Like a Former Nail
Episodes 3.2
“Besides her senior of my High School, actually she is also my cousin's sister. He's mom's sister's son. And never mind, don't talk about that baby-faced man again! We should now eat, I am very hungry,” said Koning before scooping the fried rice plastered in front of him.
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“Hi bro, what are you doing?”
Rion reflexes raised his head, caught Kharisma who was passing through the door of his room and immediately inhabited the plastic chair in front of him.
“What's wrong?” kharisma.
“Custom.”
Rion pursued a 10.5 x 31 cm gelatic brand notebook on the table, returning to reading this month's production book.
“Yon.”
“Hem,” muttered Rion without looking up.
“She's beautiful, huh?”
“Who?” Rion was forced to raise his head, Kharisma's words quite caught his attention considering that the baby-faced man very rarely discussed topics like this. Like girls, even when meeting with fellow men, they sometimes discuss the opposite sex, from bullying, ex, to infidelity. “The girl named Koning-Koning?” he asked again while following the direction of Kharisma, stopping towards the table number 15 occupied by two girls who were chatting, and he stopped, and his eyes began to notice the movements of the glasses girl who was spooning her food into his mouth, at times he seemed to chimed in the words of the thick-browed girl in front of him.
“No. Not Koning. Koning is my cousin's sister. But his friend.”
“Temannya? You mean..” Rion's tongue suddenly twisted, unable to continue.
Kharisma nodded enthusiastically. “Gebri.”
“You... you like it?” The thought came suddenly upon seeing the interested eyes of the figure in front of him.
Long enough Kharisma looked at Gebri before the man said, “Entahlah. It's just that I felt comfortable talking and being close to him earlier. Not just like me.”
“Tapi—”
“She was pregnant?” cut Kharisma fast.
“Not. Not that,” rebutted Rion quickly anyway. “Tapi—”
Before Rion could finish his sentence, Kharisma again cut.
“If love, the past is nothing. And in my opinion, women are not an urn that is measured through cracking or not.” Kharisma turned her face again towards the table which was right in the middle of the room, her eyes staring steadily at one of the girls who was chatting with her interlocutor. “My family never bothered about such things for her children's life companion. As long as women are kind and religious, they will always be supportive,” he added who still looked at table 15, precisely towards the ponytail haired girl who is currently a warm conversation on their campus.
“Then?” lirih Rion, now that her neck was suddenly suffocating, made it difficult for her to breathe and speak.
“About my attitude going forward?”
Rion retorted with a short head nod, almost invisible.
“Maybe I'll start approaching him.”
“Ma-mau to where?” rion asked stuttered as Kharisma suddenly got up from her seat and shifted the plastic chair backwards.
Kharisma showed off a big smile before replying, “Start launching my actions and who knows we are directly paired.”
“You...seriously?”
“Ya,” nods Kharisma excitedly and starts to move closer to the exit.
Rion's body flinch in position, not knowing how to respond. Support or hinder. Actually he would not behave like this if the figure is not Gebri Adinda–girl who once had a dark story with him and now increasingly disturbing the deepest recesses in his heart. As a friend who has been friends for almost two years now, she will definitely support all of Kharisma's options. They will provide the best possible assistance if needed. But now... Charisma....
Rion put his forehead on the table. His eyes were slightly closed, his mind began to wander far away. Starting from the beginning of their meeting at UKS school, the meeting at Kelapa Gading Mall to the silent tragedy of the day, and ended their brief introduction a few minutes ago, he said, the introduction that made his heart so sick because of Gebri's attitude that seemed to not know him, considered there was never a story between them.
“What should I do?” he said while raising his head and two maniknya dikantu towards the figure, the figure of Gebri who still makes his feelings flowery like an ABG child, just like five years ago.
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Gebri immediately rose from the plastic chair beside the boarding door, his thin lips carving a wide smile when he saw a red duck motorcycle entering the boarding yard, displaying the black jacketed posture he had been waiting for.
“Current, Ma'am,” Galang said while removing the helmet and extending his hand.
Gebri warmly welcomed the handshake, letting Galang regret it, “How are you, Lang? Healthy?”
“Health, Mbak.”
“Starting what time left from home?” asked Gebri again who now helped Galang down some of the goods he brought.
“Jam ten morning.”
“Kok a lot of stuff you brought, Lang? Want to stay here huh?”
He quickly shook his head. “This is all Mother's deposit for Mbak. There are side dishes, there is a rice cooker, and some other items.”
“Really?” gebri said in disbelief, considering how he had behaved since the disgrace five years ago.
Galang nodded his head, then said, “Mother even from four o'clock dawn is up and preparing your favorite food Mbak.”
Both beads Gebri kontan sparkling. A feeling of pleasure immediately enveloped his heart. It turned out that the middle-aged woman still cared, but her mother always showed a cold attitude from the disgrace to make the relationship between them stretch. Especially when she expressed her desire to continue college to Yogyakarta, Rasti did not comment on anything or give a little talk like a mother who was worried about her child. Wanita–yang that day was wearing his favorite red negligee–just gave a flat expression. Does not show a willingness to agree or refuse.
“Then how is Mother? She healthy?” gebri asked as she imagined Rasti's motherly face, suddenly so longed for the middle-aged woman, especially with her warm embrace that had never been obtained again since five years had passed.
“Four days later, Mommy had a little fever. But now he is in good health really,” reply Galang who is now following Gebri into the boarding room.
“How's your school, Lang?”
Gebri began to open the goods brought by Galang, there is a large enough cardboard containing a rice cooker with a capacity of 0.6 liters of rice, cutlery and some daily foodstuffs, and, also three paper bags containing food made by Mother and some new clothes. For the umpteenth time today, Gebri's thin lips re-carved a smile. His chest was getting warmer. Mother's love and care is indeed the most beautiful gift than other gifts.
“As usual, Ma'am,” replied Galang who moved closer, then opened a tupperware containing a shady egg and into the mouth.
“After cooking rice, can you borrow your bike for a moment? I want to buy gallon water. Water runs out,” said Gebri who went into the bathroom with an aluminum pot that already contains rice.
“I'm coming, Ma'am?”
“You'd better rest here, Lang.”
“I want to come with Ma'am, all of you look around the neighborhood,” stoic Galang.
“Yes already, if so. Let's go now!” say Gebri while putting the pot into a container of rice cooker.
Gebri then moved his feet behind the door, picked up the wallet lying in the pocket of his backpack, and a moment later walked out of the boarding room with Galang followed. Seventeen-year-old teenage boy took the initiative to piggyback Gebri, considering all this time always his dearest Mbak who became the driver. Gebri had debated Galang's wishes, but he no longer commented when the figure said that he was a man and should have led and protected him, being a driver is one of the simplest things you can do.
The store is called Ijo Royo-royo. Only five minutes from boarding when passing the rat road. As the name suggests, the store is identical to the color green and in it there are various basic needs, from food needs such as rice and vegetables to daily needs. The majority of its customers are women who about 30% of them are students, and on Sundays like this this the grocery store is indeed more crowded than ordinary days.
“You want to come in, Lang?”
“No mbak. I want to go next door, want to buy cappucino,” reject Galang while getting off his duck bike.
“Mbak, sign in first yes!” gebri said before Gebri's feet stepped in and filled the queue. “Mbak, Aqua gallon water one. Sent to the boarding house Wisma Bestari,”, Gebri revealed to the figure of a woman dressed in all green.
“Rp. 19,000 with his services, Ma'am. Anything else?”
Gebri slightly shook his head and then thrust out 20 thousand dollars. After getting the change, Gebri approached their motorcycle but did not find Galang there. Gebri's head turned to the left, where the cappucino ice shop was located and found several people who were crowded. When focusing his gaze, Gebri's eyes immediately widened, jolted to know Galang who was being held by several people.
“GALANG!” pekik Gebri who approached the man growing up who seemed to be cursing. “What are you doing?” tanyanya while holding Galang's shoulder.
“DIA DOES DESERVE IT, MBAK!” shouted Galang loudly.
Gebri's eyes were wide open. What does Galang mean? His head immediately turned to the man who was holding the stomach and there were several red and blue bruises. Gebri's eyes were increasingly rounded when he realized who was the target of Galang's hands and emotions.
“Rion?” lirih Gebri who can still be heard by men with eyes protruding into it.