A Couple Against
SEGARA ANAK, THE SECOND WEEK OF RAMA IN RINJANI
In Segara Anak, the theory of time relativity is so working. It felt like he had just woken up a butterfly that flew without anxiety in the tent, took him out and sat on the rocks under a shady tree, looked through the morning life, got married
cold air with a cup of hot coffee, mating dragonfly life marker of immediate clarity. Wet grass and
glittering greenery on the edge, accompanying his eyes recorded Barujari being calm and alone across there.
After being betrayed by Flowers, in the city, Rama feels everyone is scary, no one can be trusted. Here, in the heavenly courtyard named Segara Anak, the sound of the wind and always gurgling water, rama gave himself the meaning of simple and independent. Around it, the dancing fish in a crowd pulled him to jump into it,
let the wound dissolve and rise to the sky carried solar heat.
Rama closed his eyes, he brought peace to the soul, and when he reopened it, everything was red. Twilight
knowingly arrived, hugging him who refused in haste. Sometimes he joked about anything he wanted to be friends with
in Segara Anak, that sitting ninety minutes in a classroom as bored as Bu Ani's class, is noticeably much longer than
the fourteen mornings he had passed here.
Next Morning
Mr. Bondan who regularly visited Segara Anak, to
the other time, he went back to the tent of Rama. He came to bring coffee beans and a few packs of cigarettes Tepatan Rama.
“Well, this is Rama someone wants to know you. My guest, local, his name is Rara. From Bandung,” said Mr. Bondan while opening a finger at the guest he brought.
“Rara,” guest Mr. Bondan greet Rama.
“Rama,” Rama reply Rara greetings, “bring how many guests pack?”
rama said again to Mr. Bondan.
“Just this Rara,” reply Mr. Bondan. “Ya already chat first Mbak yes, I prepare breakfast first,” said Mr Bondan again
while hurrying to make a simple tool to catch fish from wood and netting.
Rara had only met Rama once, only it felt like she had known Rama very deeply, maybe because of Mr. Bondan. How not, during the trip with Mr. Bondan, from the basecamp to the customers, from the branch to the top, and from the top to the Segara Anak, Rara continued to be told about the ins and outs of Rama.
Of course Mr. Bondan wouldn't have done that if Rara wasn't enthusiastic about hearing it. Rara is intrigued, and that is why she wants to join Rama, who she calls; the heartbroken explorer.
“Iya, heartbroken on life,” reply Rara, “Sufi”
“Haha. Sufis?. Yes no, lah. If said Bandung people, da I am what oruh,” said Rama while releasing his small laugh.
“Rumi; all that is heartbroken on life is Sufi,” Rara said as she pulled the book out of her bag.
“Travel, love to read books..,” Rama weighing the figure of Rara.
“Beauty again,” Pak Bondan cut from the lake shore. The three laughed with their thoughts. From the way Mr. Bondan connects, it looks he is trying ‘offer’ his guest to be loved by Rama.
“What is human beauty in front of Segara Anak this,”
Rara responded.
Mr. Bondan who was busy weeding the fish did not hear Rara's response. Rama was still busy with his own thoughts. In front of him was a person with the character he craved.
Rara, the woman who by her decision dared to venture into nature alone, had managed to become the master of herself, she said,
conquering her fears, erasing the hypocrisy from the beauty of her face, filled her head
with knowledge and knowledge. If the two decide to be together, maybe the world will call them both, a pair of fights, really against.
“What do you think?” rara said to Rama who was momentarily silent.
“Hah? No”
“Think I?” Rara guessed with a joke. “Awas.”
“Hah?” Rama's confused.
“I am what you think.”
“You are what I think?” greet Rama.
Mr. Bondan finished with the fish. Rama and Rara help him prepare the herbs and fire. They create
the atmosphere that the city people used to call it, quality time.
