ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XV: Hopeless

Week passed.

I try to rise from the slump. Memories sometimes come like uninvited guests. Sometimes the splinter fishes to shed tears.

Even if it's just a drop.

You once said that it is hard for a man to cry. But I think sometimes we just need to empty the crush in the chest cavity.

The guys at the contract have already started to cheer me up. As usual, Doni invites to just wash your eyes in the mall, looking for discount items. Doni is famous as a true shopaholic. His appetite was above that of a normal human. Even things that don't really matter to me. In his room there are several hats of various well-known brands that are priced appreciably, but he himself rarely wears a hat.

Mubazir, right?

While Andre again offered me to adventure in his glowing world, full of color wrapped in intoxicating delights. The party-goer will go from one party to another. Surely Andre is old enough to know the consequences if too deep dabbling in it. So there is no need to preach. Everyone has a different way of looking at problems.

I subtly refuse.

Farhan loaned out thick motivational books. One of them is Jack Canfield's best-selling Chicken Soup book. The taste of reading it deserves a thumbs up. Unlike Doni who likes to read rubrics gossip in the newspaper! He was willing to read in the shop just to wait for the latest gossip from Luna Maya, his favorite artist.

Reading motivational books is actually good for mental health.But I just opened a sheet, already feel dizzy. The language is too high, what power I lack can digest this kind of book. I need some teenlit novels or at least Agatha Christie's old novels.

In the first days since returning from the village, it must be as strong as possible to collect the spirit crumbs that were scattered. I suddenly felt hopeless. The hopes that had been knitted for a long time seemed to disappear just like that. A lot of bad thoughts haunt..

I once told my mother that I should stop going to college, work in the fields, take care of my mother and Weni.

Unfortunately my mother refused.

“Emak and Weni are okay. You can't quit college. Poor yourfather. He wants to see you become a big man, unlike him. You must continue college to realize your dreams. Never give up yo Le,”.

Suddenly my spirit was broken.

Alright, Mother. I'm gonna fight.

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A stack of papers containing the translation tasks I received from Dahlia Sukmawati. The girl seemed enthusiastic to welcome me. Now, this heart is softened. I no longer have a bad stigma about him. Behind his firmness, was stored an unexpressed tenderness.

Well, Dahlia Sukmawati is still an ordinary girl. It hides past traumas in its mask of rigidity.

“Yuk accompany me to lunch!” bring Dahlia.

Wait for.

I didn't hear wrong, did I? Dahlia's taking me to lunch?

Just be right.

This is a lunch invitation I never expected before. But it was really bad to refuse Dahlia's request. Her sincerity when visiting the house, made it seem as if I was shackled in the feelings I created myself.

“This jiang, Lia?” tanyaku.

“Iya. Maybe you have time. While we are talking about a new program in our English club,” replied Dahlia.

Talk about a new program at our English club. Please underline. We were?

Who am I?

My brain was circling around looking for an excuse to refuse his request. Not ashamed to have lunch with him. It doesn't feel appropriate. Maybe if there is a Dervish, I can still consider his invitation.

Memories of drifting during lunch with Lusi. My hunch says that Dahlia will treat me too.

Thats enough.

Enough Lusi to pay for my lunch.

“Actually I have an appointment with the lecturer later in the day,” my lie.

“So can't ya?”

“Sorry Yes Lia. Maybe next time. Sorry bangeeet...”.

Disappointment implied for a moment in the look of his face. But he quickly hid it with a bitter smile.

I'm sorry, Dahlia. I can't.

“Other times possible?” ask again.

Duh. Dahlia did not give up apparently.

“God willing,” my answer is short.

I don't care how Dahlia interpreted the word ‘Insya Allah’. Just hope he forgets, and doesn't charge me again the next day.

The next day, while picking up the translation paper in the library, Dahlia handed me a package.

I'm appalled.

“What is this?” my many.

“Nasi. For you,” answered.

Rice field?

Unfortunately, I do not have any in-laws.

“I.I've eaten Lia,” dust me again.

“Nothing. Bring it for lunch is also okay,”paksanya.

“You don't have to bother like this, Lia...”.

“I should thank you very much, Abi. You're the only one who wants to tell me and listen to my story. You are like a close friend to me.”

Me?

I was lucky to be a close friend of Dahlia!

Huh!

Dahlia's age was clearly older than mine. Maybe not too much. But Dahlia's out-of-date nature makes her look older than she should be. Chatting with him feels like an aunt and a bang!

Find another brondong, Dahlia!

“Come on bring it! I will be very disappointed if I refuse it,” urged Dahlia.

“Alright, Lia. Thank you yes...” I accepted that pack of rice padang awkwardly.

I'm sorry, Lusi.

We also split up.

But still not in thought. The rice field of Dahlia is like a mode for a particular intention. Bad thoughts began to infiltrate silently, poisoning my sanity.

I hope I'm wrong.

Such is. Day after day I was showered with many foods from Dahlia. After the rice field berlauk rendang, Dahlia brought new menus that tempt the faith. The sweet martabak, the madurese chicken satay, the iced stew and most surprisingly when he brought me a box of pizza.

“Today my mama has a birthday, so I brought this for you,”.

“Dahlia, you don't have to bother like this,” reject me.

“Who said I bothered?”

I let out a breath.

I can't refuse every dahlia's gift. The doctrine of the old woman on the carriage was firmly stuck in the mind.

It is not good to refuse sustenance.

“Oya, mama said sometime tell me to play at home,” added Dahlia.

Waduha....!

It's more messy business if this is the way.

All I know is, this Dahlia is the daughter of a wealthy businessman. His house is quite luxurious in the Kertajaya area. Reportedly, he had a very crowded building shop. It's kind of weird that he hangs out with dhuafa guys like me.

Clearly, Dahlia's sympathy was already greatly exaggerated. I'm afraid there's shrimp behind the rock from everything he's done. So far, I'm still khusnudzon to him. So I just take each gift with a chest roomy.

No, I don't eat alone. A box of pizzas I share with my friends.

“Tumben you bought pizza? New payday huh,?” andre asked while picking up a piece of cheese-studded pizza.

“Neither buy. Asksasi friend earlier,” answered me briefly.

“Good your friend. Wh who? Girls ya?” tanyakanya.

“There's a friend on campus whose birthday,” lie.

“Every day just like gini!”

Suddenly, Doni appeared from the room. Great also sense of smell. Just know that I brought food.

“Wicked you, Bi! Bring food without calling!” Doni's in action.

“Yes, I didn't know you were in the room. I've brought food, also evil, ” my protest.

Doni laughs.

“Mana Farhan? Ntar dikirain I do not call!” my connection.

“Farhan came home tonight. There is business like that, ” replied Andre.

“Udah kuhabisin only huh? That means it's not his sustenance. Who told you to come home tonight?” Doni's getting worse.

“Sain piece,” says.

Pizza is a kind of fancy food for students like us. Our tongues are used to taste the savory monosodium glutamate in instant noodle seasoning.. No wonder that this Italian food will ludes in the shortest tempo. We khilaf ate the last slice of pizza until the last crumb.

Farhan is not part.

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