ABHIMANYU WORLD
Chapter XVII: Beautiful Secret Agents
I woke up to the dawn of the azan. Cold instantly ambushed. Understandably, it rained all night. I wanted to pull back the blanket, but duty was waiting.
Oh, just sober!
I'm still wearing Dahlia's t-shirt. But what's this shirt for? The design is not very. I don't understand Dahlia's taste either. Besides this shirt is oversized wear. Even if I leave it to Doni, it will be inhumane slurs that I will accept.
Yes already!
That shirt is now one of my best doormat collections.
***
The earth continues to spin on its axis. The night continues to roll back and forth. Minute by minute speeding away from the past, becoming a fairy tale. Day after day rolled even into weeks, weeks crept into months.
I circled the number one on the calendar hanging on the wall of the room. It was a sad day in December. Almost every day, raindrops always wet the earth Surabaya. Sometimes the activities I had planned were suddenly canceled. Scribbled agenda book. It's unclear what was pictured there. Maybe a tangled thread pattern, a tangle of my mind.
I don't know.
Concentration learning is a bit big lately. Yesterday, I applied for assistance for the drawing task. As a result, only the painful abuse of the lecturer was ringing in the ear. He blames my laziness.
“Task pictures like this you are not becus! You are not going to college! Here's how students are lazy. Not trying!” caci the bald lecturer.
Am I lazy?
Let's see it!
Open your eyes wide, bald Lecturer!
Every day I wake up earlier than the rest of my friends, fulfill my duty to the Creator, then iron his slippery clothes, smooth your balding! A minute later I had to stand in line for a shower, get dressed and half run. Sometimes there is no time for breakfast, just a grain of rice. Back in college, when others were engrossed in watching TV, I struggled with endless work. Until night knocks the earth.
And that's what you call lazy?
Regret begins to fade. Grunts make the eyes dark. It's like everything looks wrong. The drawing paper I threw on the floor.
Plaaac!!
My breath was roaring over, overstretched. Can you scream so loud right now?
Don'tdon't. It will surprise others....
Laziness began to wander. Remembering the face of my mother and Weni who were shahdu.
I'm sorry, Mom!
I'm sorry, Wen!
I let you guys down!
In a crucial moment like this, I suddenly lost my spirit. The ones around look dull. The old radio legacy of the father almost slammed too. Maybe a short walk can restore the mood.
“Tomorrow comes yes. Help Mama. There is a study event at home.”
I remember what Dahlia said this afternoon. Will meeting the Dahlia family please me a little? Unfortunately, Dahlia's face was also unable to divert my world.
The saturation begins to spill over in the brain. It seems like it takes a little time to get some time.
My hands immediately danced to the keypad of the mobile phone.
“Sorry Dahlia. I haven't been able to help because of my many college assignments. Say sorry to mama.”
Send done!
Unrequited.
Let it.
***
Enjoying an afternoon in the luxury of Surabaya is quite entertaining. I am currently walking down the luxury stalls in Galaxy Mall, one of the largest malls in Surabaya. There was not a single speck of intention to buy the items displayed there. Financially, it is impossible.
Like an ugly goose swimming in a royal pool, I enjoyed the solitude of that luxurious mall. Seeing the various mall visitors is its own preoccupation. Secretly, I fantasized about being one of them.
Look over there!
A priyayi-faced father with his bully sons and daughters running around merrily as if this mall belonged to his ancestors. Their white skin that shone like porcelain never seemed to be licked by the sun. They laughed weightlessly entering one of the fast food restaurants with the logo of Colonel Sanders.
I smiled wryly.
No need to envy the happiness of others. All of them have their own rules. After all, sustenance has been outlined. It can't be confused.
Eating at a fast food restaurant is not healthy, Bi!
Back my poor soul comforted at a time like this.
On the other side of the mall, a beautiful girl clad in a light yellow tank top combined with a very short skirt walked gracefully showing off her legs that were level like a stork. He was accompanied by his partner....
Athaghfirullah!
I don't want to describe it. Indeed I am just a hamlet man who got lost in this mall, but not arrogant, physically I am a hundred times more pleasing to the eye than that man!
Oh, I know the reason!
On the man's arm was a circular watch from a famous brand that cost millions. That was why the girl was willing to slither spoiled. This is what Andre discussed about the definition of love the other day.
It was at that moment that I fantasized about being able to replace the male position on the Beauty and The Beast pair.
My phone suddenly shook.
“Halo,” sapaku friendly.
“This Mas Abi?” a soft voice sounded across. It was so sweet, like the sound of a midnight radio host I used to listen to.
“Iya, this is Abi. With whom?”
“Mas Abi where?”
“I ... I'm again outside. Who is this?”
“It's Adjustable, Mas.”
“Laras?”
“Iya Mas's. I got a number from mom sampeyan.”
Ow hell! This mother....
“Oh Yes Barrel. Sorry yeah. Can anyone help?”
“Besok Mas Abi bothered what not? I want to ask for help...”.
“Insya Allah. It's Sunday tomorrow, so I'm free. Ask for help what?”
“Anu Mas, I will get a work call in Rungkut area. What about sampeyan to send me? Just look at the location. If you already know it will be there by yourself. I'm scared uh Mas. I don't know the ins and outs of Surabaya,” said Laras.
I was silent for a moment. To be honest, I know Surabaya is also half-center. Only know the campus environment, unlike students who are being pinched. How to know Surabaya if his job is just college-sleep college-sleep only? Even if out of the streets, do not memorize the name of the street as well.
Rejecting Barrel is clearly impossible. Moreover, I believe this Laras is a pretty secret agent sent by my mother to spy on me. If I get it wrong, I can be fired from the family line. There was clearly no choice to refuse.
Do it or die!
“Alright Baras. I'll anterin you. What time are you in Surabaya?”
“I leave dawn from Jombang. Insya Allah at seven has arrived Surabaya.”
“Yo wis's. Not pick up where?”
“Where's the record?”
He was asked back to nanya!
“On Joyoboyo Terminal only yes?”
“Coming Mas. I resigned...”.
Wait for.
How is there a sentence ‘aku pasrah’? Do you want me to wear it?
The conversation was interrupted. Suddenly the atmosphere of the mall does not make me excited. My mind immediately focused on what to do tomorrow. I opened the wallet in my pocket. Only fifty thousand.
Anxious ambush for a moment.
Fifty thousand dollars what to entertain guests? Did you drink sugar cane ice on the side of the road? Not elite at all. My reputation will be shattered into pieces in front of Laras.
Duh, how is it?
Arriving in the room, I was still pensive. Don't want to look poor in front of Laras. Men should have self-respect. Want to borrow money Andre or Doni, there is a bad feeling. We were both students from out of town. Free souls are ingrained for us. I pared that intention.
Ten minutes later, I smiled.
Fix....!
For the bike, I borrowed Farhan's bike. For the money, I had to call Dahlia. No need to explain the reason to him.
“There is a sudden need. One hundred thousand only, Lia...” lamented me by phone.
“Not to wail like a stepson! Yes exists. Sure enough a hundred grand? Would you like to send cash or transfer?” tawal Dahlia's.
Hmh!
The Dahlia style. Already similar mbak-mbak teller in a national private bank. The difference is of course the intonation of his voice.
Not offering a credit card?
Anyway, I almost jumped out of the chair in excitement. The hundred thousand for Dahlia was a crumb. Certainly without the ba-bi-bu he agreed to the credit agreement. Who knew that a hundred thousand could be repaid for five months?
My spirit is back. The sweet face of Larasati with a veil of pastel colors, and her smile that is as dark as a banyan tree in the campus field makes it more slumbering. Can't wait for tomorrow.
Lucia?
I'm not even sure if you're real or not. Ii'm sorry.
Thank you my donor, Dahlia Sukmawati.
***
