ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXIII: The Secrets of Women

After fighting hard with all his energy, finally finished this ominous affair. Next week I'm starting to jump into the world of work. In my brain already pictured, the world of work must be full of challenges. As people write, we are required to write neat, readable and no mistakes. In writing, mistakes can be removed whereas in the world of work we should not be wrong. Fatal consequences if that happens.

In the lecture, learning achievement will be poured in a piece of paper that contains values. While in the world of work, work ethic will be judged by the leader, so that if not satisfactory will be ejected or will be a black record like a stain that is difficult to remove.

When the lecture activities are at the end of time, it's time to clean the room. Books that are obsolete, enter the cardboard for the next museum. It turns out a lot. There are three boxes of books that have not been used. If it is sold kiloan, maybe even good. Most thick modules are photocopian from lecturers. They told them to read the modules to khatam, whereas the exam material was ninety percent different from the contents of the module.

On the sidelines of cleaning the room, but I remembered the package I had to hand over to Laras. I grunt. Actually a little lazy to go there. Will definitely feel awkward after the incident in Malang some time ago. Unfortunately, this is a mother's trust that should not be ignored. Must be delivered immediately, who knows this package contains something important.

That very afternoon, I immediately pumped the gas to the boarding place Laras. In order to save time, it seems like you have to borrow a Doni motorbike. Actually the licensing is not complicated, but somehow Doni always make drama every time I want to borrow the bike.

“I want to use the motor to my friend's house,” said Doni.

She was enjoying seaweed-flavored potato chips wrapped in aluminum foil packaging. Food is far from healthy in my opinion.

“What time?” my many.

“Jam eight possible. It's Isya.” The answer is indifferent.

“Let me go home before Isya kok!”

“By any chance, but ...” Doni scrunched his forehead.

“But what? Don'worry. I loaded the gas!”

“Not that problem anyway, Bi. Gasoline problems are also okay. Yesterday was also a quiz...”.

“Well what dong?”

“This, I have an English translation assignment. Ask for help huh?”

Tuh right?

I'm sure there must be something on condition. Maybe not like the condition of Roro Jonggrang who asked to be awakened a thousand temples in one night, but still add to my work that has been stacked.

“Not much?” ask again.

“Ngak. Six or seven sheets only!” said Doni with a flat expression.

Whats?

Six or seven?

One single sheet took almost an hour to complete the translation. If it was anyone else, I might have had twenty thousand per sheet. Since Doni has kindly lent him the bike today, I just pray that my time is spent in order to do his order.

“God willing, yes!”

“Emang where are you going? Tumben-tumben borrow motor. Usually never. There must be something important. Play to the girls' place huh?” guess Doni.

“Send a deposit to my friend kok.”

Doni muttered, then threw the keys to me. I feel excited. It was lucky to have a motorcycle in college. Because the motor is the main means for mobilization everywhere. All this time, I walked more often. No wonder if this calf is big like a soccer player. There is no way I brought my father's motorbike to Surabaya.

Finished dealing with Doni, I immediately ran off the bike to wrestle in Surabaya density. Actually, the laziest ride on a motorcycle in this city. The density of the road made my blood pressure rise.

Riding a motorcycle here must have the skills of Valentino Rossi. Must dare to wander among other cars to quickly get to the destination.

After struggling with the complexity of the city, finally arrived at me in front of the green-painted boarding house. As usual the first time I felt was the quiet atmosphere. Maybe here the hostess is fierce, so the schedule of visits is rather tight. In some princess boarding houses I've met, it's usually never quiet from a visit. The name of the princess boarding house is identical with a group of beautiful girls, of course, of course, many beetles who like to perch there.

Wh-tok-tok!

A glasses girl pokes her head from behind the door. This girl feels familiar to me. He also opened the door when I was looking for Laras. I don't know what his name is.

“Definitely looking for Barrel!”

“Kok know Mbak?” my many.

“Yes you know! The face of sampean is no stranger. If not, then it must be Mas Jono. Ntar ya Mas's. I'll call you first!”

As usual I waited on the terrace chair that was specially reserved for receiving guests. Before long, Laras appeared from inside the house. Her sad face looked fresh as if she had taken a shower. The smell of fresh soap still tickles the nose.

“Mas Abi, what do you need, Mas?” ask Laras. He sat on the chair to my right.

“Delivering order from your mother, Ras!” I said, handing over the package that my mother left to him.

“Oh, this must be the meat jerky order I ordered earlier. It's not from my mom, Mom. But this is from Mas Abi's mom!” A bright smile Laras expanded while receiving the package.

Mama? Why didn't you tell me this package came from him? As far as I know, my mom is good at making jerky. But I didn't expect that he'd give that jerky a barrel. Even I whose own son was not given.

“Send thank you to mom yes, Mas?” laras.

“Kok mom didn't say that it was jerky? When's message? How do I not know? Mommy didn't tell me anything?” cecarku.

“The female secret is deep, Mas!”

Female secrets? What are they keeping secret? Is this a conspiracy by the two-volume mother? I thought his memory of Laras had been somewhat diminished because it had been lulled with Dahlia's kindness. In fact, my mother was still thinking about Laras.

“Kok use the secrets of all the hell?” sulokku.

“That's nothing to think about, Mas. By the way how's it going? Denger again face UAS?” cecar Barrel.

All right, I won't think. I'll ask my mother about this.

“Udah finished, just wait for the value of practice cooperation. Tomorrow Monday plans have started practical work in Gresik.”

“Wah, good luck to you Mas!”

“Thank you, Ras.”

For a moment we were silent to each other. Such situations often occur. The moment where the frost is between us. One of my weaknesses is that it is difficult to choose a suitable topic of conversation. Not only in front of Baras, but in front of many people. No wonder so many people think I'm boring.

Maybe they're right.

“Sorry yes Mas make yesterday,” said Laras later.

“Lho, why apologize?”

“I'm already angry with Mas Abi. But maybe Mas Abi means nothing. That's how I am, my mom. Sometimes it's just like kids. Need guidance from Mas Abi. Moreover, Mas Abi has been so good with me. I still like to sulk and sometimes. Again I apologize. Will Mas Abi forgive me?” laras said with a pleading look.

Honestly, my heart is weak to face the gaze of a woman like this. I was silent, unable to agree or refuse. The face of Laras turned childish, breaking down the ego that loomed in my heart.

“Nevent to think, Ras” answered me while brushing my face away from Laras' sweeping gaze.

I'm not very good at commenting. Just a short answer I gave.

“You want Mas Abi to guide me to be better?”

The deg!

This question has a deep meaning. I'm still trying to digest it well. Word ‘guiding’ here means extensive. Of course, it is not guiding in the sense of the teacher towards his students. But there is certainly an implied meaning behind the word.

So what does Laras really mean?

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