Two Princes One Love
Catch Me!

This afternoon boredom enveloped me. The heat of the weather makes my body sultry as if it needs a refrigerator. My school hours ended quickly. I immediately set foot toward the bus stop in front of the campus, repeatedly fanning my head with the thin book I was holding. The bus did not come for long and soon I boarded it.

I sat in seat number three from behind, by the window. Simply get a cooler even if not too pronounced.

On the bus, whispers were heard talking about a fantasy book. I looked at the origin of the voice behind me. I saw a group of high school students sitting hysterically while reading the story from the book. I heard them slowly but very clearly. I stared softly at the exciting scenery of High School children who were looking for his identity.

If my High School days were as beautiful as they were.

I turned my gaze back to the front, looking at the view of urban traffic from the bus window. The trip this time really made me unable to sleep for a while like usual. Understandably the weather is so hot, as hot as the endless talk of neighbors.

Entering the rural road, I got off at the bus stop that was in front of the village highway. To get to the village, I need transportation back. As usual, Mr. Nanang offered me a delivery service. And without having to bargain for the price, I immediately got on the ojek.

Just fifteen minutes from the highway, I had reached my boardhouse front. The plank house that looks dark because there are still many tall trees around my house.

...

I am the first of three children. My last sister was a kid, she just turned five a week ago. My other brother just entered Junior High.

I'm not a rich kid who can foya-foya, selfie with anyone like most girls today. My life is dramatic. Fortunately, nature is still willing to make friends with me, so I can survive until now. Even so, I'm very grateful.

"Have you gone, Ra?"

The soft voice I missed was heard. I saw the pity of a 40-year-old woman who was busy serving my youngest sister. At the age of this toddler I can not deny if my little sister is very time-consuming mother.

"Already, Mom. Is Adit home from school?" my question is to put down my college bag.

"Adit follow Dad to the market, our vegetable garden produce is good this week."

The short answer made me smile. In this mind always determined to change my family's life to be more worthy again. Perhaps by providing shelter and renting a maid to take care of the endless household chores.

My determination is still a dream to this day. I don't know when God will make it happen. But I believe everything we want will come if we are ready to accept it. My job is to just keep myself grounded.

"From back, Mom."

Not wanting to be long washed away in a dream, I immediately carried out my daily tasks to find fish by the sea as a side dish for lunch. Soon I changed into casual clothes, wearing a straw hat and carrying a fishing hook to the edge of the sea.

My house is located at the foot of a mountain, behind which is a path to the ocean. Pass through the forest, towards the thickets that are by the sea. I saw my boat was waiting for use to fetch sustenance today.

The Sea Edge...

I spent a dozen minutes, but I didn't get a fish. I replaced the bigger bait hoping to get a big fish too. However, I did not expect the sky to suddenly pour rainwater for me. The specks of rain invited strong winds to shake my boat.

"Why is this all of a sudden?" I asked while holding a small sampan belonging to my family.

The surroundings turned drastically dark, the sun seemed to vanish from my sight. The fog came to make my vision blurred. The fog was like carrying a large black hole.

Under these circumstances, I try to stay calm. I held tight the handle of my fishing rod and canoe. Before long it sounded like the splashing of sea water in front of me like such a big wave. My sampan also felt very heavy. I'm losing control.

Immediately I swam to the edge while still holding my fishing handle. However, my body feels so heavy. I looked back and how surprised I was to see a body floating on the surface of the water which my fishing hook pulled.

"Ma-ma-ma-"

I know what is in front of my eyes. But I couldn't say it, as if the words were stuck in my throat.

Calm down, stay calm. Take a deep breath and then slowly breathe out.

I tried to calm down in this strange situation. It's wet and you're diving, I thought. Because I was worried that the lure I had lost was carried away by the waves if I took off, I finally pulled the figure that hooked on my fishing hook. I pulled as hard as I could and took it to the edge. I turned her body with an unsettling feeling of fear and anxiety.

"Geez!"

The figure turned out to be a reddish-white young man. He wears all white clothes. Her hair was blonde, reassuring me that she wasn't a local.

I can't possibly escape this time. A sense of empathy and curiosity as soon as enveloped me. I forced myself to close my ears to his chest, ascertaining whether his heart was still beating or not.

Still life.

I heard a slowing heartbeat, forcing me to give immediate help. I pressed his chest with both hands, I pumped as hard as I could to get the water into his stomach.

One... two... three!

I repeated it many times until I heard a cheque from the young man. Until finally the young man realized and vomited all the water that entered.

"You okay?" ask me slowly while looking at it more clearly.

The young man tried to get up and I helped him to sit down. He sat in front of me while I bent my knees and kept looking at him to make sure he was okay.

"I think I fell down" he answered, holding his head with his left hand, while his right hand became the foundation of his body that had just awakened.

I watched him carefully. At first glance there is a feeling that tickles me. I didn't know if I could meet a rough bule like this. Or perhaps more precisely, the bule splashed in the sea.

"It looks like you need treatment. It's good that you come with me so you can get treated right away."

I tried to offer him merit, though I knew the impact of all this must be that my father and mother would scold me. But as a human being, that empathy prompted me to help her.

The young man did not reply, he just nodded slowly. Maybe his body is still weak and I'm trying to understand him. I helped him stand up and I got him to walk.

His height...

After standing together, it turns out his body is high enough for me to help walk, maybe about 175cm, while I'm 160cm not up. I feel like this is so unfair.

"Ouch!"

His screams blew my daydream. It seems like I have to get rid of my mindfulness for a while and focus more on helping her. I helped him walk until he got to the front of the house.