ABHIMANYU WORLD

XLVII Chapter: Badmood

The air's a little sultry tonight. Black clouds filled the space. It looks like water will pour from the sky. Occasionally a flash of light flashed. May it rain when I sleep. Because, it feels comfortable if you sleep with the sound of water droplets bubbling. The melodious harmony of nature's voice, beyond Beethoven's masterpiece.

At exactly seven o'clock in the evening, after the prayer, Dervish actually appeared at the door of the room. Still wearing skullcap and sarong. It looks a bit different than before. This time he was better than usual. Marun color backpack carried on the shoulders, while carrying a plastic bag full of snacks.

“Not too late, right?” the sap is friendly, while lifting the plastic bag he carries.

“Log in!” my orders.

Like a street vendor, we started deploying ammunition on the floor. Some paper for the doodles I have prepared. The course that will be tested tomorrow is Mathematics. The discussion of a convoluted matrix is quite a squeeze on the brain. Not much to say, we immediately read the notes obtained when the material in the lecture.

But of course the method of learning in college is very different from elementary school. At the time of SD, we were like a baby bird that was always bribed by the mother. The teacher records the material on the board, we copy. The teacher explained, we heard. Then practice the problem, without knowing where the origin of the material from. Our brains still haven't reached how complex a formula can be.

I once thought, scientists must be half crazy fiddling with complicated numbers to create a new formula. Only a few humans care. The teacher never gave us a chance to ask. We just resigned to listen to the word of the teacher, a righteous man, who must be obeyed and obeyed.

In college, do not expect the lecturer will give the material in full. Lecturers just write on the board without any explanation. They assume that all must have passed the previous learning phase well.

Sometimes, when we do not understand, the lecturer has conveyed the material of the soaring Shikansen train from Tokyo to Shin Osaka. As a result, who understands only the mangosteen, and who will not get worse in his pain.

“Complete not your note?” ask Darwis.

“Ngak. I noted it here ...,” my snob while pointing the head.

The learning process begins with a focus. The rules I have made were implemented by Darwis. Enthusiastically he listened to the presentation of the material, while taking notes in a notebook. It turns out that understanding others is not easy. Either I was less able to convey matter or Dervish's brain was not up, so matter had to be repeated several times.

The warmth of coffee and the savory salty beans bear witness to how eager we are to fight for the future. There was hardly any pointless chatter, we tried to focus on the material.

Outside, the sky sounded. Maybe my guess is right, it's raining tonight. It was so intense that I had to fan out using books. The old fan in my room was lackluster. Like a sickly old man.

“You brought an umbrella?” my many.

“No, it wasn't raining,” he replied.

Goody. Maybe in the past SD Darwis never learned a saying that says ready an umbrella before the rain.

“Then it's okay if the rain is ready to go home wet?”

“Nginap here can not?” pinta Darwiss.

“Bby. But you slept on the floor.”

Darwis resigned, without the slightest protest. In my heart I smiled. It can't be that hard either. But it seems like Darwis obeys whatever I say.

Peanut skin scattered across the floor, the coffee also began to cool. For a moment we stretched the stiff muscles because most were sitting, while cooling the brain that was getting hot.

“You know Lilis?” ask Darwis while leaning against the wall. Coffee with full enjoyment.

which “Lilis?”

“Lilis Tekkim children who joined camp to Malang yesterday.”

“Emang why?”

“Lilis delivered with her boyfriend bla .. bla .. bla .. bla...”

Before long, the learning event together turned into a ghibah event. Rules that have been made, I accidentally violated myself.

Lilis' name became a trigger for the topic of conversation to spread wildly everywhere without being able to brake. From Lilis, the topic of jumping to popular girls in the campus area, then conical into the name of Dahlia!

Drrrtt!

Drrrtt!

My phone rang, stopping the growing arena of resistance. Actually lazy to pick up the phone, but because the learning process has been over I just pick up the phone call.

Why is this girl calling?

“Mas Abi is busy?” the voice on the other side was so soft, making the fur crouch.

Sounds like this could make icebergs in Antarctica melt quickly. I seem to be at a loss for words to describe it. So soft and soothing to the heart. In this world, only one has a voice like this.

Laracati.

“I again learned ...,” I replied short. Darwis seemed to notice enthusiastically, immediately understanding, that I received a call from a girl. All of a sudden he became a genius for this kind of business.

“Mas Abi is still angry?” ask Laras across the street.

To be honest, the presence of a man named Jono at the Laras boarding house some time yesterday still clumped into a kind of malignant tumor that gnawed my mind.

At first I saw Dervish smiling to see me take the phone call. Guess what was stored in his brain. That smile has a philosophical meaning to me.

“I'm sorry if something goes wrong, Mas..,” pinta Laras across.

The wall of ego that loomed high in the heart instantly collapsed. Who could not hear a voice like that? If I had been near the Eiffel Tower, the tower of French pride would have fallen.

“No! Just be normal ...”

“Gratitude deh. I'm thinking, Mas. Afraid that Mas Abi was angry with me,” his voice was clear.

Drrrtt!

Drrrtt!

“Shortly Barrel. There's a call coming in ...,” I close the call, switch to the next call.

Kanjeng Queen Dahlia!

“Bi, sori interrupted your study. You're the same as Darwis?” without further ado, Dahlia shot straight at the target. Kulirik. The boy was still watching my movements.

“No coking!” my lie.

“If you meet say dong tell open his HP, read a message from me ..” said Dahlia again.

The message?

Hm. How is there a little bit of discomfort? It never seems that Darwis also messaged with Dahlia. What the hell are they talking about? Suddenly curiosity flared. Worried, they talked about my ugliness in the back.

“You didn't call his HP directly?” my many.

“I've called hundreds of times not lifted!”

Oh yeah, I just realized that Darwis didn't bring his cell phone. An uncomfortable feeling instantly broke through the limits of my sanity. The scent of betrayal began to smell.

The conversation ended, leaving a thousand questions still hanging. I want to interrogate Darwis right now, but I'd better cut the plan down. My mood's freefalling to the lowest level.

“Who's Barrel?” tanya Darwis later.

“Neighbors in Jombang,” my answer is short.

“Cieee..neighbor what neighbor?” goda Darwis's.

“Neighborhood kok!” kilah fast.

Darwis grinned, deducing for himself what he saw. No interest in further dialogue. Instantly, everything in the brain evaporates, destroyed by bad thoughts.

“Five more minutes I want to sleep!” I gave a warning.

“Have ten hours?”

“Not yet. But I'm tired today. If you want to go home, go home! Ntar raining,” I said.

“I was expelled?”

“Ya it's up to you to stay here. But I want to sleep!”

I don't know.

The devil's horn grows on the head. The two phone calls immediately shattered his feelings. Negative thoughts enter the nervous system like evil spirits. Whispers of hatred ring in the ears. I think I want Darwis to get out of my room.

“I first clean the nut skin yes!” pinta Darwiss.

“Neither! Just let me! You are a guest!”

“Sorry yes Bi, already ngrepotin you,” said Darwis hesitated. He seemed to have read my face well. Maybe he realized that my mood was starting to decline.

I didn't answer. Suddenly this head is dizzy. Dervishes look like they feel guilty, so there is a bad taste infiltrated quietly in the heart.

I don't give a shit.

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