TWENTY
SIDE STORY ~ BAYU

"My memory is just a pseudo-dream, which is never a meeting point.

It's okay that way.

Don't pity me!

Enough grin on your face

And I'm happy.

As beautiful as it is to love you even if it is one-sided."

A boisterous applause then echoed throughout the class. Everyone appreciates the poem Bayu created. Readings with the right intonation, proper pronunciation, as well as expressions that are very lively no doubt make Bayu get the highest value when there is the practice of reading poetry. So his friends are not surprised that Bayu always gets an A in Indonesian subjects that are very liked.

"Great Bay! What makes for such a rich poem?" ask a friend named Yudha. Understand it if many are amazed by the figure of Bayu in the field of literature. Now it is looking for men who are talented in the field of literature, only a handful. And in that handful there is Bayu in it.

"I don't know. A hobby is possible, so you are used to it," replied Bayu while putting his tool book in the bag. Bahasa Indonesia is the last subject on Wednesday, so it is appropriate that after this all students will go home.

Students in Bayu class before going home first carry out pickets. With men taking the bench to the table, and women being sexy cleaning. After that they again sat on their respective benches to pray together guided by the class leader. Then they can go home after the teacher said hello and they one by one crucified the back of the teacher's palm.

Bayu who just came out of class suddenly pulled his arm by one of his friends. Seeing that, the curious Yudha followed the two of them. It turns out that Bayu's friend had invited him back to class, the difference is that this is not his class. Except the eleven class IPS 3 which is none other than their neighboring class.

"What's up Den?" asked Bayu after his friend released his hand in the class. Yudha who had just joined them.

"Bay, can I ask you a favor?"

"Yes! Just want to ask for help already rich to kidnap people!" cibir Yudha who was immediately glared at by his friend who invited Bayu earlier.

"Seek what Den please? How come you have to secretly go to someone else's gini class?" It is undeniable that Bayu is also curious.

"Sorry if you suddenly pull here. This is a secret. And I don't want my shit to know."

"What secret?" So curious Bayu and Yudha to be able to compact so asked.

"Yes, I'd like to ask you to make a poem for me to give to my daughter tomorrow. Please, can you?"

"Ohh, so the secret is that your crush does not know that the one who made the poem will be in Bayu and not you? Oh, same lie dong!" Yudha once again loved to sneer at her friend.

"It doesn't matter who made the poem, it's essentially the same feeling depicted in the poem. So don't lie!" Unaccepting sharp scorn by Yudha made him seek the right defense.

"Udah-udah! What is jdi gini storm anyway? So ask for help?" Bayu who dizzy himself heard the two friends' mouths finally broke them both.

"Yes-yes, so ask for help. Yudha nih from earlier nyari because of mulu!"

"What?! People talk reality too." Yudha did not want to lose her argument.

"Do you want to continue fighting?" asked Bayu once again with his arms crossed and staring cynically at his two friends.

"No Bay, we were just kidding. So really help me?"

Gail thought for a moment. It was actually easy for him to say yes because writing was his hobby. But he also needs to think about whether or not to make a poem later tonight. The reason is not necessarily able to make the desired poem at that time. It takes inspiration, too, the right mood.

"Babies?!"

"Why?"

"Can't you? Even dream!"

"Yes, I can do it.

"Wow! Thanks, bro!" A happy face appeared on his friend's face.

"So what does the poem want to do?"

After saying that, the discussion begins. Where the friend who asked for help gave an idea of what expression would be conveyed in the poem. Is there a special addition of words or how. After finishing all three of them went out of class to the parking lot where their motorbike was parked neatly. While his friend who had gas-fired back to his home, Bayu and Yudha still faithfully jacked on his motorcycle.

"Eh, Bay."

"Why Jud?"

"Don't you feel like there's a golden opportunity right now before our eyes?" said Yudha who still leaves a puzzle in Bayu's head.

"What are the chances?"

"A chance to find money!"

"Huh?" Do not blame Bayu who became weak because Yudha only tells half-information. It was still with confusing language and did not want to go directly to the destination.

"Kok being a lola Bay anyway?"

"That's not clear! Try to speak it fully and clearly so. Make people like to think!"

"Hehehe, sorry!" said Yudha grimacingly revealing her row of teeth.

"So gini Bay. You will have talent, well from that talent we can make luck. Find the money!" Well, this time Bayu can understand.

"How's it going?"

"Sell a cake poem, a short story, or something. Everyone knows that your works are all good. Must have a bestseller!"

There is a truth to what Yudha said. If it really sells well enough for pocket money. So he does not need to ask for pocket money anymore and his parents do not need to bother looking for more money for pocket money Bayu. That way he could help ease the burden on his parents a little. After careful consideration, Bayu agreed to Yudha's invitation.

"Agreed that."

"That's dong!"

"Eh, but this is what made me. Then why did you say it was our golden opportunity?" ask Bayu who was suddenly rewarded with a whimper from Yudha. Again.

"And I'm his manager. Yes, it can be even if it is only twenty percent. Yeah no?" Yudha blinked one eye.

"Basic. His brain is so good for business!" Indeed, Yudha was very good at finding opportunities to make money.

"But, you have to dong! That IPS kid's brain!" yudha replied while puffing out her chest and patting her arrogantly.

"So nyesek gini already praised earlier."

"Ashm! Wear the niesel show! Uh, but it's Bay. We were in tenth grade I kept thinking."

"What thoughts?"

"Think why don't you study a language? Though talent is equally your interest in it."

The answer is quite simple actually. His parents. Yes, because what determines many choices in Bayu's life is the person they know. Actually, his parents are not the type of coercors. Unfortunately, they are easily influenced. Dikasih knew anything by the other relatives immediately believed. His parents agreed that he would enter the language. And immediately his budhenya came to eliminate the wishes of Bayu. Based on the same order with his son who he thinks has been successful. And Bayu should emulate all including his educational footprint.

"Woy! Even dreamy!"

"Did? Don't you! Why also daydream," said Bayu.

"What is the answer?" Apparently Yudha was still expecting an answer from her question.

"Yes no papa. I thought IPS was fun too." Lies. Though Bayu is very dislike with memorization about history, counting nominal, also others related to the IPS department.

"Ooh." Yudha manggut-mangut understand.

After waiting for a long time for the parking lot, they decided to go home. Ride each motorbike towards their home in a very different direction. When Yudha turned right towards the north, Bayu's practice turned left towards the south.

"Assynnya!" said Bayu when he reached his house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" His mother then came out of the kitchen next to his house. When the door was opened, it immediately emitted an appetizing smell of tofu. Indeed, the Bayu family was a tofu producer since his grandfather long ago. You could say a hereditary effort. Seeing his mother coming makes Bayu immediately yap his mother.

"Have Bay come home?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Yes, go straight to the dressing room."

"Yes, Mom." Before entering the house he had seen his mother turn on his father's old motorbike. "Where are you going, ma'am?"

"Buy salt!"

"Be careful!"

"Yes Bay!"

Arriving at Bayu's room obey his mother's order to immediately change clothes. Then rest yourself with a little rest on the bed. His hand fingered his backpack and picked up his favorite flat object, what else if not a cell phone?"

Her hand shrewdly scrolled the screen displaying many photos on her Instagram. Social media was just launched and instantly boomed. Starting from the posts of his friends, advertisements, also about the latest news that occurred. Accidentally his eyes saw one of the posts from a race information account he followed. There is a novel writing competition with a big prize. He added the post in the saved list for him to look around later. Maybe he'll follow her on her class break in a little while.

Speaking of school, Bayu remembered Yudha's offer. So he immediately wrote some poems and stories that he would later sell. Indeed Bayu terriblenya on the phone, understand he does not have a laptop. Still using his phone. But it did not diminish his passion for writing. In fact, he thinks it is more fun to write with a mobile phone, he can take it anywhere, he can use it for any position. For example, now he can type even though he is lying down.

"Babies!" His mother's voice calling from the kitchen made him stop his activities. While still carrying a cell phone he went to the side kitchen.

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

"You please help me make the order! Let it go faster" said his mother.

"Oh yes, ma'am." Still standing in place, Bayu chose to save his documents first. Unknowingly, he was being stared at by someone.

"Child today if asked instead of going immediately even busy themselves. Keep playing." Bayu looked up to find the source of the sound.

Sure enough, it's the budhenya who likes to interfere in one's affairs. If you can, Bayu really want to give up his phone and show right in front of his eyes about what he is doing. But he clearly expressed that intention. He still takes care of his politeness. After all, the woman was her own bud.

Without intending to reply, Bayu also moved from his place and put his phone in the room. Then go to the front of the house to heat the engine motor before he used to drive to know later.

*****

"announcements! Now has been opened the service of ordering Indonesian works by Bayu Aji! You want a poem? A pantun? A short story? Anything can and will be done directly by the talented middle of Bayu! Come on please the interest can go directly to our bench or chat me! Yuhu! Please order! Please order!" Using a book formed to resemble a toa, Yudha stood up from her stool and raved about her new venture with Bayu.

Although in the real world a little attention is given, most of his friends are busy with other affairs also play their phones, not unexpectedly a lot of chat that goes in Yudha number. He looked up, glanced at his friends who apparently chose to contact him through cyberspace. Maybe their reasons are the same, afraid if the turmoil knows that they are romantic just from ordering poetry making services.

And Bayu did not think, apparently his prank projects with Yudha were heard outside the classroom. There was even his underclassman who met him to make a work. Just like this time when he and Yudha were having lunch in the cafeteria suddenly there was a horde of younger sisters approaching them. Counting about six children.

"Excuse me, sister, is this the same brother Bayu?" ask one of them who is wearing glasses.

"Yes. What's up on deck?"

"Gini, I heard that Bayu kak open the services of making works for the Indonesian language. I want to order too, brother." The girl's words made Bayu and Yudha almost choke on the meatballs they ate. If it happens, they can have two of their junks.

"You know where it came from?" ask Yudha.

"From the upperclassman, how's sister? Can't do it?"

"Could, could. What do you want to order?" bayu said so as not to break the expectations of her class sister. Although the order he had not worked on had piled up a lot, perhaps adding one more order was still fine.

"So, about the school world."

"Ohh, I can."

"I am also brother!"

"Me too!"

"I want a message too!"

And he never thought that the six ordered the same thing. Bayu's head suddenly dizzy at the thought of how many unresolved orders there were. I just feel like fainting. And brazenly Yudha just agree to the request of the underclassman. Making them cheer happy and farewell leaving Bayu and Yudha who only Bayu can reply with a forced smile.

"Sweet sell-out! Sweet selling!" yudha said lightly without caring about his friend who was almost stressed.

"Your gundhul lines!"

*****

On a warm night, there seemed to be a harmony of a small family sitting watching TV with fried foods who became their friends. Then the child looked like he was going to say something serious to his parents. Ignoring the TV in front of him, he chose to call his parents' attention.

"What's Bay?" asked his father while blushing his TV volume.

Bayu then pulled something out from behind his jacket. A dark brown and bulging-looking envelope Bayu handed to his parents.

"Sir, Mum. This is the sustenance of Bayu for mother and father. Maybe not much, but Bayu hope to help the efforts of father and mother. And I'm sorry, all this time what Bayu can do for you."

Dad immediately opened the envelope, mother also took a peek at what was inside. How shocked they were to find so many pieces of money a hundred thousand inside the envelope. Dad immediately closed it and looked at Bayu in disbelief.

"Where did you get all this?!" Of course the father was surprised, but his son was still in the twelfth grade and seemed to work nowhere. So there's no way that's the odd paycheck. And if that money Bayu collected is also impossible because the pocket money is not much. Is it appropriate to be suspicious and prejudiced?

"Ba-bayu don't steal Yah! Ma! Really! That's the halal money that Bayu got with Bayu's own efforts!" Stared suspiciously from his parents clearly made Bayu immediately stammered.

"Truly from what, son?" ask mom in a soft tone. Maybe I'm starting to believe.

"Dad and mom remember why Bayu always play mobile?" Both of his parents nodded. "Trust me Well, Mom. Such a wood does not necessarily just play as budhe said. Bayu always follow a lot of writing competitions on the internet. And thank God this time Bayu can win."

Father and mother who heard the words from Bayu immediately hugged his son haru. They do not think they have misunderstood their children. They understand that now it is different from the times they used to be. Work does not have to sweat profusely by lifting wood, hoeing in the fields, also others. Silence in the room does not mean unproductive, in this digital age there are many things on the internet that produce rupiah coffers. They regret because they have often berated Bayu without reason. Just based on their views without asking first.

"Oh my God, son! Sorry, your mom and dad, right? Sorry for not understanding you. Sorry yes!" said father sincerely and feel a little guilty because had thought no-no.

"Yes Well, Mom. Be sure to know." The three also broke down a hug.

"Oh yeah, same Bayu wants to say one more thing."

"What Bay?"

"Wood after graduating high school is going to college." You shut up Bayu saw both his parents who will give a surprised response. "Calm down, Mom! Bayu will find his own fees for college. Mayu wants to take a scholarship and maybe a part-time job. Bayu just want to ask permission for Bayu to study in a department that Bayu likes."

Hearing that made father and mother breathe a sigh of relief. Actually, it is not that they do not want to continue their children's education to a higher level. But their condition all mediocre makes them undo that intention. Simply pass Bayu until you get a High School diploma and can find a better job.

"What do you want to major in?" ask mother.

"The idea is literature ma'am. Want to continue honing Bayu's skills."

"Yes, if you are the same mom, it's up to you, the important thing is that you can do it," said the father while rubbing his son's shoulder slowly and refocused his eyes to see the sports news that had been delayed.

"Thank you Dad, Mom!" yoke Bayu with pleasure.

"Yes." Yeah." Mom and Dad both said at the same time.

Smile continues to be imprinted on Bayu's face from the beginning he watched TV until he went back to his room to sleep. Not ceaselessly imagine how the future of his college. Understand if the High School child who has beautiful thoughts and unlimited imagination about the world of lectures. I don't know how hard the task was when they became students.

*****

Graduation day has arrived. Although not getting a very good national exam score, but Bayu is proud of his language score which reached nine. Unlike his other lessons which are only seven. With a big smile he asked a friend to take a picture of himself with his compact father and mother wearing a beautiful brown batik.

Czechoslovakia!

A beautiful portrait of an unforgettable moment by Bayu. After taking many pictures with his friends as well, he finally with his parents went home to drive his budheya car. Indeed, this budhenya has a life that is quite much better than his mother. He said thanks to a favorite child who was always proud. Which is always compared to Bayu, and told Bayu to bring his son as a role model in his life.

Of course because the car borrowed in budhenya then they will go home first in the budhenya house. The distance is not too far from his own home, only a few meters away. So often his budhenya come to his house. Arriving at his budhenya house, it was not immediately home. Apparently there was a small thanksgiving that his parents made to celebrate his graduation. And it's in his budhenya house. In his heart Bayu just kept screaming asking not to accept.

Why should it be in her budhenya house?!!!

Actually, not because they do not like their budhenya or hate them. But just a little annoyed because it is very happy to interfere with his life..

The event began by gathering relatives and right-left neighbors only. After all the gathering, the show began. Starting with prayer together and other readings as a form of gratitude and hope so that the knowledge that has been brought can be useful both for Bayu himself and for others. After that, the meal began.

Bayu then saw the budheya movements that were originally sitting beside the closet suddenly stood up to his mother as well as himself. While still holding the plate containing the food.

"How was Las? I was making it a bit hasty so afraid it has not been ngeresep terbaiknya," said the budhe who Bayu guessed just for pleasantries.

"Snake Mbak, the roof fits. Thanks for helping the cooking."

"Yes, rich talk to who you are" he said, ending with a laugh.

"Oh yeah, I heard that Bayu wants to go to college? Yeah, no Bay?" Well, that's right. The ends are also Bayu who is the target.

"God willing, yes budhe. Please pray just budhe," replied Bayu still polite.

"Amin. Hopefully received. By the way, what major is Bay?"

"You take Dhe's literature" he said.

"Who? Why don't you take your rich economy?"

"Let's go Mama. He's going to do it anyway, "it was unexpected that his mother would defend him. Usually just be quiet.

"Loh, gini you know As. The lecture is in addition to learning other purposes as well so that you can get a good job. If you take literature what would it be? Mending take my son's rich economy. In line with the same majors in High School, it must be easier to study. After graduating, it works great too. Could be my son's rich bank clerk. It could be successful again."

Bayu just shut up. Not intending to repay. There will only be endless debate. Then he saw his mother's face as if he were thinking. It seems his mother's belief to approve him in the literature department was somewhat shaken by persuading her brother. Make your own baby.

"Your bud has a point too, right? Is it not good to take your rich economy? Will you be a bank employee too?"

"But Ma'am,"

"Same time his own mother would argue?"

Huh! It felt like Bayu wanted to scream right then and there. But what power. Again he had to obey the wishes of his parents due to the incitement of his budenya and suppress his strong desire. It seems very difficult for Bayu to fulfill his wishes. Never mind, he just had to try as hard as possible to continue living his life.

*****

Living college in a major that is not in demand does not mean that it will turn off his hobby. In the midst of busy studying and working part-time, the proof is that he can write a story. Even when he underwent a KKN task with the group with new people as well as new characters make the idea of writing Bayu smoothly like flowing water.

Secretly every incident he wrote in his little book that he will make the outline of his new story. Each such incident has its own appeal to be poured in a literary work, making Bayu's belief that this time the story can be warmly welcomed by the publisher is getting higher.

Sure enough, when he started writing all his stories in full and he sent them to a major publisher, not long after he got a reply email saying that his work was accepted. Happy, of course he got. Until the day after his graduation his book has gone up in print. And he did not think that his first book was warmly welcomed by lovers of novels to make his book into the ranks of best sellers in major bookstores.

Do not stop there, now there are many offers from publishers to work together. Of course Bayu will gladly accept. Too busy he with the world of writing makes him forget and never had to apply for a job. But even so, you could say the income is stable. In fact, he was able to renovate the house of his parents also enlarge the business tofu factory owned by his father. If it were to work, he would choose to become an entrepreneur rather than working in a bank as his laborers touted.

Oh yeah, speaking of budhenya. Now the budhenya is no longer the same as before. When he entered his second year of college he found his budhe car suddenly sold. After asking his mother then he knew that the child he was always proud of was apparently not working in the bank. It turns out that all his son did in Jakarta was gamble. And all the treasures, the remittances to his cultivation were also the result of the illicit activities. Only after losing all luxury items in his budhe house sold to cover his son's debts. And what Bayu knows, now his budheya child is being treated at the Surabaya City Hospital. Be all the debt that bears the bud. 

"Bay, budhe said that." The budhe suddenly came to Bayu's house and invited him to talk on the porch.

"Well, budhe's actually embarrassed to say this. But budhe should talk too. If it is not the budhe house that is the bet," said the budhe who then cried.

From here Bayu understands what budhenya needs. "Budhe wants to borrow money from you. It's up to you to lend me how much, budhe will take."

"Actually Mas Fian's debt is less how much budhe?" ask Bayu who feels sorry for himself with his budhenya.

"Less than seventy million Bay, budhe was confused about where to look. Cars, gold, everything budhe has already sold. But how come it's still less? Hicks!"

Hearing that makes Bayu's heart become sliced. After all, the woman in front of him was his budhenya. Although he liked to make her upset, he could not erase the truth that she was still bound by blood with her budheya. Now Bayu has purely forgiven what his budhe did first. He sincerely helped his budhey pay off all his money with hard work money that had been humbled by his budheya.

Actually embarrassed also considering how bad he always mancampuri Bayu affairs, always comparing with his son, also likes to underestimate the ideals of Bayu who wants to be a writer. But now he was instead helped by his nephew with hard work money that he had once humbled. In a cry she thanked him and apologized for all his harm to Bayu.

All of this is indeed the way of the Almighty God. Although repeatedly faced with obstacles to achieve his goals, but thanks to his efforts and hard work, he was finally able to achieve those goals. It is not easy, but it can all make his own story for him to tell his grandchildren later. How his journey has reached his current success.