ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Enjoying Wounds
Mr. Anggoro began to be preoccupied with the administrative requirements, if there is no obstacle for two more weeks he will be placed as a staff of the Indonesian embassy to Germany. In the first week of this month, his position as the representative of the people has entered the last day struggling to accommodate the aspirations of the people, even though only thirty percent of the people's mandate is run by a council that he said was the representative of the people.
For him to speak well with the central government's top officials, making a man who is good at hiding his true form in public makes it easier for him to obtain a position as a staff at the embassy. Behind his smile lay diplomatic language and rhetoric.
Sometimes it says on the lips of B, but in the heart it says A. People like Pak Anggoro have many political enemies. His career is now full of strategies to get rid of opponents. He never sent anyone to intimidate his political opponents. He considered, it is common in this Republic, if the peaceful way can not be taken.
Glasses of coffee are still lying on the table, not long ago he received guests from the mass media, precisely exclusive interviews from several print and electronic media, around the delegation of Pak Anggoro. Garuda ducked right above his head, his mouth as if talking to the child of this one country.
Mr. Anggoro was leaning over his soft chair, enjoying his farewell moments with his study, which he spent nearly five years in. No room decoration changes from year to year. Because of his daily activities, he rarely lives.
Because there are many meetings that every day he must follow, or study a appeal to a European country for example or closest to neighboring countries such as Malaysia and Singapore. After his visit he took the time to buy souvenirs, so more often the father of the people's representative left his study.
“Pak Handoko, how are you? Say Pak Anggoro to a burly and upright man.
“Good," with indifferent mimicry.
As soon as they talk about something serious, they do not see laughter or laughter even in their conversation. Two men stand guard at the door of Pak Anggoro's office. Two men in black glasses, short-haired. It seems like Mr. Handoko is also a government apparatus, with a badge on his black suit.
Their meeting was not long, less than twenty minutes. Two men were so obediently escorting Mr. Handoko. One of the two men brought a number of files obtained by Mr. Handoko from Pak Anggoro's workspace.
Pak Anggoro berkatifitas as before, do not see the tension from his face. A number of the files he just signed are stored neatly in his briefcase. He uncovers the sleeves of the suit, the hands of the clock have shown four in the afternoon, it's time to leave the workspace, well, because there is no meeting agenda today. Starting next week a number of personal belongings must be packed immediately, considering there are his party colleagues who will replace his position.
ooo oo
The wind whispered, stroking Dita's ears and hair on a park bench not far from the campus the girl was aloof from the crowd, waiting for Ivan, just to make sure the man entered college today. Although there are still some students with high body and blonde hair along the way.
His eyes were still solemnly looking at the line of words and paragraphs, his lips accompanying the script written in the book. Soon, Dita completed her final assignment and the strata one title that she soon pinned. Not yet finished the book he read, Ciko approached him. This time he appeared as a real man, with a white vest and t-shirt wrapped in a branded watch.
“Eh ne, there is latest news from lekong yeiy that one. Aiy Denger of Romy son of TI, Ivan
cappus has been sent to Germany."
If it can be translated like this, then,
“ Eh ne, there is the latest news from your man on that one. I heard from Romy son of Industrial Engineering, Ivan has returned home to Germany,” like that was more or less the speech delivered by Ciko.
“I've known for a long time his departure to stay in Germany. Loe inget, right, the other day in the cafeteria she wants to go back to her hometown?” As if he knew better.
In fact, Dita sat waiting for the man, if indeed today, as his last greeting.
“Iyach aiy inget tube. But you are not sad?”
Ciko, the depth of the well can still be measured, the depth of the heart of anyone who knows. Dita was silent, as if she no longer wanted to hear the name of the man called.
“Yach silk ne, aiy jali-jali first.”
I mean, Ciko, well, I've gone for a walk.
“Loe means. Aiy will be hit by a disaster?, There is a bad feeling aiy, afraid of yeiy suicide in the lotus tree," Ciko's eyes saw a lotus plant floating in a pond in front of him.
A moment of blank stare opened the mind of daydreams, shady branches of trees and the wind blown caressing his long hair, not as shady as his hahatihya. He thought of the man who had once leaned in his arms, a name that was still stored in the gap of the heart.
Bingar's voice did not disturb his daydream, in the crowd even though he still felt lonely, the mind glared back at the attention that the man had given, jokes, smiles and anger even though it all felt like twisting into a story, places of memory while still strung together the same heart, including the place he currently visited. Now it seems as if as a delinquent, no longer worthy of remembrance, not worth saving.
If not for parents who curb their freedom to determine who will be a companion maybe the bond of the heart that was once bound is still intertwined to this day. There is no separation that does not invite tears, Dita also does not know again when he will meet the man later, even though the soul mate said in the hands of God, and I don't know when the hand of God can express in love.
Dita was surprised, the thick book that was still open shifted to fall on her feet.
“For what I'm late, there's still a lot I have to accomplish," he held in his heart as he awakened in a daydream. But in the middle of leisure time, the whisper to think of the man teased him again.
Not felt, time changed so quickly, now his hope to just see the man's face was dashed for time
who doesn't know when he can see her again.
"What am I waiting for is uncertain" she lamented as if she were a strong woman to face this reality. Dita also does not want to dissolve in her daydream.
In the evening, Dita had to go home and find a friend to complain. Well, at home there was Sisil who would listen to his cries.
ooo oo
The Night Corner, though,
Dita still could not close her eyes. Why Ivan left my heart did not say a last word, at least saying goodbye even though I was just his ex-girlfriend, Dita regretted the attitude of the man of Indo-German blood.
All the activities Dita has done, ranging from learning to wash his own clothes to counting things that are uncertain, hoping he can sleep. The third time Dita approached the empty room of Sisil, where Sisil did not know. From noon Dita waited for Sisil to share the story about Ivan, but by morning, Sisil had not returned.
There is no way I wake up mama, can be very angry if he knows Sisil has not come home so early, especially if he knows Mr. Sukir has not come home too, in Dita's unrest trying to calm down.
Before long the sound of the roar of the car engine was heard in the garage. Mr. Anggoro and Ms. Rosdiana Sirait were asleep in her sleep, not hearing the roar of her car engine that was this early just came home. Seen by Sisil from the window of the room, his establishment is unstable, beside him Pak Sukir leads the way, embracing the arm of Sisil. Apparently Sisil was drunk, his mouth stung the aroma of alcoholic beverages, his clothes were torn.
Expected to approach them, “What happened?"Dita whispered to Mr. Sukir who must have known about the incident experienced by Sisil.
“Non Sisil drunk," replied Pak Sukir frightened.
Dita led Sisil and laid her body on the bed.
“Let me lead Sisil to his room. Mr. Sukir entered the room, istirhat too. And remember never tell anyone!" Threaten Dita to her driver.
He opened one by one Sisil clothes, hoping that this was not heard by his parents and insisted Mr. Sukir not to tell anyone what happened tonight.
Sisil's body fell limp, he was unconscious.