A Poem To Dila
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Today, just after a month of my adventure began, I finally stepped back to Gambir station, ready to head back to Bogor. Arriving at the station, I immediately contacted Bintang to pick me up at the Bogor station, and Bintang enthusiastically agreed to it on one condition: I had to buy him souvenirs. Without hesitation, I agreed. After a long journey, I finally arrived at the Bogor station and I saw a star who was waiting with a car he borrowed from his parents. I approached him with a big smile.
“Oi, daydreaming mulu lu.”
The star that was shocked by me also confirmed that it was me. “This is really you?”
“Bangsat, just one month we did not meet, you have forgotten again just the same cave.”
The stars just laughed at me who had just returned. "Haha. A month of vacation is it, how about a year? Gua sure, the cave will not recognize you at all. Haha."
We both got into the car and went back to my house to rest. On the way the stars asked me what I brought.
"Where's the cave for ege?" Ask Stars.
“Take it behind, it's up to you to choose which one is also.”
“Where, have you found twilight more beautiful than Dila?”
Sighing and eating the snacks I bought at the station. “Gua even more can not be separated from Dila, what else every twilight that clay cave is always ngingetin the same cave Dila.”
“Gua also nebak you will talk like that, now where are you going?”
“Cave destination now, want to create a novel for him.”
“So you mean, there's that unfinished thing, novel?”
I smile. “Iya.”
“Yaudah, let you have a job, a bargaining cave for you to be able to give space time for you to create a novel for Dila.”
“What work, don't say the cave has to be a bit? Hesitate, the cave does not want.” I refused the work of Bintang even though Bintang himself has not explained his work.
“Oi nge, cave not finished talking son of a bitch.”
“What work does it mean?”
“Lu want to be a barista in a coffee shop? Coincidentally cave brothers have a coffee shop, if you want you can go straight to work next week without interview, how about not?”
I also muttered thinking about the Star's offer. “Where is the location?”
“Yar cave you know.”
“Yaudah yes, cave accept your offer.”
“Oke-oke tar cave news for you. Eh how is Dila Ngabarin you, or is he not the same stale base you?”
“Again, he did not ngabarin anything and the last chat of the cave was still that six months ago.”
The stars just laughed at my words that Dila didn't tell me. “Hahaha. Try lu chat only once he asked how he was doing, no one blamed if you chat first.”
“Have to be that, but wait for him to get better from his current condition.”
One week passed after I returned to Bogor, I also started work at the coffee shop that Bintang talked about, there like the word Bintang I went straight in and did training like making powder drinks, late art, and manual brew. While working and getting free time I also sat in a chair that directly faced the cliff that made the view very fresh while drinking the coffee I made and opened my laptop to make a novel to Dila.
I have found the title of the novel that I will write, immediately write it on my laptop, I write every word in the contents of my head while remembering the story when I was with Dila, I wrote, starting from the beginning of my meeting with him, my introduction, my closeness, and to losing the figure of Dila in me.
I who was cool writing was approached by the Star who was deliberately visiting me, he sat beside me and immediately drank the coffee I made.
“Oi... This is your coffee that you made?”
“Iya it's the cave that made.”
While sipping the coffee I made, Bintang also gave his assessment of my coffee. “Lu use Gayo seeds huh?”
“Iya cave pack the seeds.”
“The aroma pan is rather concentrated, what temperature is this?”
“85° Celsius.”
“Lu want to say something here?”
“Gua just want to put you at home not working here?”
“Lumayan lah to ngisi free time.”
The star who saw me who was focusing on my laptop also immediately noticed me who was typing. “Lu again what?”
“Gua again started making novels for Dila.”
The star who was watching me who was typing also immediately read the results of my writing. “A poem for Dila... For You Dehakan. You are the love of my first sight, which will be the end of all my stories.” after reading my writing Stars also immediately laugh “Ahahaha. Gua thought you were just bullshit about wanting to make a novel about Dila, but it turns out you're serious.”
“All about Dila cave seriously ege.”
“Yaudah good luck.” Saying the stars while walking away from me.
After the stars left I immediately returned to continue my writing. Not feeling almost half an hour had passed, I closed my laptop and returned to the Bar to get ready for work.
Six months passed when I started working precisely this time is my fasting month which happens to be no work today just play my phone while looking at the posts on Instagram and I don't know why has it been almost 3 months I have never seen the posts of Dila whether it is on the story WhatsApp or on Instagram, at that time I felt Dila was completely lost. Without a second thought I tried to look at her Instagram account but I don't know that even everything about her is gone.
I had thought that I was dreaming at that time and the figure of Dila that existed at that time was just an implementation of my dream and I don't know the figure of Dila when it began to look unreal. Before long there was a group message that appeared on my WhatsApp that Hendrik invited your class to open together, I read through all the WhatsApp messages in the group at that time everyone was very enthusiastic and Hendrik decided to hold open with it tomorrow.
I who saw this situation tried to rethink whether the topic of opening together could make me communicate to Dila. Without a second thought I immediately looked for Dila's contact whose goods were still on my contact list at this time.
“Dila..”.
Not long after I waited, I saw Dila immediately read my message and immediately reply to my message. Eh Deni's... Tumben Deni ngechat Dila?
I who read the reply to the message from Dila immediately smiled. “No papa, Dila how are you there?”
“Alhamdulilah fine, Deni himself how are you old when Dila did not know news from Deni?”
“Actually Deni is not okay aja.”
“Loh why not be okay, Deni again sick?”
“If Deni's body is fine, that is not good it is heart, heart that has been left one year Dila and does not know when we will meet. Hehehe.”
“Can be aja well, ngeselin nyang-ilang.”
“Eh yes Deni want to tell Dila if the children will not open together, Dila will not come?”
“Dila like si can not come to open together.”
With a slightly disappointed expectation I could only sigh. “Oh yaudah deh no papa later Deni will infokan same children.”
“Sorry yes.”
I can only thank Dila and end our conversation via WhatsApp message. My heart feels heavy, I miss Dila and would love to see her again, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen.
Tomorrow, when the joint opening ceremony was held, I tried desperately not to think about Dila. However, every corner of the room was filled with memories of him. When my eyes saw her favorite dishes being served and the songs that usually fill every moment we are together were heard, the feeling of longing for Dila came back to haunt my mind. Despite being in the crowd, I felt alone and lonely. I miss Dila's voice and the warmth of our togetherness.
From a distance, the Star saw my tangled state and immediately approached me with a worried expression. He threw a canned drink at me. "When not come?"
I caught the drink thrown by the Stars, smiling bitterly. “As you can see now, Dila did not come here.”
The star sits next to me. “You should ask dong if he can come or not?”
“Gua last night had sent a message to him about this joint open event, and he said he could not come.”
“Ya you are positive thinking only time he has activities that he cannot stay.” Say the Star while exhaling the cigarette smoke he inhaled.
“Cave please to gitu.”
However, even though I was trying to maintain a positive mind, my heart still felt heavy. The longing and emptiness in Dila's presence felt so real. I want to be able to talk to her, hear her voice, and see her smile again. My heart continues to hope that someday, Dila and I can get back together and weave an unfinished story.
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