Love Among 3 Flowers
04 Was Accidental
The next activity Zulmi and I (a friend of one village and one bench) want to camp to the top of Kali Gua tea garden, Paguyangan District, Brebes Regency precisely at the top of Sakub. Kali Cave is one of the tourism destinations in Brebes Regency, the main attraction is a Japanese cave that was built during the colonial period and also a charming tea garden.
Our camp destination is Sakub peak, right at the highest position of the tea garden hills. There we are lucky to see Sun Rice and Sun Set coupled with a portrait of Mount Slamet that is so dashing. The panorama of mountain valleys wrapped in natural beauty that likes to anesthetize the senses of the eye to feel the sensation of heaven. The cold peak area penetrates deeply into the skin pores. Green expanse of tea plantations, carvings of charming hills, as well as the largest mountain stand on Java Island, all of it depicts ink sketches of nature created by God Almighty. The softness and friendliness of the population gives a sacred charm, along with that the boisterous chirping of singing birds adds to the enjoyment of life itself.
Around bada’ dhuhur on Wednesday we set off in two directions to the top with Kawasaki KLX 250 cc 2008 down the winding road to the top. Although we do not have a SIM but we are determined that the nature of young people is always impulsive and full of ego. The road uphill with steep turns increasingly spur our adrenaline. Zulmi and I took turns riding KLX motorcycles until the tea garden right before Ashar's adhan roared. For motor parking we park in day care.
Before we climb to the top of Sakub hill do not forget first we take ablution water below. Because, we plan to perform Ashar prayers congregated above the top of Sakub. How wonderful it is to bow down to the Creator in such an amazing place, on the creation of His Masterpiece we offer praise to the Lord of the Universe. This extraordinary moment made us admire even more the Light of His Beauty, because God is the owner of all beauty.
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Star-studded nights continue to show its existence. Zulmi and I were stunned to see the amazing beauty of the universe. The cluster of stars stretches so beautiful to look at, the breeze of the night also enliven the atmosphere of the night. The melody of the merry night is intertwined when crickets sing cheerfully, the sound of mice, the sound of night birds, the sound of grunts, all form a natural music that is comfortable to hear.
The bonfire continues to warm and illuminate around the tent. The fire lamp warms our frozen bodies, not to forget that warm coffee also penetrates our throats and adds to the sensation of peace of life in the heavenly realm. The bright night of thousands of stars continues to sow the beauty of its light. Zulmi then sang cheerfully accompanied by a guitar sound. After that we enjoyed the beautiful sensation of the night in Kali Cave.
“ Coffee San have I made? Ask Zulmi.
“ Okeh can thank ya.” Reply lightly.
Zulmi is light. “ San I bring mini chess, it looks good if we play chess malem-palm at the top of the kayak gini, especially accompanied by moonlight and stars. How do you play chess? I think it's fun to play chess while making coffee like gini. I feel very relaxed so we can camp holidays this time.” Zulmi asked me a question.
“Bby whom fear”. Then I challenge Zulmi with a voice of courage “ Let's play chess defeated for poetry how? My challenge to Zulmi.
Then Zulmi waved “ Wah I can't do San's poem? Therefore I'm sure you're the one who must have lost San? Heheh. I have a strategy you don't know yet. I guarantee dejh you lose..” Zulmi looks very confident.
“Ets all this time you've never won a chess duel against me. Usually also at least 2-1 or sometimes 2-0 sometimes 3-1 or ever 3-0 right?? Wkkekekkk.” I laughed out loud while mocking Zulmi.
Zulmi's face pouted as if challenging and sure able to defeat Me with a landslide. “ Tonight you must be in San! I guarantee you lose and have to make a poem according to your own challenge! Ready for San? Seriously nada.
“ Okeh let's prove it. Hahahah.” I laughed amusedly.
The night reached the summit probably around 11:30. The night wind blew with its cold peak. This time ginger milk plus chocolate bread is ready to be the next night's warm-up ammunition. The night was getting late and our game was still going on. This time the score is still 2-2, apparently Zulmi has evolved enormously in applying his chess playing strategy. Zulmi had learned a special book on how to kill the opponent he bought in Gramedia Yogyakarta when he and his father vacationed in Jogja after UAS semester 2 a few days ago.
“ Check Mat San! Yeey. Huu huu's. Lalala. Dead right? Zulmi dancing with joy.
I was surprised to jump from my sitting attitude.“ Wadwww! How can ya? I didn't see that? I was really frustrated this time.
“ San, I told you I would win San! Yes Kan? It was just a 2-2 trick. Heheh.”
I feel angry and demeaned. “Wah most also accidentally”. Reply cynical.
“ If you've lost you lost San. Not much of a reason. Sorry, now you are level below me. All thanks to this book (The Way to Deadly Opponents in Chess) there are all 3 volumes. Yeey I menag”.
“I pinjem donk?
“Ets can't. Hahaahh. Buy yourself.” Ledek Zulmi to me.
“ Okeh fine tomorrow I buy directly until volume 3 at once. Reply firmly.
“ Ets don't forget to make the poem San? Bada’ dawn must be done. If not, you will return on foot from here to Bumiayu. Wkwkwk. Can mampus lu hahahah. Good Night Ikhsan.” Zulmi waves his hand then enters the tent and begins a pesis-like hibernation of cocoons to protect the cold.
This time Zulmi really cornered me. Yes I lost against him in a great chess match at the top of the sakub on a night studded with stars and moonlight. “Gublak I have to make a poem nih.” My complaint is in my heart. I also ended up sleeping in an atmosphere of gripping defeat.
We continued to wake up at night and pray Tahajjud 11 rakaat in imami by Zulmi because Zulmi indeed had a lot of memorization plus his melodious voice similar to the Mishari Rasyid sheikh. Cool nian sukma and soul when night prayers at the top even though we only tayamum.
“ San wake up yok we pray tonight already at 02.30! Wake up Woi Woi! Zulmi woke me up who was still cold in the sleeping bag.
“ Good day zul”. Reply lazily. “Wad nothing ni you kok nyipratin!! oh colinnn!! Crazy lo zul cold really tau!” Hardikku grumbled at Zulmi's arbitrary attitude.
“ Wooi wake up San? Now we have to tayamum trus pray night so fun San? How do you want to sleep again? I'll flush a bottle of aqua?
“ Iyyyya-iyya Ustad .
“ After prayers do not forget to make the poem. Wkwkwkwkk.”
“ Waduh Gubrak!! You are Zul.”
“Well who does poetry???” Hardik zulmi to me.
We finally prayed the night with his martyr over the top of Sakub. The chanting of the holy verse really plunged into the heart. The wind, the moon, the stars, the tea garden, the clouds, all of which bear witness when we bow before Him in the biting cold of the night. Syahdu felt, when humans live in the wild indeed really feel the closeness of himself with the Creator.
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“ Dreams are the key to us conquering the world, though it is hard to face, reaching for love in the world. (the ringtone of the grill comes in).
“ San... There is a phone from your friend, try to lift tuh.” Said Mother.
“ From whom is Mom? Tumben early in the morning there's a phone”
“From Sarah's name. Pick up where it is important. Yes I want to go to the kitchen first.”
“ Okeh thanks Bun”.
I bingun tumben Sarah phone me early in the morning bada’ shabuh. Rarely is there a friend who is telephon, most only usually miss call. I wonder in my heart, is there something really important?
“Assalamualaikum Hello? Ohya Sar what's up with the phone tumben? Cold sapaku.”
“ Walaikum San greetings. Nda Papa San”'s. Along with shame.
“What does Sar mean?
“Thank you for the poem. Nice San. This morning I just dared to talk to you after reading the poem.”
“ Poetry? Tanyaku Kaget's.
“ Yes San very good.”
“ Trus how Sar?
“ Iyy..yya San I ma...uu.. jaa.di..an.. same you.”.
Tittes... Titt's... Titt's....
“ Hello Sarah.. How obeyed?
How so? Mean what? Which poem? I never wrote a poem to Sarah? Suddenly want to be. It's so it's like this. I'm confused too. Well, something must be wrong.
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So the Sama Ikhsan
“ Sarah here is a letter from Ikhsan. Just written yesterday when we did camp in Sakub..
“ Ohya Thanks Zul. What letter is Zul?” Ask her.
“Special tablets. Read it yourself. Bye bye...” As fast as lightning after giving the letter to me Zulmi instantly left me
“Ahh….I got a letter from Zulmi he said Si Ikhsan. Zulmi Ikhsan said to make the letter special for me at the Kaligua Sakub Peak. My heart is pounding. “Where did Sarah read this? I'm confused, though. You read Sarah! Why are you afraid! I finally got the courage to read the letter. Bismillah…. Ouch how??? You dare Sarah Ayok....!”
Dear Honey's
“I want to love you simply, with a word that no wood can say to a fire that makes it ash. I want to love you simply, with a gesture that no cloud has ever given to the rain that makes it go.”
”Above this peak I want to exclaim... Enchanted by the rainbow orange
“Above this peak I want to exclaim....Dropped by the blue cloud
“Above this peak I want to exclaim... Fascinated by the word of love
Duhai... Duhai Poet... Send a message to the heart.. Let the wind send it to the most beautiful flower of paradise...
The wind blows like a cool morning air... These details of love condense on the resident figure of nirvana.....
Who is gangan ...Duhai the Universal Ruler.
Who Is Half of the Ribs.
Goddess of heaven or angel of Heaven?
“ Aura of light dazzles the eyes of poets... I don't know who he is?
Grey clouds, night wind, light rain, no bun blocking your light, moon?
The rainbow of tomorrow is bright... Will scratch the imaginary romance love of the poet.
I hope this morning's word gets to him.
I want to spend my time with him... I want to see the universe with him....I want to go around the 5 continents with him..
Yes do you want?????? Or not......? My half ribs??
Ikhsan As-Sidiq, Sakub Peak
Early Day at 04:30 June 2008
“Are you not dreaming Sarah?” Plakk I slapped my own cheek.
It's true I wasn't dreaming. Very good to be sure. Is it crazy that he didn't write this letter to me? Ahh that rancid guy. Should he be my prince? I'm confused, though. How's it? I have an idea if I ask Sari. How's input.
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This morning a thin fog still comfortably enveloped Jatisawit Village. Solar light is not visible from the Eastern horizon. Usually the sun appears at the end of Mount Slamet which is clearly visible from my village. This morning I took my bike to Zulmi's house.
“ How do you look rich bingun people anyway? Ask Zulmi.
“ Zul I bingun nih bro, the time suddenly Sarah called me to ja-di-an, what do you mean?
“ Thank goodness you guys fit well, maybe even a soul mate. Heheheh...
“ What do you mean Zul?
“ No papa. Did you forget or amnesia San? Did you do a poem yesterday?
“ Whoa lest you be the rotten person Zul? Curious about Zulmi.
“ Do not asem, eggplant, slada, potato karo? Wkwkwkwk. Your plain ass San.” Seloroh Zulmi just like that.
“What do you mean plain pretentious anyway? Well, basic irresponsible. You must be the one who gave my poem to Sarah? Isn't it Ngaku? I am gibang lo bro!!! Hardikku to Zulmi.
“ Then you make poetry fitting same moment use love-love all. Denger ya San! When you go to sleep, before I wake up you have to call Sarah's name. That's why I'm your good friend San. So I just love your poem to Sarah. Good friend, right? Zulmi taunts me while giggling.
“Gundulmu Zul! The poem is not for Sarah. It's just an inspiration in the morning! Uh but really not? Am I afraid I'm calling Sarah's name? Don't you just find an excuse to ngibul only.” I asked him to rebuke.
“ This I'll show you San's tape if you don't believe it? Do you really look like you're having a treak-treak until there's another movement of the hand? Explain it? Moreover, illuminated by the lights of the tent that illuminates? How's it? Hayoo's? Haha. Zulmi rebuked me terribly.
“ I don't feel like Zul?
“The name is also ngigau ya ngga krasa anyway. But you can't do it with this video? How's it? You are the same as him, right?
“Whatever this is I don't intend to shoot him Zul?
“ Yes Already possible fate!
“ Baranng times it's stone, sand and others Zul.”
“ Kasian you already love the hope in the time you just destroyed?
“ Wow don't care about me about that. Tomorrow at school I want to explain directly if I meet Sarah after school”. My speech's flat.
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That morning was an announcement about the parallel ranking of all students in Junior High N 02 Bumiayu. As usual, the ceremony took place solemnly. This time I was too surprised by the announcement made by Bu Yuningsih.
“For his second and first Parallel ishh... Anandaa?? Cinderella The Prince.” Said Bu Ningsih.
Like the moment of last year the cheer was so dense that it almost exceeded the noise of the BBM price decline demonstrators. But here there was another in an instant I was surprised to see the expression of Sarah who looked a little careless. I was silent when it appeared that something was diminishing in his spirit. I'm not surprised actually if this time when I had reached the rank of 1 parallel. However, what really surprised me turned out to be on the other side there were people who were sad over my victory.
After receiving the awards from the Headmaster and cheers from the students and students I stepped towards the class as usual. Now after the victory of learning I feel that there is something lacking in my life not the satisfaction I get but there is a guilt but I do not know what it means.
In my imagination class drifting into the middle of nowhere. Imagination which is a sketch of abstract shadows forms film pieces that are twisted in the brain. My brain processes a film piece that does not necessarily just cross my mind. The rest time passed quickly. The time to go home from school passed quickly. The school bell at the end of the sign also broke my long daydream.
“ Tet tet telotet!! Time to go back to school!! “Tet tet telotet!! Time to go back to school!! “Tet tet telotet!! Time to go back to school!! The sound of bells squealing so spread my reverie.
I hurried to prepare myself to go home. I'm getting ready to go home with Zulmi. I'm going to invite Zulmi to meet Sarah and explain all the misunderstandings that have occurred.
“ Zul Temenin I found Sarah Yuk? I want to be clear about that yesterday.”
“ Go aja itself”. Answer's flat.
“ Brother don't do that. That's because of you too! Come anyway come along.
I pulled Zulmi and forcibly embraced her so that following me to Sarah to explain everything that happened was a misunderstanding. All of that was the intrigue of the sleazy person Zulmi, I had no intention of shooting him at all. Yes this time Sarah has been seen out of her classroom with Sari my friend Sarah.
I quickly took the opportunity to get Sarah to speak with me and Zulmi. At that moment I told Sarah first. Sarah's position is with Sari. They were waiting for some students to return home from school after performing Dhuhur Prayer in the small Mushola School.
Most of the students go home. I took them to the lobby near the second-floor perpus at the School. The location of the perpus is a bit far from Mushola about 100 meters more. Our school library is quite complete, located on the second floor so that when reading we can relax our eyes by looking at the surrounding landscape surrounded by rice fields, fields and green shady hills. From there we used to see the expanse of rice when yellowing, clusters of hills, fields that stretched, and clouds that were seen running next to the mountain Slamet. All of that looks faint from a distance.
It did not feel the four of us arrived at the lobby of the second floor perpus which looks already quiet. This time Zulmi began to do behavior to hurt me and Sarah.
“ Cie cie, ahem, ahem.” A fabricated sputum intrigue.
“ Apaan sih Zul. I was in class not coughing.” My move to Zulmi
“ Huahhee, ehek ehek.” Sari also cuts with a contrived alay cough.
“ This what the hell are you Sar? Zulmi's followers too huh? Cut Sarah out suddenly.
“ Gini I want to talk about the poem....
“ Ohya relax aja.” Cut Sarah.
“Cie who got a poem from the Prince, just soan nie ye?.” Sari Ledek
“ What the hell you Sar know a basic mother-emak kempong! Groused Sarah
“ That's what makes Ikhsan's own poem. Moreover, it was made just one third of the night after we prayed tahajud together at the top of the sakub. It happened during our holiday camping yesterday. Got momentum and special, right Sarah? Hehehheh. San San.”
“ Apaan you Zul ngomporin aja. You're even more basic! Here's the story....
“ Ohya thank ya San is good enough for amateur writers.” Cut Sarah instantly with a shy expression of her cat, looks also sweet smile.
“ Bagini loh Sarah he made after ngigau calling your name, hehehheh. Pas I want to wake him up to pray tahajud eh he is still sleeping and ngigau call your name that. Haha. This is Sarah, Sari.” Then Zulmi showed them the videotape.
“ What the fuck are you Zul. It was just Ngigau Zul..
“ Ah don't need many more reasons San people have proof. Cie-cie prince. Heheheh.” Cut Sari so fast.
“ What the hell you Sar! Follow Zulmi also nih.” Said Sarah
“ But not the story. Here's the story...
“ Don't have to tell. Ohya thanks San for making his poetry good. Congratulations on improving his learning achievement. You have given me.”
“ Ohya because effort does not lie results. Ohya actually.” My words were cut off by Sarah.
“ Ohya San congratulations on my learning achievement so join the seneng also loh.”
This is for you San.” Suddenly Sarah gave me a gift of scout rope and scout hasduk along with a letter.
“ What is this Rah?
“ Just bring it. We went straight home to San.” It embarrassed me by extending out her two slightly hesitant hands. Then he just went with Sari.
“ See You San, see you Zul.” The goodbye from Sarah and Sari while waving their hands left me and Zulmi.
They just left me and Zulmi without me having the chance to explain the real poetry. This time I had no chance to explain to Sarah the true chronology of the history of the romantic poem.
“ San let's just say you've become official with Sarah. Kasian tuh he has really put hope in you.”
“ How to Zul. I am even more confused now. When I want to explain everything was cut and cut along with Sarah and Sari, plus now I am given the same rope hasduk this. How was it? I'm really confused.
“ Uda lah papalah aja, it has been Sarah dropped hope with you San. Moreover, he gave it to you. Better like that, than later you even hurt him how? Zulmi tried to persuade me.
“ Yes Zul later try not to think carefully again.” I complained slowly to Zulmi.
Sarah and Sari had left us from the lobby on the second floor and walked down the stairs first. That afternoon I also went home with Zulmi with a confused feeling that became more and more. The confusion led to a misunderstanding of the poem Zulmi gave Sarah. Conditions like this really make me experience a dilemma faced with a courtship bond. The truth is that there was a misunderstanding that Sarah had misperceived me. It was with that perception that I saw Sarah put hope in me in an even more serious relationship than before.
I walked with Zulmi through the courtyard of the school that had been deserted because most of the students had left this school. My mind was troubled in the confusion dilemma between wanting to explain what really happened to the poem. It's like fighting my feelings of disrespect for Sarah's hope that has truly blossomed for me.
Zulmi and I continued walking and arrived at the angkudes waiting place from Pruwatan Village towards Bumiayu. Those thoughts continued to linger in my mind. I wandered far in my daydreams on my journey with Zulmi at Angkudes. The sky blue Angkudes speeded by its firmness through the flow of time. Slowly we left the 02nd SMPN school. Drove continuously through the wind gust accompanied by the sun that is still shining with the heat again stinging. Angkudes continued to drive on the crowded highway meandering with nimble as well as my mind soaring various problems of life, especially the problems of me and Sarah. Let angkudes proceed in the direction of the wind that blows from north to south. I don't feel like time is running on its duty. However, at that time I was not finished from my imaginary world about the meaning of the world with him.
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