Like a Former Nail
Episodes 9.2
“Then what about that fetus? Did she give birth to him?” After Rion finished the story, Kharisma again expressed her curiosity. He was really very curious about the past lives of these two people.
“I don't know,” Og Rion.
“He didn't tell you anything about the boy?”
Long Rion silenced before answering. “No, and maybe I do deserve it.” Suddenly both of Rion's eyes began to look teary, this conversation was too sensitive and too emotionally draining. “But I really want to see it, I really want to hug it.” He could not remember the last time these tears fell on his cheeks, for too long the clear had not flowed, and today right in front of Kharisma, Rion could no longer hold it. Anyway he's a boy– who may–have been a father, who can cry for something that really touches to the bottom of his heart.
Once again, Kharisma only acts as a good listener. Let alone Rion who was sitting beside him was letting out tears, flowing quite profusely on both cheeks. Rion crybaby? Ah no, never crossed those words in the head of Charisma. And according to him, there is nothing wrong when a man cries because he is also an ordinary man. Crying is not a sign of a weak person, but crying is a form of body language when the lips are unable to speak and express words again. Just like Rion's current cry.
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Revealing the facts about Rion's past was not as good as when people found out that Gebri had been pregnant during 3rd grade Junior High. Although there were some people who blasphemed and cursed, but the news did not last long. Maybe they prefer to take care of other matters that are more important, especially when UTS is near. The students are busy preparing it, from borrowing and photocopying notes that are considered complete, completing paper and paper assignments that are used as a substitute for UTS from certain courses, or start forming a study group guided by older siblings.
Since UTS took place, until today it is the last day of the exam for the Gebri class and majors, not once did he see Rion, he said, also with Kharisma although the baby-faced man once sent Line or WhatsApp messages for him. Usually on normal days they often cross each other, either in the corridor or on the faculty steps or in the cafeteria. Perhaps because of the short time on campus, only about two hours for one course that is tested for each day, the main factor for those who rarely meet face to face. Also after the exam, Gebri did not wander anywhere, he went straight home and prepared for the next exam.
“So you go home to Solo, Geb?”
Chief Gebri nodded. “Maybe tomorrow we leave at tenth from Lempuyangan Station. This afternoon I want to buy souvenirs and tonight I want to pack,” Gebri replied while opening the boarding room door. “And you really don't want to come with me home?” continue again by putting his bag next to the bookshelf.
Koning quickly shook his head. “When, deh. I've got plans with Kharisma.”
“If you come, I plan to take you to Grojogan Sewu Tawangmangu or Jumog Waterfall and other tourist attractions.”
“Later I will bill, but not now.” Koning's eyes are now carefully scrutinizing, ensuring in advance the condition of the woman beside him who is sitting on the mattress. “And how is the affair with your mother?”
Gebri's body suddenly tense. Koning instantly patted his shoulders.
“I don't mean to hunt you down, but as a close friend of yours now, I have to say it. Wanna be until when you and your mother have such a relationship, become strangers in their own home. Have you ever since that day sat facing each other, expressing the unrest that has plagued your heart and your Mother?” Koning remained silent for a while, waiting for Gebri's reaction before continuing. “Communication is an important process in a family, because communication becomes a bridge to be able to find solutions to problems that arise, and I think you need it at this time.”
Hearing the wise-pitched thump from Koning's mouth, Gebri's heart suddenly calmed down. No more blowing up like a few minutes ago. Those supporting sentences are much needed in situations like this. His lips were wide.
“Your word is correct, Kon. We do need to speak with four eyes, and thank you for always supporting me, Kon.”
“You know Geb, since I've been friends with you, I don't know why I've been a good talker, a smart ass. Maybe I can be a motivator like Merry Riana,” said Koning with a grin, feeling a little amused by his attitude, but usually always indifferent.
“Suitable. Coning the motivator,” added Gebri with a small giggle.
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“Where are you going, Lis? How to hurry?”
Lisa is forced to stop her steps, turn her head to the hoarse baritone voice and immediately get a questionable gaze from Asep, along with Rion and Kharisma who sit on her right and left side. After the exam, the girl usually likes to hang out in front of the class. Not as evasive as a few weeks ago.
“I want to go home to Pemalang. My friend is waiting,” replied Lisa who came back down the stairs.
“You're not taking the Business Negotiation exam at ten tomorrow?
“I've taken it in the third semester,” reply Lisa half yelled, she has been in the middle of the steps on the second floor, which a few minutes later Asep has not seen again berbehel.
Rion just gave the head bobble.
“Sip, since Rion is not coming home, and since my house and Kharisma are so far away, how about we go for a hike or a walk where it is?” asep with enthusiasm. “I'll invite some other friends in Line Group. Who knows if someone wants to follow too,” he added who immediately wobbled into his pants pocket, took his smartphone.
“Sorry Sep, I can't,” prevent Kharisma before Asep's fingers touch the touchscreen keypad.
“Why?”
“I and Koning already plan to go to Surabaya.”
“Aish, not fun anyway. He could not if just canceled, join our show-us this. If you need to bring your cousin's sister too. He also definitely needs refreshing after the exam,” chirps Asep who immediately got the headband from Kharisma, do not agree. “And you Yon?” instead of Asep on the figure who re-engaged with his android.
“I also can't.”
“Why?” Asep needs a reason.
“Gebri.”
Although only one word and sounded ambiguous, Asep only nodded his head briefly, not daring to say spontaneously as to Kharisma, let alone act kepo. The name of the student from the Accounting Department 2016 is now something sensitive— can be said to be a little taboo— to talk about in front of Rion. When they and other friends gathered in the boarding Asep– who became the basecamp of boys of his age–or at the place of Rion's businesses, not even if the name was heard. It was not that curiosity did not exist, it was just that they wanted to appreciate Rion's attitude. Although the figure is always irritable to talk that gives the impression of cold, but Rion always be kind, loyal, and indiscriminate to always provide help in times of need.
Even Asep still vividly remembers the events of a year ago, when he was confused how to go home to Padang when he heard the sad news about his mother who had died and as a child, as a child, he really wanted to see the face of the mother for the last time, but was constrained by the ticket price of almost a million, even his father advised not to go home, he said, this made Asep unable to hold back his tears. But suddenly at about two o'clock, Rion came to his boarding house with a plane ticket that had been booked, which made him cry even more. Touched. The man with the nose was quite sharp and even drove him to the airport.
“Rome now yuk, Yon?!”
The words of Kharisma that entered Asep's eardrum, kontan disperse all the thoughts in his mind.
“No want here, first? Niantai-fantasy.”
“I want to sleep. Sleepy. Last night we’an berbadang.” Kharisma attached the sling bag to his shoulder. “Yuk, Yon!” repeat Kharisma again, bring back.
“OK!” reply Rion by getting up from his seat.
“You don't have a motor, Khar?” asked Asep who followed his two-spoken steps down the stairs, finally decided to come home, the other playmates were no longer seen.
“Ngak. I'm with Rion. My motor is being serviced.”
“Oh, I think there's something wrong,” said Rion who has now embraced Kharisma's shoulder.
After passing through the hallways of the faculty, with the chatter of Asep dominating, they finally arrived at the faculty parking lot and parted ways there. Asep headed straight for his duck bike, while Rion and Kharisma headed to the car park which was still a few meters away.
Kharisma asked to be escorted to the official workshop of the Yamaha motorbike which coincided in front of the campus gate, to pick up the motorbike. In less than five minutes, they had arrived in front of a white second-story building, and Kharisma's eyes could catch his shiny motorcycle. After making small talk, Kharisma immediately got out of the car. Just about to close the car door, he suddenly remembered something, something that had to be said to Rion as a real man.
“Yon, I don't know if now's the right time or not. But I have to say it now.” Kharisma took a bit of a pause, to make sure that he did have to say about this. He doesn't want to be an enemy in a blanket. “I like Gebri, I will not give up on getting it and I do not want our friendship to be broken just because of girls. So I want us to compete sportively,” continued Kharisma by showing a serious look.
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