ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter C: The Sweetest Memory

My feelings are not calm. Sitting is also uncomfortable. I glanced at the next chair, seeing Dahlia watching Tom Cruise act. His mouth did not stop chewing the durian-flavored popcorn, not at all concerned with my existence being troubled. There was one question he had to answer. Certainly not a complicated question, but to answer requires deep thought.

Minutes by minutes I was in a state of anxiety. I can't enjoy the gunfights and bomb blasts in the movie. In the darkness of the cinema, I tried to re-examine the question I was asking. I don't know what prompted me to ask that. Perhaps because of this long solitude, it makes desperate to ask.

The credit title has appeared from below the screen, moving up slowly, indicating the film is over. The cinema lights are on too. Dahlia smiled in satisfaction, glancing at me. I smile back awkwardly. This feeling was still rumbling unsteadily, waiting for Dahlia to answer.

“Keren ya movies!” dahlia.

“Eh, yes,” my answer is short. Whereas earlier throughout the film I was not so focused, it can even be said I did not listen well.

“Where else are you going?” ask Dahlia.

“Tersubmissive anyway. I fuck you,” I replied innocently.

As a person who is not capital like me, of course only resigned to be taken anywhere. Oh my God, I just realized this is so despicable. How not? I am a man, as if losing authority in front of Dahlia who is in control. The problem is only one. The contents of my wallet are less thick than her. In my heart, a pledge of kutoreh, I will one day pay for all Dahlia's kindness even though I know for a fact that she sincerely did this.

In the car, Dahlia was more silent than usual. Is this because of my question or is it just my feelings that are excessive? Really, the atmosphere became less comfortable. I myself do not dare to bring up any more. Let it be, had Dahlia not been willing to answer that question, I resigned. Maybe my fate is like this.

Our car drove at a speed splitting the city of Surabaya which began to preen, because the afternoon had approached. We stopped by a mosque to pray Magrib congregation. Busyness can creep in, but worship problems should not be abandoned. Not too long either. Half an hour later, we were already wading through the sparkling city that night.

Dahlia parked the car in front of a cafe that is quite crowded with young people. Unique and contemporary design, and contemporary music is a magnet for young people to chat. We chose a seat that was a bit far from the crowd, to be more free to chat.

“You eat?” tawal Dahlia's.

“Ngak. I'm still full. Just have a drink,” I replied while checking the menu row in the list. The names are unique, and I don't really know how they look. I chose one type of coffee drink with calamary rings. Dahlia ordered a kind of fruit mix drink with a frothy soda, along with french fries as a distraction. The clinking of piano music added to the shahdu that night.

While waiting for the order to be served, I tapped my finger at the table while looking at the atmosphere of the cafe which was quite crowded. Dahlia appears to be checking the screen of her phone closely. We kept quiet, confused about what we were talking about. Dahlia then placed the phone on the table.

“Why did you ask that question, Bi?” ask Dahlia later.

The question back from Dahlia made me nervous. Honestly, I asked spontaneously because of deep curiosity. This close enough relationship is the trigger. If I feel that Dahlia has put her heart on me. I don't know, I hope I'm right.

“I just want to know, Dahlia. Because we were close all this time. And soon maybe I'll leave town. Then there's no harm in me asking you this. Whatever the answer is, I will accept it. I don't want the same mistakes repeated,” I replied.

“Same mistake? What mistake? How come you never told me?” ask Dahlia curiously.

“Lupain aja, Dahlia. That's the past. I've been soaking deep that I don't fall back. Lupain aja!” my door.

“Hmm. You must have been heartbroken in the past. Same who the hell? Same girl we've been to that boarding house in Rungkut area huh? She is beautiful compared to me. If you want, I help you get him,” said Dahlia.

“Who? Barrel?”

“Eh, how to talk about Laras anyway? I'll ask you that question. This has nothing to do with Laras.”

Dahlia smiled meaningfully. He took a deep breath, then looked at me sharply. Apparently he was about to convey something important. Suddenly my chest rumbled, feeling like I was waiting for the seconds of the verdict handed down by the judge.

Dahlia was ready to speak, when the waiter came to take our order. The timing is not right. The brief interruption created a concentration. Dahlia also seemed to think, like she was about to string the right words to convey to me.

“Bi, earlier I apologize profusely yes if I have wrong you ...”

Dahlia's words stopped. I saw his eyes start to glaze over. This feeling is starting to get bad. What he really wanted to say. I waited in fear.

“What's up, Dahlia?” soft ask.

“Bi, you are a good man. Even the best I've ever known. Do you remember the first time you met at the Language Center? At that time you and Darwis filled out the form, then the next day you look nervous introducing yourself in front of the club members. It was at that moment that I realized that I was admiring because your English was so fluent. After that, as you feel too, we are so close. Meet and help each other. Even you still have debt to me.”

Dahlia smiled slightly. Parasku. Oh my God, Dahlia, so honest! At a crucial time like this even discussed the problem of debt. Too!

“Maybe this closeness, for some people begins to be misinterpreted. Honestly, you are the first guy friend who is this close to me, even dare I introduce to my Mom. You know your own response to you is also very good. He feels very dear to you.”

Dahlia took a breath. I continue to listen to his words with enthusiasm.

“Bi, honestly I also love you very much. You remember when I told you about my late brother who died in an accident? You always remind me of him. Every time you see you, there is a sense of wanting to help all your troubles, wanting to be always present in your time of need. I'm sorry, Bi. I love you, and I already consider you like my own sister ...”

Dahlia's speech was so clear, causing turmoil that increasingly ransacked sanity. I can't understand all of his words. All this time I was considered a sister or what?

“So how, Dahlia?” ask for clarity.

“Looks like I can't explain anymore, Bi. You are my most special sister in my heart. I love you as my sister,” said Dahlia firmly.

For a moment I was like a dreg. I still can't believe what Dahlia said just now. Not yet lost in surprise, Dahlia continued her words.

“I'm sorry I'm also Bi, actually I've been made the same Darwis ...”

Dhuayarrr!

I felt a bullet go through my brain!

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