SERUNI
Chapter 5 First Experience of College
"You're not avoiding anything anymore, are you? Not a few people who want to be assigned to the area, let alone young people like you, they mostly want to avoid or stay away from the heartache felt. Broken-heart-broken love because of betrayal for example," said Shaka, began to dare guess directly.
Again Seruni smiled, then the woman replied casually. "Not completely wrong, but also not right. I was heartbroken, but that's not why I wanted to work in the area. Each of us has a goal to achieve. Long before my heart was broken, I was eager to serve in a place far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Broken heart is only a goal-seeker."
Seruni's straightforward answer, made Shaka even more amazed at first glance. Many women he met. At the beginning of the meeting, women usually tend to maintain a reputation by being shy and closed. It turns out that is not the case with Seruni, who is so open and what is without burden.
"If you need a shoulder to lean on, I'm ready, Ser. My shoulder is quite sturdy, it has been trained in various conditions and situations. But don't protest if you kinda smell young mangoes. Too prepared, makes us often forget-not just the name to be memorized, the body also needs." Shaka glanced at Seruni at a glance. Then refocus on the streets ahead.
"Astagah .. joked the fathers are different, yes. But don't be arrogant, bang. Not just a big shoulder. There are other shoulders that are stronger. Besides, he's also more sincere without mode." Seruni pointed at the shoulder of the road they were walking on.
Shaka smashed his lips. "Different, Ser, different. Try to hug him, there you suspect a patient RSJ who ran away."
Seruni laughed crisply. The hurt that is felt sometimes becomes disguised when we meet people who provide positive energy. Not always heartache must be addressed with prolonged sadness. Giving as little time as possible for the heart to lament over grief is the best option - so that the wound simply leaves a sore scratch, rather than a torturous trauma.
"In the back seat there's mineral water, Ser. If not wrong there is bread. If you want to take it. It's good for the stomach."
Seruni nodded immediately. Again, without feeling stale to refuse, Seruni even turned his body so that he could face the back seat. One leg had even climbed on the seat he was sitting on so he could reach the mineral water and bread that was in the box.
"Bang Shaka, will you?" tanya Seruni after successfully taking two pieces of bread and a bottle of mineral water responsibility.
"No, Ser .. You eat alone. Some say, look at people who eat greedily can make us full. I want to try practicing a treatment diet. It seems quite simple," teased Shaka.
"Ish, where there is so. Who's pissing when they see people eating." Seruni directly devoured the bread that was in his hand after saying that.
Shaka shakes his head not because of surprise, more because he does not know what to say let alone see the attitude of Seruni who is so. Truly the son of a general who is different from others. It was a two hour trip that felt very short. Not felt, their car had arrived at the place to eat which from the beginning it wanted to go. Because there are a variety of foods typical of the area.
"I ordered you guys, yeah, Ser. Whatever it is. Same with you just make it easier. I'm not fussy about food. My fuss is about a soul mate. So she is of this age not married either. I want to go to the toilet for a while" said Shaka so long wide approaching the outpouring of thin hearts.
Seruni nodded her head as she said, "Loss, bang. Not fussy."
The woman then immediately ordered a typical pontianak menu that had long made her curious. While waiting for the order to come, Seruni again contacted his father to give him news.
Apparently, Shaka went to the toilet just to change his clothes. When he reappeared in front of Seruni, the man had already taken off his service shirt. Replace with casual jeans and navy blue collared shirt tops. Of course with a more fresh body scent because the man had just sprayed expensive perfume on some parts of his body.
"A lot of it, Ser? Are you finished?" ask him carefully.
"Who said to me all, Bang. Two for my brother, two for me" Seruni replied casually.
Shaka gulped his saliva violently. Apparently Seruni was wrong to suspect, although his body could be said to be large, the portion of the meal was not much. You could even say the portion of Shaka's meal is smaller than Seruni. Accustomed to conditions that require hunger resistance, making Shaka even nauseous if eating too much. But the porridge was already in sight, there was no way he could resist. Abstinence for a soldier to waste food. Given they are often short of food when there are missions in the interior.
"Why, Bang? How do you feel so good?" seruni asked as soon as she saw Shaka look slower to eat when stepping on the second bowl.
"Not bad, Ser. More to full. I ate four servings today. Two real meals. Two see you eat voraciously, my fill is multiplied" said Shaka.
"If it's not over, don't force it. Even bother later if suddenly in the middle of the road my brother has a stomachache," said Seruni while piling two bowls that have been clean without rest.
Shaka continued eating. To eliminate the full taste in his stomach, the man ordered a fresh lime with a warm temperature. After a moment of pause, the two continued the journey which left four to five hours.
Too full, just ten minutes away, Seruni had fallen asleep. Several times Shaka seemed to steal a glance at the woman. Inwardly, he continued to admire the incredible natural beauty beside him.
Just past Maghrib time, the car that Shaka was driving entered the area that would become Seruni's place of duty. The woman is still asleep. Fortunately, this area has been commonly explored by Shaka. So that he memorized where someone who served there must be in between.
Seruni squirmed as soon as he heard the sound of the car engine being turned off. His eyes slowly opened looking around. Still confused, the life on the body has not been fully collected, Seruni enforce his seat. In a very beautiful house with a fairly large courtyard, on the right side there is a mosque building. Some people look like they just got out of there.
"At hand. Don't come down before wiping away your spilled saliva."
Shaka's words made Seruni hurriedly rub the area around her lips. Then he lowered the sun visor of the car in front of him to look in the mirror. Her hair is so messy. Seruni tidied it up with only her fingers.
Shaka comes down first to open the door for Seruni. The people who had just come out of the mosque had immediately stopped as soon as they saw who had come. They are quite familiar with Shaka.
After feeling neat again, Seruni got down from Shaka's car. Simultaneously there was the sound of a citizen's scream heard from far away getting closer to the place where he was.
"Sir Camat ... Mr. Camat .. There's a fire." The screams of the person were getting clearer and clearer.