ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XVI: Romance of Rainy Days Part II

The November wind started to whip. Cold licking skin. The influence of western monsoon began to feel ripped the earth Surabaya. Black clouds filled the sky this tired afternoon. Frantic mothers running around saving clothesline.

While I don't care, I'm stuck at a college stop all by myself. Within a split second, water was like being spilled from the sky. Occasionally actuated by flashes of light, coupled with a rumbling sound far away there.

At a time like this, I miss Lusi's Hello Kitty umbrella. The romance of the rain seemed to dance before my eyes. Susi with her wet hair looks so stunning, like Dewi Nawang Wulan who lost her shawl. As much as possible to brush off the shadow of Lusi, so strong is his shadow entrenched to fill my cerebrum.

Boredom began to roast, rummaging through my sanity. I chewed gum that was not sweet, then tried to form a small balloon through the mouth like Lupus in the 90s. If the rain continues to spill, then it is certain that I will age at this damn stop until magrib. That means Anopheles' mosquito troupe will be feasting on the freshness of my blood. Mercilessly.

Duh. May there be a miracle.

I hope the God of Help will kidnap me from here soon.

A red Honda Civic stopped in front of the stop. The glass is dark, I can't tell you who's in it.

The beeeep! The beeeep!

The sound of the horn is sounded twice. Does that mean I'm welcome to get in the car? I am still like a geeky person who looks left and right. Confused by the meaning of the horn's voice. Bad thoughts are creeping. Perhaps this is a kidnapper who will pretend to give me a ride, then hold me in a dark room to rob my kidney!

I must have watched too many horror movies!

The car glass slowly came down. A familiar face hinted for me to climb into the car.

Him again!

How does he know I'm stuck in this fucking stop?

But I don't think this is the right time to choose. Especially hoping for Lusi's Hello Kitty umbrella. The smallest amount of help should be accepted. I decided to get into that lime-flavored car.

It smells like a toilet in a mall. Fresh fruit aroma.

“With me only..” greet the Helper God who is none other than Dahlia Sukmawati. The shadow of Goddess Nawang Wulan who lost her shawl instantly collapsed!

I never thought that Dahlia could drive her own car. It was a bit awkward for the car to be with her. Meanwhile, the sound of Kenny G's saxophone music makes the atmosphere more beautiful.

“I get off ahead of it,” my door.

“Nothing. Stop by my house first. Your clothes are wet. Later you catch a cold,” said Dahlia.

“Eh, no need!” reject me.

“Nothing. I'll take you back to your contract. Just calm. Nothing will happen. Moreover, I told to ride bemo myself!”

Bemos. Reminds me of the old three-wheeled vehicles that circulated in Jakarta in the 1960s. But bemo is also used by Surabaya residents to call ‘angkot’. I don't know how they adopted that word either.

“But...”.

“Already! Safe anyway!” Dahlia.

The car drove through the rain. Evening started greeting Hero City. The sparkle of city lights began to twinkle in various corners. I'm still curled up like a prisoner in the back seat. Pasrah has no voice. Whatever Dahlia would do to me, I don't care.

“Sore really home?” dahlia asked to break the ice.

“I was all working on drawing assignments in the Lab,” I replied.

“I was looking for some books in the library for fluid mechanics tasks tomorrow the day after.”

Noth nothing! My inner.

Duh!

I shouldn't be this cruel. He has sincerely given a ride among the raindrops that vibrate.

Gawk. I'm gonna be a good boy.

A few minutes later, I heard Dahlia muttering nonstop. It speaks at a speed of tens of megabytes per second! It was about how boring today was, about having an unexpected lunch, and about the rain that flushed the earth uninvited.

Because of the fatigue whack, Dahlia chirp so similar to a fairy tale before going to bed. I was lulled in the cold air conditioner in the car, so that without realizing it had waded through the dreamland.

In my dream, I met Lusi with the Hello Kitty umbrella. He was waiting for me under the rain.

“Build Bi! We have arrived..”.

I felt my shoulders shake. Half surprised I opened my eyes. The dreams about Luci evaporated instantly.

Or maybe it's still a dream?

This isn't a dream.

A bespectacled middle-aged woman looked graceful welcoming our arrival. Kissed Dahlia's forehead. I can tell that woman is her mother.

“Mah, this is Abi I told you about the other day,” Dahlia said.

I nodded and smiled. I kissed the back of the woman's hand with reverence.

What did Dahlia tell me?

“Oh, pity wet-wet. Immediately get clean towels and t-shirts, Nduk!” the woman's orders.

Immediately I was welcome to change into dry clothes in the bathroom which was the size equivalent to the bedroom in my contract. Maybe even more extensive. A lavishly designed bathroom. Complete with sink and seat closet. The smell is like the smell in the car. Lime aroma.

Could Dahlia use a toilet freshener as a car smear?

That day, I became a little king. After changing clothes, I was served dinner in his classic dining room, with luxurious lights hanging low.

“Eat first let ndak catch a cold,” said mama Dahlia friendly.

“Eat a lot, Bi. Let's get a little chubby like me,” Dahlia added.

Huh!

Dahlia was honest. Just know that I eat a lot of instant noodles, so I'm thin dry like this.

“Just read on!” Mama Dahlia held out a sparkling plate to me.

Her looks?

My poor soul is struggling.

It was a bit trembling to receive that crystal plate. Considering I'm used to wearing plastic plates on the contract. However, you have to keep the image in front of them. Don't let my reputation be ruined because I don't understand eating.

Maybe I'm not a rich man, but polite and adab still implanted by my parents since still snot. Although a lot of good food was on the table, I still politely took enough. Not as impressed as a man who never eats well.

“Thank you Mas Abi has helped my son,” said the woman on the sidelines of eating.

I almost choked.

“Oh, do not help anything Bu,” I replied.

“He really likes to be so humble, Ma...” continued Dahlia.

I'm downcast embarrassed.

“Ndon't go low. I'm glad Dahlia has friends. He usually chooses friends. Yes Alhamdulillah he is suitable to be friends with sampeyan.”

I made no comment. Afraid of speaking wrongly.

The dinner was over when the clock docked at number nine. Dahlia's ready to take me back to the contract. While the drizzle is still boisterous sounding out there.

“Later the shirt I returned on campus only yes,”.

“Nevent to be returned. Just wear it!" answer Dahlia.

Curiosity is disturbing the heart. Whose shirt is this really? The size is a bit too big for me.

“This is whose shirt?” I asked myself to ask.

“Kaosku.”

What the....!!

What is this curse?

The car rolled home to my beloved contract. In a drizzle, I ran around to the contract. Well, Dahlia's house is beautiful. There is nothing more beautiful than my room. The airless scent of this room is much more fragrant than the lime scent of the Dahlia toilet!

Still wearing Dahlia's shirt, I threw my body on the bed. The only thing I want right now is sleep.

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