanging on the left shoulder. As powerful as I scream.
"Stoooooop!"
"Gcumkkkk!" the sound of car tires giggling due to forced brakes.
The driver was shocked to hear my voice. And of course all the views were on me. As soon as the music stopped, the passengers' views turned cynical, I had broken their calm. I was misbehaving.
"What's up, Brother?" ask the conductor.
"I'm going down here!" sahutku.
I stepped towards the door while the bus moved back slowly.
"Sorry passengers can only get off at the stop. Please get off at the next stop!" balas conductor friendly.
"But sir it's important, I have to go down."
"That's the rule of Dik, if it goes down other than at the stop is the same as breaking the rule. Please wait until the next stop." Rigorously.
I have no fight. The passenger's eyes were increasingly staring cynically.
"Please sit back!" commanding friendly.
I lost my strength and sat back down. A futile attempt.
"Which one, once a village," said a woman in a flowering mini dres who was sitting right in front of me.
"Surely she is from the village, just look at her appearance, out of date," reflects the bright red-lipped woman sitting right beside her. Two girls my age who were sitting near the entrance whispered to each other while stealing glances at me. After that they giggled.
The behavior of those people makes me even more cornered. And this is due to my own stupidity.
[Geez Za why be that stupid. You are not in the village, you are in the city. Remember that Za. It's all different here, whatever it is, about your sadness, your problems, your restlessness, who cares. So from now on you have to be strong and control yourself well.]
The sun has just been wrapped in a thick. I was standing behind the window looking at the situation across the street. In front of the house were people who had just come out of the mosque. I saw aunt Yusnita and Nurul just came out of the mosque. Today I missed the prayer.
It feels like there is a lump of regret in the chest cavity that makes this heart heavy, the mind so not calm and of course the eyes continue to appear restless that rages in the heart. I have had a hard day. Tomorrow, of course, it will be heavier.
Someone knocked on my bedroom door, "Za," call aunt Yusnita.
"Yes aunt, I'm coming soon" I said.
I opened the door of the room, in front of me stood Aunt Yusnita with her sweet smile. As much as I can return with a sweeter smile.
"Oh yeah aunt,"
"Why you, honey?" aunty asked as she caught the unease on my face.
"It's okay Auntie, probably out of exhaustion," I replied with a smile so that the restlessness of my heart would not be apparent.
"Then you rest, Nurul will be helped by Afni when she comes home!"
"No need Auntie, let me take Nurul's batin, all of you I want to finish PR."
"Alright, but don't force yourself!"
"Sip Aunt," I replied steadily.
Doing tasks that are stacked when the body is tired and the heart is tired is not an easy thing. Not to mention I have to look strong in front of aunt Yusnita and Nurul. Nurul can't know that I'm in trouble. The little girl can complain to aunt Yusnita so unreliable to see me, her cousin brother stumbled into trouble.
At least chatting with Nurul can divert my mind to the novel that I did not find it.
"So where the hell from, really long," asked Nurul on the sidelines doing the task.
"From the mall,"
"Kakak kok did not invite Nurul. What are you looking for at the mall?" his soul wriggled.
"Search books!" I answered because I was busy calculating, looking for the right formula for the task.
"What book, brother? A notebook?" his mouth will not be silent.
"Novels."
"Novel, hmm ... what's the title sis?" the talent of his reporters began to emerge.
"Kinanti Galaxy."
"Kinanti Galaxy?" he sounds like he's thinking, as if he's not a snot kid who knows the genre of novels.
"Hm ... ."
"Aren't you going to buy to read or are you going to pass it to people?" now he asks about the destination, like a talk show host.
"Hmm .. read." I replied briefly.
"It looks like Kak Afni has a Kinanti Galactic novel," he began to provide a solution.
And "What? Sis Afni has?" manyu.
"E em .. ," now he's the one who's the cuckoo.
"Seriously?" i'm excited.
"If you want to be able to borrow with Brother Afni," he replied very solutive.
"Then I will persuade Brother Afni to lend me the novel, "I have hope. Hope you want to help.
"But Kak novel it seems very valuable for Kak Afni, I once touched it and not play angry. His face was red, his eyes were glaring and I was told to come out of his room, when I came out the door slammed, a worthless garnish hanging on the door of his room was barely dislodged, I was drifting away and still I heard his voice, he said 'basic brat, dare to touch my stuff, he doesn't know what this novel is worth, ' he said. Since then I did not dare to touch Kak Afni's belongings, enter her room even if Kak Afni asked." Nurul explained long and wide, narrow eyes glaring assured that all his words were true.
Hearing Nurul's exposure, my nyaliku immediately shrieked, Nurul who was his biological sister, who did not know anything to make him fire beard let alone me who is only a cousin.
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I had a hard time sleeping thinking about the novel. Tired and tired all over my body, I should have easily slept but my mind kept stirring by the novel. My soul is not calm, and my day is made a mess.
Now I'm completely lost hope. Loss of self-esteem anyway. All because of my own carelessness. All because I lack heart-days.
Let tomorrow my fate lay on that human-shaped demon, I am sure God will protect me in his way.
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