SCHNUCKY
MEMORIES THAT GO AWAY

Arya Kusuma Datau, staring with sayu, a stone pusara that stood upright, a little oreng. Either because of the soft structure of the soil, or the influence of the movement of the earth's plates, make the tombstone become like that.

There was carved the name of a person who had accompanied his life for two decades. Since childhood they are together and wade through life with different destinies, but not one bit forget each other because the rope of friendship that is intertwined more worthy to be called a brother who was not born from the womb of his birth mother.

...RAMUS RUDIANTO BOBIHU...

...Born: Toto, December 31, 1999...

...Death: Kabila, October 28, 2020...

Arya breathed back. The departure of his best friend a week ago still leaves a sore wound. As a seasoned entrepreneur, Arya does not have many friends. And Rudi - the nickname of his best friend - is always there even though he is busy whatever he takes a job as a civil apparatus of the country.

"If you find him. send my regards to Schnucky. tell him, personally I apologize for what I did. I'm so sorry about it..."

The words spoken by the late Rudi again flashed in his mind. Last night's memories flashed again.

...*****...

NOOOOOOO.......

Arya woke up with a body drenched in sweat. His eyes were staring at the wall on the window, but it looked blank. His breathing gasps a sign of true difficulty he wants to scoop up millions of oxygen ions just to refresh his two lung sacs that have almost run out of air.

A moment later, her consciousness returned and Arya managed to recognize her own bed room. His breathing slowly began to regularize and his lungs began to function fully, absorbing the air and rhythmically expelling it.

Arya lowered her face for a moment and her arms were then lifted wiping the sweat that filled the face with the back of that arm. Arya only realized her entire body had been drenched in sweat when the cold air blowing from the room freshener felt soothing to the skin and slowly began to make it cold.

Arya let out a sigh of relief and for a moment went over and spat to the left to eliminate the negative effects of the nightmare that had possessed her earlier. To eliminate the cold effect, he stripped himself. Totally innocent like an adult baby, like Adam alaihisalam who has just been relegated to the expanse of mayapada.

Slowly his body temperature warmed by itself, anticipating the cold currents of the wind exhaled by the room freshener.

If you have a nightmare, spit to the left and read a prayer of protection so that what you fear will not happen....

Sentences of the message that his mother had spoken, flashed and immediately Arya immediately practiced it. The man then regained his body even though he now lost interest in continuing his sleep.

The feeling of uneasiness re-entered the man's mind. The sleepiness completely departed from his eyelids and it seemed very difficult to make it back sound even for a moment.

Arya finally got up and sat on the side of the couch, resting her elbows on her knees, more like the Auguste Rodin statue of The Thinker.

His face ducked down staring at the expanse of the floor around the couch covered in soft tapestries. Once again the man sighed and finally remained silent there waiting for the morning.

...******...

TIT TIT TIT TIT...

The distinctive sound of the device stored in the pocket, managed to restore Aryan consciousness that had wandered in delusion. The man then quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone from there. It activates that tone of call.

📲 "Assalamualaikum, Yes Ma...?" ask Arya.

📲 "Son, what time are you home?" ask the voice of the parobaya woman across.

📲 "In a moment, Ma." replied Arya with a smile. "Arya again visited Rudi..."

📲 "Therefore, go home son." ask the woman from across it. "Mom would like to consult something with you."

Arya was grumpy for a moment.

📲 "Yes, Ma." replied Arya.

The cellular conversation was interrupted and Arya again saved the device. His steps swung forward and Arya then squatted on the side of the navel.

His arm stretched out and rubbed the top of the navel. He took a breath and began to speak.

"I don't know where to look for that woman, Rudi." said Arya slowly. "But if Allah wills our meeting again, I will extend your apology to him..."

The man then got up and turned and walked away from the family funeral. His steps swayed slowly but steadily and the man's body disappeared by the side of the wall that led to the street. []