A Couple Against
DO'A
In Jogja, it's like Bukit Bintang. In Bandung, it's like Moko Hill. There, it's a flowering hill or whatever its name is, where a pair with gurgles, Rama sees a pink mega-mega falling with a poetic in the twilight sky of them both.
And the night fell too. Under the Spruce, the leaves fall between Rama and the Flowers holding hands staring at the bright blazing flame of the city. The birds go home and sleep after dusk, the chirp lives in every word that Rama and Bunga say. In the sky, the Moon appeared a third, the rest residing in the eyes of the two of them.
The sound of trees and rivers flowing slowly, intoned the pair who exchanged eye-to-eye spells. Flowers drop his head on Rama's shoulders.
“Sorry,” Flowers talk softly there.
Rama's hand was circularly embracing the Flower. Rama showed the kisses approved by his kinasih. Rama closed his eyes, put everything in his soul. The nameless flowers with a fragrance, glazed in them.
The wind in stroked Rama's body. The air grew colder for a moment before Rama finally opened his eyes again. Red tent lights greeted him.
‘Hah?’ inner Rama was shocked. On her shoulders, Rara laid her head.
“Rara?” Spontaneous Rama shifted his body backwards.
Rara remained in her mind while occasionally fixing her head.
Rama breathed hard to restore his consciousness from a beautiful dream with Flowers that had just happened in his sleep. He wondered to himself as he looked at the ceiling of the tent.
Rama got up, sat down, and folded his knees against his body. He hugged himself hard.
“Flower,” says Rama.
Outside the tent. The lake fell asleep pretty on Rinjani's lap at midnight. On his body, a round moon fell floating in the middle. Lining trees, flowers, and grasses dressed up and glazed on its edges.
Waterfall behind the border, melodious melagu more than usual, accompanied the wind wiping the forest sleep. Gently gurgling water slammed into the rocks, shouldering the fishes dabbling happily on the surface.
Rama out the tent. Near the fire and a sip of hot coffee in his hand, he broke the ice of his mind.
“The wilderness full party is underway in Segara Anak,” Rara said. He woke up and followed Rama out of the tent.
Rama smiled appreciating Rara's words. Rara's approaching. A cup of coffee offered by Rama.
“Sorry,” says Rara.
Rama froze back in a moment. Rara spoke like a flower
in dreams. ‘Sorry?’ inner Rama.
In a very careful motion, Rama turned his head to face Rara. ‘Ah, the female next to me this time is Rara, and this is real, her inner’.
“Rama,” Rara said as she waved her hand at
the face of Rama.
Rama restored his consciousness.
“Sorry, I moved to your tent,” Rara said again.
“Oh, it's okay,”
“I was very cold in the tent.”
“Brand, month is full.”
“I was thinking if I was in the cat-mnginan tent, how Mr. Bondan who sleeps with a bivouac like
that's. Without sleeping bag anyway,” explained Rara while pointing to a traditional tent that is often made Rinjani porter like Mr. Bondan.
“Oh, so now Mr Bondan is in your tent?”
“Yes, I went out and asked Mr. Bondan to move into my tent. Then I moved to your tent,” explained Rara again.
“Actually no need. Mr. Bondan has formed his strength to be without facilities like us. But it's okay, Rara. Relax aja.”
“Iya thank you. I can't bear to. I remember my Father. And, I feel the need to clarify this. Frightened..” Rara held back and extended the end of her sentence. “There's an angry,”
continued.
“Haha. I'm alone, Ra. No one cares if I exist or not. Especially just a thing with nobody,” Rama
explain to make Rara comfortable.
“Lantas Flowers?” ask Rara quickly.
“Hah?” again, Rama was surprised.
“Flower. You call that name repeatedly in your sleep,“ Rara makes it clear.
Yogyakarta.
Flowers spend the night in Rama's pleasure shop. Time was too late for a regular like Flower, only he was getting used to his new life pattern. Moreover, since he decided to force himself to be a person who likes to read.
‘Vilitude and futility exist, for man is not preoccupied with coffee, books, and love.’
Flowers read the quotes on top of the closet of books the shop provides. Flowers laugh by themselves. The laughter agreed. From
Mas Dewo, the owner of the tavern and a close friend of Rama, Bunga knew that it was the words of Rama. Mas Dewo told me that the design, reference books and songs played in this tavern were also said to be the concept of Rama.
Djeladjah is indeed a comfortable and authentic place. From here also Bunga knows coffee one step deeper, precisely from the education given by Mas Dewo to some of its visitors, including Flowers. Sensitivity to coffee is increasing. He had understood why Rama had refused the coffee he gave and instead gave it to Lurah. ‘Speaking coffee does speak taste, but if you want to enjoy the content with more
in detail, we will realize that coffee that is too sweet or too much sugar can make the authentic side of the coffee be
lost,’ Clear Mas Dewo was once at a time. In addition to learning coffee, of course Bunga learned about Rama. Bunga felt that Djeladjah was Rama in another form. Coffee, books, love. Three Words to Djeladjah and Rama. Flowers encapsulate it from Mas Dewo. More and more things are told Mas Dewo as Bunga who later more often come to the store.
After a sip of Gayo Arabika stroked the ceiling of his mouth, while waiting for Piss who he said would come to accompany him, Bunga sat on a bench near the cashier. Under the dimmer light
the right to read, he opened the note again from Rama's blog.
Flowers read Rama's notes very solemnly. As if able to present Rama there, Rama was sitting on a bench, surrounded by his friends, arguing and occasionally stopping his words, smiling, staring at the seated Flower
alone in djeladjah. Until finally came the pee. With a sneak from behind the Flower that sat back against the door, Piss circle her hands closing the eyes of the Flower.
Piss tightly locked his mouth to keep his silence, his eyes cupped the delicate hair of Flowers, a cup of coffee on the table, and…
“Flower!” Pissing released his hand, there was something more that surprised him.
Pissing up to sit on an empty chair in front of Flowers, he bowed his head close to a bundle of paper notes that were none other than Rama's notes printed by Flowers.
“This thesis or what's the name of this Rama, you read all?”
The smiling flower nodded in response to Piss. Pissed holding his head with his hands on the table, the Flower stared at with a decak and an expectant smile.
”Ishh, Piss. Never mind, like anything,” said Bunga while trying to tidy up some of Rama's notes scattered on his desk. “Order there, Cing. Close order soon,” he said again.
After ordering and having a little chat with Mas
Dewo at the cashier, Pee back to the Flower table. At first, the two were still stiff, exchanging apologies for the silence that had occurred between them. As the night progressed, the two of them flowed and talked warmly. They
exchange stories to make each other happy. The two get each other. Shop visitors live by several people. In the break of conversation
they, the song Iwan Fals - Unload, flow fill the silence.
“Asem, I miss Rama,” said Pissing on Bunga as soon as he remembered Rama when he heard Djeladjah.Bunga nodded in agreement, because Bunga also knew Rama's favorite songs. Rama's Portable MP3 is still on him. Flowers listen to all the contents in them, some equal to the songs that are
played in Djeladjah. Songs by Iwan Fals, Ebiet, Slank, Arowana, Boomerang, and some songs from independent musicians who refuse to bow to the markets that dictate their musicality and work are in Mp3 Rama.
It was not just the songs that Rama listened to. Both indie major, both local and external, in interpreting a song, Rama went inside, exploring the musicality, lyrics, and
the whole process behind the song was created, and he loved it.
Bunga remembers Rama's words on his blog,
Process is learning and learning is process.
Still with the accompaniment of Djeladjah laden with Rama, Bunga stood and walked to pay attention to the frames of travel photos displayed around the Djeladjah room.
“Rinjani,” said Piss when seeing Flowers touch the glass frame containing a photo of Segara Anak with its own speciality. “It was time Rama rose the same Pejoh.”
Flowers turn her face to piss. Something I still want to say, he thought.
“Rama,” says Piss again. “All frames in this room are Rama, although there is no picture showing his face,” he continued.
Flowers and Pissing sit back. Flowers bow their heads. Piss open the hands of the docked flower. He held his friend's fingers. From the attitude of Flowers, Piss reading there is something that Bunga regrets. Pissing may already know some things, only this time he felt obliged to make the flower comfortable so that his friend was willing to devote all his problems.
Pissing works, Bunga tells a story.
“Alright, I'll tell you what really happened. I don't care if after this you will insult me or what,” Flowers said to Pee.
“Already, just story. Release everything. I know what I should do to you later,” Pee responded. Flowers take off both hands that support his head, he breathed a long breath and fixed his seat. It's ready now.
“That morning I walked from the basement parking lot to Ani's bu class with Rama. Before class starts. Rais pulled me out of class, he wanted to talk. I follow.”
Flowers face mimic the face of pissing, guessing what emotions come out of his face. Pissing smiled, hinting at something. The flower caught him with a small nod.
“Rais cornered me, she showered me with so many statements of trouble since I disappeared. Rais doesn't know about me being sick and being treated.I know Rais likes me. And because the whole campus had seen me come and walk with Rama, Rais was angry. Rais tried to revive me by constantly vilifying the name of Rama. It was said by Rais that Rama was an insult, a rebel, a troublemaker, and so forth. I didn't want to listen to him because I thought all that came out of his mouth was just a subjective, very tendentious look from
a man who is jealous.
To be honest, I miss Rais and the other guys. I really need his support to survive in that crazy situation. Only, Rais should not have to blacken the name of Rama in front of me like that, because between me and Rama does not have anything to do.
Seeing that I didn't listen so much to her, Rais called Meli. When Meli arrives, she is asked by Rais to tell her something. “To the point only, Mel. We don't have much time,” Rais said that morning.
“Rama. Heavy drunk,” that's the first word Meli said. My eyes wide. He said the entire campus knew that Rama was
often drunk in front of Sanggar. Rais and Meli know very well my hatred for drunkards. I had a traumatic experience with a drunk. Meli revealed again that Mas Vishnu, the former chairman
HMJ before me, once beaten Rama who was drunk, Rama did in the auditorium field during the futsal league competition between SMEs & HMJ.
That morning, Ani came. Finally, Rais and Meli said that they wanted to save me from all
my problem. After that I went back to class. In class, the words of Rais and Meli managed to scare me a little with Rama. I had stigmatized the body of the man sitting next to me.
Until finally, that moment happened. Bu Ani was angry because me and Rama who had been removed from absenteeism were brave
rewriting his name again with a pen.
As Rama and I were about to be kicked out of the classroom, Rais stood up in the classroom to defend me. Rais said that all was the work of Rama. Rais continues to corner Rama with his accusations. He spoke like a hero without fear, especially after almost the entire class supported his statement.
Bu Ani asked me, ‘Is everything Rais said true?’ I'm speechless. I'm really worried. Honest, though,
before Rais took me outside that morning, I was already getting comfortable adjacent to that ‘ my captors’. Some sort of Stockholm syndrome. Until finally Meli approached me and hugged me. Whispered to me by her, ‘Your mother called me, Bunga. He's worried
and ask me how you are. I replied to him that you are fine, I said that you are just busy studying and focus on proud Mother.’ Perfectly that situation.
First they broke my respect for Rama, second they took my mother to my ear. Not long. Ms. Ani repeat the question again about whether
everything Rais said. I opened my mouth and said,
‘Iya, right!. This is all Rama’. And that's where all the destruction started. Neither the destruction of Rama, nor my destruction,”
Flowers close the story with flaming red eyes.Hearing Flower stories. Pissing a little while. He threw his body into the back of the chair.
“At least if I did you leave, Cing. At least there are no lies and questions that I keep,” tears Flowers dripping on her cheeks. “And now I accept whatever you want to do to me,” Flower said again.
Piss raises his body and walks away leaving Flowers.
The flowers closed and closed their eyes. He's got himself well. He already knew this would happen; piss would hate him.
In the place of Flowers, the silence was again filled by Djeladjah's melagu.
At that time “Slank - Black” Hallway suddenly stopped, changed to “Iwan Fals - For you beloved”. Although the context is different, but the lyrics of the song are also included if interpreted to accompany
crying Flowers. Someone played it intentionally.
Compassion
This is a song of love for you
Which I don't know where it is now
Let you understand what happened
In my life
A silent fog began to creep in the heart
Your shadow's getting harder and harder to find
I don't know what to do
The wind and the birds were silent
When I asked about you
About the vibration of your heart
About anything
Which is related to your soul
Someone approached the flower.
“Gayo arabica, Mbak Bunga,” said a Djeladjah brewer while putting a cup of coffee on the Flower table.
The crying flower subsided, he was confused and wondered Alone. ‘Who ordered coffee?’ his inner. Pee came from the doorway of the toilet and walked back to the Flower table.
“The problem is always there, I will solve one, two, three problems and so on. Just first, coffee first. Ramah often
say so if I have a problem hehe again,” said Pissing with a smile. He held it gently with the hand of Flowers.
Once again Pissing prove what it is ‘not fake’. He did not go anywhere, he remained there with the Flower. Entertaining, mating,
he did the things that Rama did to his sad friends.
“Thank you, Piss,” said Flowers, still left some tears, ”sunong just now also must be us.”.
“Aduh, Ramah. What you've done to the best student on our campus,” Pissing. He faced his head
to the ceiling of Djeladjah. The flower that sipped the coffee, choked on hearing it.
“Rama,” says Flowers slowly.
“But..” Piss swing his head in front of Flowers.
“After everything. Why are you sad? Why are you crying?
Look, your good name is restored, your position in HMJ is safe, everything is back to how it was,” Piss is curious.
“I don't think the problem will be this complicated. I thought Rama was just expelled from Bu Ani's class. I feel guilty,” said Bunga.
“Alright, tell me again. I'm here,” Pee changed his seat. Convince Flowers that Pee does not get tired of listening to Flower stories.
“I feel guilty. A few days after the incident, I looked for Rama. Besides wanting to restore the mp3 portable, I
wanted to apologize to him. Only, yes to this day I still don't know where he is. No one knows”
“Not the song earlier,” Piss cutting. “Silent Kabuuut began to creep in my heart, how you are getting harder I findiii, I
don't know what to do,”
Flowers smile hearing Pissing chanting.
“Hehe, continue, continue the story,” Pinta Piss.
“So, the more I looked for Rama, the more I met with a lot of people who gave me a new perspective
about Rama. From them I get a picture of another Rama figure, a different figure from what I got from friends HMJ and the majority of campus lecturers. From that new perspective, I wondered to myself,
is what Rais, Meli, and the campus are accusing Rama of? For some reason, my little heart refused to believe.“.
“Good,” Piss back cut Flower story. “It feels like a good time for me to talk. Related Rama,” says Piss again.
In his head there were many clarifications that he would tell Flowers.
“Sya, Cing. I'm listening,” reply Flowers.
“One. Rama. Standards and correlation blur or not urgency, good or bad is like what the hell? Wrong if the benchmark is only seen from the style or way of dressing. I don't know if Rama wrote this on his blog or not, but all I know is that Rama hates hypocrisy. As well
i'm. I prefer to appear uracan, or at least yes appear as it is. But one, my heart is neat, my heart is limpid, not dry.
That's our attitude. We prefer to put our soul first. Yes yes, it's good
his soul is good, his body is good. But that doesn't mean that a person's good standards are only seen from the body, does it? I agree with Rama's words, that the body or shape must be destroyed, the building can collapse, the diploma can be burned, the beauty can age. Again, the form is destroyed.
I'm sorry, Bunga, if I'm too excited. The problem is that I was also judged a lot as a child is not good just because my clothes are bad, so my argument may be very tendentious and passionate. Hehe,” Piss set the atmosphere.
“Ga problems. Forward again,” Flowers enthusiastically.
“OK the second,” Pissing continues. “Rama rebel. The word rebel sounds pretty good.
Just, we need to learn as well, need to find out, someone labeled a rebel because what? What did he rebel about? Rama, I think it's fine-fine. Find out what he is revolting, surely in the end you even agree with him, peddle him, or even hold hands and participate in a row of rebels with him.
At our neolib campus, the only person who took the demo to the street was Rama. He joined the UIN, UGM,
etc. What is the demo? What did he rebel about? Subsidies were revoked SBY, hard people, he revolted. Lapindo drilled recklessly with Bakrie, he revolted. Century case is not clear direction, he revolted.
Munir, Marsinah, Wiji Thukul are never clear about the case, he is in revolt. If we are not the learned, then who
dare revolt? All Rama did was form his attitude as a scholar. During this time we are on campus will be formed his view to just think about college, learn the real, nyenengin parents, and so forth. With a real lecture he said we help the development of the country, Normative, Bullshit, Continue. In the campus context. Our college used to get grants
ten billion from the government. Just as the campus is not clear what money is being made, yes Si Rama revolted, he fought. The back garden and the open spaces on campus were removed and the buildings were not clear, Rama revolted.
Last one in the Anying case. Rama was wrong? Rama revolted because his right was compromised. If Rama's wrong he must be diem, but if he really is time still diem. Si Anying brought personal sentiments into the classroom, where it could be didiemin. Someone has to rebel. Must fight.
Continue next. Rama is a heavy drunk and troublemaker,” Pissing scratching his head. “This one I'm confused about
clear nih,” says Piss again.
“I have been described Mas Dewo kok,” said Bunga.
“Yes, Mas Dewo is the theater builder Rama on campus. He knows Rama very much,” Piss smiles relieved. “Where said?”
“Heavy drunken rama, it's hard to argue that, said Mas Dewo.
Rama used to be a drinking hobby. Rama will actively perform here and there, hobby drawing and writing as well. He said that once Rama did not drink his mental tuh not come out, the inspiration is not there. And because Rama is almost every day
artful, then almost every day he also drank,” explained Flowers
“The fun is. Rama drank a drink, but he went up to the third floor of the mosque. Prayers. The vow. I didn't lie. Hahaha,
crazy about him,” says Piss.
“Aduh, Ramah. Indeed yes. Ck,” Flowers by themselves. “And said Mas Dewo, the peak of the madness Rama drank was when his room was turned upside down.”
“Oh yes, all the children of SMEs below know very well what crazy Rama in those days,” said Pissing.
“Kata Mas Dewo, Rama's most valuable computer. Not the physical price of the computer, but the data on the hard disk. There stored the data of the novel that he had almost published, besides that there were also photographs, and notes
from the first time he loved to write,” is clearly Bunga.
“I don't know that much detail anyway, just said temen kosnya. Pas knows his room was turned upside down, Rama was just diem, abis was way out asking to be accompanied by his cement. The guy thinks he's going to the police station, uh apparently. He bought wine. Haha. cen asu’og si Rama pas that time,”
said Piss while laughing reminiscing Rama.
“Till Rama stopped drinking. You know, Cing?” ask Flowers.
“Cause wine prices soar high. Initially in 2008 it was just the 7000s, up 11,000, up to 13,000, up another 19,000,
keep dyarrr up to 38,000,”
“Kenciiying!” Flowers laughed. “Serious because of that?”
“Most kids stop drinking because of that.
Hehe,” replied Pissing casually. “In addition to being afraid of me, Pejoh stopped drinking also because of that,” continued Pissing.
“Kata Mas Dewo, Rama stopped drinking since he felt God loved him,” said Bunga.
“Yes how God is not dear. Mabok aja the Rama keep praying.
The Lord's drop. Less crazy what a child,” Pissing Sucking.
“Haha, not that, Cing.”
“Terus?”
“I. Starting from when Rama was sad, and finally he decided to travel to Ijen. By ourselves. On the slopes he met and talked with coffee farmers there. He offered coffee what is his name.”.
“Ijen?” sahut Pissing. “Java Blawan.”
“Well yes, Java Blawan,” Flowers continue the story. Variants that are arabica, said the father who loves, this coffee can say
it is sad if the drinker wants to drink it and drink it without sugar. Rama tried, but he was just bitter. Rama was curious, he felt the father of this farmer could not lie, even he said
in every sip of arabica coffee it says there is a taste of the fruit, there is a taste of the land, the wood, and so forth.
Rama who said his people all want to know, he brought back his arabican coffee. Every day he familiarizes himself with the bitter taste, continues, continues, and continues to sharpen the sensitivity of his tongue to explore the ins and outs of coffee. Until finally
rama eventually reached that point. The point where he felt all the effects that alcohol used to give him, he now gets many times in a cup of coffee. Rama's candle switched. Since then, coffee should always be there when Rama writes, draws, art and so on. If there is none, it is dead end he said. Just like what alcohol used to do to her.
That is why Rama said; in addition to being able to play music and love to read books, getting the sensitivity to be able to explore the pleasure of coffee is a gift of God. It is a form of God's love so that the remnant like Rama was, at home in this increasingly sickening life,“ Flowers ends his story about Rama and coffee.
“You know Rama really?” Pissing wonder.
“Ngak,” Flowers stretch hands and open their fingers. “I was told Mas Dewo,” Flowers tried to dodge.
“So you know the story about El mukul Vishnu?” ask Piss.
“Little. How about?”
“Wisnunya emang tengil anyway. When Rama hit him, actually he had represented a lot of people,” obviously Pissed briefly.
The flowers are still and do not extend. The two continue to mingle. I don't think the time has shown at 3 am. Both go home. Because there is still much they want to exchange together. Piss decided to stay at the Flower house.
