ABHIMANYU WORLD
Chapter XXXIII: Interrogation in a Car
The afternoon was so sad, with the light of the golden sun peering at the acacia shoots. The atmosphere of the road around the campus as usual crowded smoothly, with downstream-hudik vehicles. This afternoon, many students came home from college, mingling with the workers who came home from work. The routine is almost the same every day.
At 16:32 I was ready in front of the mosque, waiting for Dahlia who was ready to deliver. As for transportation, I'm not worried now. Even though I don't have a bike, I'm grateful that there are still good people who want to help people who don't know themselves like me. In the contract, just choose the bike who I want to wear. If you want to ride a motorcycle with an old fashioned style, then Farhan motorbike can be relied upon. The motor resembled a tough and resilient old mistress. Whereas if you want a little stylish, then the Doni or Andre motorbike can be an option, with a note of gasoline please fill yourself.
It's an unwritten rule actually. It's just an ethical issue. It is appropriate that we fill the fuel tank of a borrowed vehicle. Riding a motorbike Andre or Doni, will affect the selling power of singles like me. Self-confidence goes up a few levels. While riding a Farhan motorbike, will evoke memories of the father's motorbike that is similar.
The beep-beep!
The red Honda civic had stopped not far from where I was standing. It was a relief to see Dahlia arrive. No need to rot for long in this place. I immediately entered the Japanese wagon excitedly. The smell of the toilet mall has become accustomed to tickling my nose. So I'm not bothered about it.
But wait!
Suddenly, I smelled a different smell than this car. Not the smell of a mall toilet, but the smell of softer flowers. Khalayan flew in no direction. I felt like I was crashing in the middle of a beautiful spring garden somewhere in Amsterdam. The windmills spun slowly, standing mighty against the sky. I inhaled a deep breath while closing my eyes, letting the slow-floating nectar enter my nose ....
“Woee!” dahlia's voice returned my delusion to the real world.
“Eh, sorry!”
“Where is your friend's address?”
I'm giving my phone. Dahlia scrunched her forehead for a while, then the mangosteen.
“Let’s Go, Babe!”
In a matter of minutes, we glided through the fairly dense wilds of Surabaya that afternoon. Luxury vehicles snaking on the main roads. There are also many rich people in Indonesia. Many other vehicles lined up, connected into one, that is Indonesia.
Sorry, it's not like that. That's a song from Sabang to Merauke.
“You changed your car perfume, Dahlia?” I started a chat.
“Iya. Tired of the old smell. I want something more romantic. The old one is similar to the scent of toilet mall right?” Dahlia.
Holy hooch!
I thought this Dahlia had the superpower to read my mind. Hopefully he doesn't meet with Professor X who will catch him, as it is considered a potential mutant. Little flutter. Now I have to keep my words, or even control my thoughts so as not to think badly of Dahlia.
There wasn't a lot of stuff in the car. I'm a little awkward, afraid of mistalking. Dahlia was very good at reversing my words. Suddenly I felt like a sickly person, silent in the corner of the car seat not warted. Dahlia's words became like a sword ready to slash at any time.
“How long have you known this girl?” Dahlia begins her interrogation.
The deg!
I felt like I was being dragged into a dimly lit room, with a small wattage lamp hanging, facing a top-class detective ready to come up with questions. The detective wears a neat suit, sunglasses and a hat. A typical detective in the Hollywood big screen. On his right chest, I had a very clear letter written.
Dahlia Sukmawati's.
“Since childhood ...” I replied with a vibrating voice.
Detective Dahlia recorded my answer in her brain. His eyes seemed to be tearing apart feelings.
“Do you guys meet often?”
“A long time ago we did not meet,” I replied.
Detective Dahlia mangosteen. I smell jealousy. Really it?
“What's your relationship close?”
“Sorry Your Highness, can repeat the question?”
I need a meaning from this question. Close as he meant?
“I usually don't repeat the question. But fine. It's an exception to the slow-thinking like you,” cynical Dahlia.
What the ....
Bussyet! There are so many choices. I have to answer any question that I think is a symbol of Dahlia's jealousy.
“We are just regular friends,”.
“Is it natural as an ordinary friend to take care of all his needs? Shouldn't he be asking others for help? Is it natural for an ordinary friend to be entrusted something that might be valuable from your mother?” cecar Dahlia's.
Good Lord! Detective ma'am, where is your conscience hiding? Is your heart not dead?
“I think it's still reasonable. Remembering only me he knew in this town. It is only natural that we help each other. Except, anti-social people. Like you.”
Detective Dahlia flabbergasted. My sentence might be like an arrow bow that directly pierced his heart.
“We are not talking about myself. But about you,”.
“But before you ask a question, you should give it back to yourself. So you know what the answer is like,” my little heart started to churn. Can't stand to revolt.
Detective Dahlia is silent. This is my chance to attack him!
“I understand, loneliness without friends is painful. But that doesn't mean it's making our conscience die,”.
“Enough!” cut Dahlia.
“Pardon the servant who has been presumptuous, Your Majesty.”
We were silent to each other. The dim room around me faded, returning to a patch of room in the car. Detective Dahlia's attributes had also vanished. The girl seemed focused on driving, without a word being said. The awkwardness began to slip.
“You like this music?” I opened the dashboard of the car, picked up a CD that was splashed in it.
“Yes, I like Krisdayanti,” jawan Dahlia.
I'm nodding. The atmosphere was immediately turned into shahdu when the voice of Krisdayanti chanted the song Counting Days. I throw my eyes out of the car. Surabaya was beautiful that afternoon. The activity of its dynamic population, scattered throughout the city. Both with Dahlia in a spring-scented car like this should be very romantic, right?
“You don't want to be able to drive?” ask Dahlia.
I smiled,” I don't have a car? Only have cow carts ...”
“Maybe someday. Never under-estimate with your own abilities. I see a glow of passion in your eyes. Your toughness makes me believe that you will be successful in the future,” said Dahlia.
Just incredible!
After being able to read my mind now he can predict my future. Since the prediction is good, then immediately I guarantee it in the heart.
“Nothing makes me happier than seeing you succeed, Bi”
Dahlia's words successfully touched me, breaking down the wall of ego that stood tall all this time. His sincerity really cannot be compared to anyone. If Dahlia had been a man, I would have embraced it as a sign of true brotherhood.
“Next week, I will teach you to drive ...” he said later.
I'm silent again.
Dahlia, who are you? Wingless angels sent by God to eradicate me from helplessness or what?
“Maybe I will never be able to, Dahlia ...”
“You can! You obey me, or I take your rented room, I'll take it to study?”
Unfortunately, the nature of this lioness is still inherent in her character. Try it softer like Laras, Dahlia. So that this heart may turn to you.
Indeed, I have not liked Dahlia wholeheartedly. Doubt is still entrenched, even though thousands of kindnesses have been spread in my life. Luci's shadow still likes to come uninvited, when it's clear he left me without a message. The softness of the barrel sometimes also tickles suddenly.
Duh, love is complicated ....
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