My Personal Tour Guide
Dreamtime

Finally the bus that Ajeng and Bimo boarded was stopped right beside the Garuda plane. Passengers with a peek up the stairs to the cabin of the plane.

“Welocome to Garuda Airline.” greet the flight attendants standing near the entrance.

Business class seating in the front of the cabin makes Bimo stop looking for his seat.

“Bim... I went back yes..” said Ajeng who was still behind Bimo.

“Ha? Em... Yeah.. Enjoy your flight Ajeng..” connect Bimo.

With a sense of weight Ajeng stepped foot towards the economy class. Ajeng looked over to see Bimo. But he broke his intention.

After Ajeng's back was not seen by Bimo, Bimo waved his hand to a flight attendant. The flight attendant in charge of the business class section stepped over to Bimo.

“How may I help you, sir?”

“Excuse me mam, can I change seat in economy class? I think tonight you don’t have many passengers.” Bimo's question made the flight attendant speechless thinking of a fitting answer. (Excuse me ma'am, can I move to economy class? I don't think you have many passengers tonight)

“Em.. Let me check first with our pilot. Before that may I suggest you to have a seat first? I will get back to you after the flight take off,” replied the flight attendant kindly. (Let me check first with our pilot. Can I suggest you sit down first? I'll get back to you after the plane takes off)

“Yeah. Sure...” Bimo immediately put on his seat belt.

Bimo patiently waited for an answer from the flight attendant he asked. After the plane took off, Bimo turned to look for the flight attendant he asked. But the flight attendant didn't exist. Bimo thinks it's possible that he's not allowed to move to economy class.

After an hour in the air, Bimo felt like he wanted to go to the toilet. He stood long enough in front of the business-class toilet to line up. But the person in the toilet used the toilet for a long time. Bimo decided to ask a flight attendant for permission to use the toilet in economy class. Of course, if it's only a toilet business, Bimo gets a permit.

As she opened the curtains of business and economy class paraphernalia, she saw a crowd of several flight attendants and stewardesses in one of the passenger seats. Bimo was quite curious about what he saw. But because the urge to urinate was on the tip of the horn, he went into the toilet first.

After that, he started coming out of the toilet.

Bimo's eyes were fixed on where the crowd was again. This time in the crowd there was already a pilot standing there. He stood on his tiptoes to find out what was happening.

“Isn't that like Ajeng?” bimo asked in a whisper. He stepped foot closer to where the crowd was.

Bimo's guess is correct. The person who was being mobbed at the moment was Ajeng. The woman closed her eyes. But in those closed eyes he roared in tears. The sound of Ajeng's cry was quite loud.

The flight attendants and flight attendants tried to resuscitate Ajeng by wiping Ajeng's arms and hands. But the result is nil. The woman was still unconscious from her nightmare.

“What happened to her?” ask Bimo who is now standing near Ajeng's chair.

“We are not sure, sir. But I guess she is having a bad dream (We don't know, sir. But I think he had a nightmare),” replied the flight attendant who had asked Bimo about the shift of seats.

Bimo was looking for a spot to approach Ajeng's seat. He rubbed Ajeng's cheek with his thumb.

“Ajeng... Ajeng.. Aware Ajeng,” said Bimo by continuing to rub Ajeng's cheek. “Wake up Ajeng..” Bimo getting closer to Ajeng's seat.

The people around Ajeng began to know that Bimo knew Ajeng. They increasingly gave reproach to Bimo to resuscitate Ajeng.

“HmppphhHH.. Hikzzz... HmppphhH...”.

“Ajeng. Please wake up Ajeng,” said Bimo by patting Ajeng's arm.

After a few seconds Bimo tried to resuscitate Ajeng, Ajeng finally opened his eyes.

“Hah…? Huh…? Huft... Huufftt....” Ajeng panted after he regained consciousness. “Hikss...” He began to cover his face after realizing that many people were standing around him.

Bimo, who realized that Ajeng was embarrassed, started whispering to the pilot who was still standing nearby to get everyone to disperse and return to their seats. He also asked the pilot to allow him to sit next to Ajeng. Of course the Pilot allowed Bimo's request. In addition to the seat beside Ajeng empty, the pilot gave permission to Bimo because he had helped resuscitate Ajeng and Bimo also knew Ajeng.

“Open your face... They have gone,” said Bimo by flicking Ajeng's hair back.

Slowly Ajeng moved his finger to reproach his eyes in order to peek. He was even more embarrassed because he saw Bimo's lips smiling thinly before him.

“Ajeng, you can open your face. They've all gone.” Bimo tried to convince Ajeng.

“Mmm. I am ashamed..” Ajeng chirps by humping his head. He rubbed his face that was still wet from tears.

Ajeng slightly gasped in shock as his chin was lifted by Bimo. He still felt embarrassed and did not dare to look at Bimo's face.

“What dream are you?” bimo asked by rubbing Ajeng's cheek with his handkerchief. “I've never seen anyone cry hysterically at bedtime. That must have been a very bad dream. Are you feeling better now?” Bimo bent his head to look at Ajeng's face which was still down. He held Ajeng's arm so that the woman would not cover her face with her hands.

“Hkzz... Sorry..” Ajeng rubbed his nose. Wiping snot to keep it from falling. Although still feeling embarrassed, Ajeng began to dare to catch Bimo's eyes. But because his feelings had not been well-ordered, yet again there were tears dripping from one of his eyeballs. Quickly Ajeng rubbed with his arm. “I must have been shy?” trying to shake off the shame.

“Not also. It's good that you can vent your emotions. You want a drink?” bimo asked with a nod followed by Ajeng.

Bimo immediately grabbed a bottle of mineral water tucked in the front seat pocket.

After finishing one bottle of the drink, Ajeng felt better. He could be calmer. Moreover, Bimo was very attentive to him. The man continued to rub the back of Ajeng's hand.

“You're better now?” bimo asked with a look in Ajeng's eyes. He tried to make sure that Ajeng could control his mood.

“Yes. Thank you, Bim,” replied Ajeng who can now smile back.

“Ajeng, I have a personal doctor. My doctor said..If we have a problem, it would be better if we can tell our problem to others.” Bimo began to hold Ajeng's hand by continuing to rub the palm of the hand using his thumb. “You can tell me. Maybe it will make you better,” said Bimo more convincing Ajeng.

The woman began to move her lips. His eyeballs moved left and right thinking of Bimo's words.

“Mm... I...” Ajeng tried to dare to open his voice again. The comfort that Bimo gives by wiping his hands makes Ajeng feel confident that Bimo is not a bad person. Moreover, the man in front of him had already helped him several times. “Mm... I..”.

“Why? You can tell me, Ajeng.”

“I broke up with my girlfriend,” said Ajeng with a deep eye closed. He's trying to toughen up. Not crying anymore. “She cheated with my boss.” Ajeng tried to regulate her breathing.

“Hm..”

For a few seconds they were both silent. Bimo began to string together every sentence that Ajeng had told him.

So he got out of work because his boss had an affair with his girlfriend. It could be that the wound I asked earlier was the scar of a fight between Ajeng and his guy. Or maybe also with the boss where he works. Bimo thought about the problems faced by Ajeng.

“Never cry again for such a man. You will only hurt yourself,” said Bimo began to open the conversation again. Ajeng simply nodded in response to Bimo's remark. Because there is no point in crying over Gery. But the heartbreak that had just hit him made Ajeng fragile.

“Actually... Em.. The most to my mind is about my mother,” Ajeng sabung again.

“Mother? What happened to your mother?” tanya Bimo is increasingly interested in hearing the story of Ajeng.

“My mother has often told me and my ex to get married. But now I am with him precisely...End,” Ajeng's answer made Bimo's thumb that rubbed his palm stop.

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