ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LII: Bye Surabaya!

Towards Magrib, the car we were riding in crept slowly into the city of Surabaya. Mega-mega are scattered across the sky, for the abstract paintings of maestros on canvas. The lights began to glow all over the city. We were swallowed by the snaking congestion, when entering Waru Roundabout. Buildings looming haughty, lined welcome.

“We go straight home ‘kan this?” ask Mas Jono.

“Iya Mas's. Just go straight home. Later I get off at his boarding house Laras, let me later go home by public transport only,” said me.

“Not all delivered to kost, Mas Abi?” tawar Mbak Ida's.

“No need, Ma'am. Not a major. I am in East Surabaya. Later back and forth, pity Mas Jono cape nyetir,” reject me.

The tail of my eyes had glanced at Laras who was silent from earlier. It'sit's okay. In this case I feel guilty. The silence of a woman is the toughest punishment for me. That's one of the reasons why I call women is God's complicated vision.

Mas Jono dropped me off in front of the Laras boarding house, after which saying goodbye to back glide through the wilds of Surabaya. Really, I feel indebted to such a good Mas Jono. May they be given the opportunity to repay their kindness.

“I went straight home yes, Laras ..” pamitku.

“Be careful yes, Mas.”

I'm nodding.

A city bus ride took me home to a contract. Suddenly the hunger pangs the hull. Before entering the room, I took the time to buy a pack of fried rice without my favorite sauce. Legendary fried rice that used to run at the intersection of three near the contract. There are several other sellers who run around here, but the taste of fried rice is the most topnotch. The combination of spices and rice is fitting, but dear always affix magic herbs.

Monosodium glutamate powder!

The plan, I will rest a day at the rented before returning home to Jombang. Staying in a contract is a bad idea. Besides being quiet, money will also continue to be sucked out. Want to eat fried food, have to get out the money. Want to eat a little nutritious, have to out the money. This stomach has been poisoned by many instant noodle spices. Need a little detox.

I was reminded of a small folded sheet of paper from a mysterious man at Lusi's wedding reception. The curiosity peaked, as I opened the sheet.

Call Me! 081335545208. Luci.

That's all it says.

Lusi's phone number. Why did he give it to me? Wasn't she happy to wade through the newly built household heresy?

I'll think about it later! I am lazy to think.

The night passed quickly, because I was so tired. Tired of mind and tired of heart of course. Even so, fatigue is replaced with overflowing pleasure, because soon will set foot in the hometown.

This longing has exploded unquenchably. Murat's tired face always makes me miss. The expanse of rice fields is verdant, the gurgling of slow-flowing rivers, the chirping of stone magpies on top of palanquin trees, and the friendly smiles of the neighbors. It was all like a hypnotizing magnet to keep me coming home.

The day before going home, I deliberately washed all the dirty clothes that had run uncontrollably. I'm not Doni who likes stuffing bags with dirty clothes before returning to the village. Doni is a symbol of the throat that should not be a role model.

In addition to my clothes, I also cleaned my room very dusty. The slightest dust, will trigger itching in the nose. Surely it'll make me sneeze. I'll leave this room in a long time. For sure I will miss the stuffy aroma, the babbling of friends and the pillow bolsters of friends making love all night.

After Ashar's time, I was ready to return home. The contract was empty, because Doni and Farhan had gone home first. Only Andre was not interested in returning home. For him, the glitter of Surabaya is an essential life that should not be taken off. Moreover, he has a new partner, Inneke Unair medical student. I don't know when his love adventure will end.

Before leaving, I say goodbye to Andre who was washing the bike. Apparently he really solidified going to live rented during the holidays.

“Good contract, Ndre! Remember, don't bring Inneke on this container when no one is! After you will be raided citizens!” my message.

“Hahaha. Relax boss! You want to leave now?”

“Iya. The train will leave this afternoon.”

“OK! Yes carefully. Greetings to your family!”

“Ready!”

Dahlia!

Ten minutes, the train will arrive. I checked the ticket I bought, not tucked when the conductor checked. Tetiba saw a small figure running over. Sweat dripped profusely on his forehead, while panting.

“Dahlia?” many wonder.

Inexhaustible, what caused this girl so excitedly followed to the station. He was carrying the package in a plastic bag.

“Luckily you have not left ..” he said.

“Kok you know I'm here?”

“I was in your contract. So quiet. There is only Andre. He said you've been to the station, so I hurriedly followed you here,” said Dahlia among the roar of hunting breath.

“Douh, this train is coming. If there's anything important, you can call, Dahlia?”

“Nothing is important. But want nyampein left from Mamah,” Dahlia handed me a plastic package.

“What is this?”

“No idea, Mom! I told you, that Abi does not like to be carried around like gini. Uh, Mamah maksa. Coincidentally yesterday he just returned from Jakarta to visit my aunt there. There's a little souvenir he said,” bright Dahlia.

“Kok bothered once mamahmu, Dahlia. I feel bad ...,” I said.

“Nyantai. I think my Mom thought you were like her own child. Very often nanyain you.”

Own child? Kirain's own daughter-in-law ....

“Send thanks to Mom yes, Lia!”

Dahlia.

“So vacation in Jombang nih Bi?” search Dahlia.

“Iya Lia's. Kangen the same village.”

“No misses me?”

The deg!

Dahlia's question made me blush. Of course there is a sense of prestige to answer that question. Just the sweetest smile, I hope he can interpret correctly.

Before long, the train sirens were already heard screaming in the distance. The prospective passengers who had just sat, suddenly stood up to prepare luggage. They had already met the carriage on standby at the edge of the rail. Although there are not many prospective passengers this afternoon, they still scramble to ride. Fighting over a seat on a train is an ingrained culture for economy class train passengers like me.

I looked into Dahlia's eyes, right through to the heart. There was a sense of fear of loss that read in the girl's eyes. I immediately shook off my feelings. This scene is similar to the scene in a romantic movie, which takes place at the airport, when the lover is about to go on a plane.

Thankfully, I was not in the mood. We separated for only about a month. Even so, still the goodness of Dahlia will imprint in the recesses of the heart.

In this place, I'll leave behind the remaining fragments of memories. I immediately deleted Laras's mess. Lusi's shadow was pushed aside, but left a phone number in his pocket.

Bye Dahlia's!

Surabaya Bye!

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