ABHIMANYU WORLD
Chapter LXXIX: Small Reunion
I can't wait for this practice to end. As it turns out, doing something for a long period of time will result in acute boredom. For now I'm stuck in that phase . The phase where boredom has peaked in the crown. If this is the case, the spirit of work is also automatically freefall to the lowest level.
How not to get bored? I have to look at the same files every day, do the same thing, meet the face of Mr. Imron every day. Nothing really arouses passion. Everything is stagnant, there is no significant dynamic.
Ms. Roffi has also entered the office. However, personal closeness to the boss should start to slow down. It cannot be dissolved by the good, which ends in doom behind the day. Enough household drama that I experienced the other day. I must immediately leave the battle arena that is not my grill.
It seems that Bu Roffi also realized that soon our togetherness will be over. There is no hope whatsoever that I give, including the promise that I will work in this place. The sad paras of Bu Roffi are clearly pictured, moody all day long. Really, I was actually sorry to see her attitude change. Pretend I'm acting normal, not even pretentious to comfort him. For safety's sake, I don't ask the cause of that moody face. I chose to find safety.
The reports have also been cut every night, even though the body is crumbling dimly. Glasses of coffee I made, so that these eyes can remain literate. Too much caffeine is not good for health, but for the sake of smooth college, I was forced to chug it. Like coffee, wrapped in snacks with flavored flavors I buy to accompany long nights. Dozens of radio channels I also explored, to get the best introductory music breaks. Sundari Soekotjo until the sexy voice of Bon Jovi has also dyed the night.
Being too focused, even I ignored every incoming phone call. There was a mother who called out a few times, but was left out. I'll call you back later. Some more calls from Dahlia. I'll call you back later when you're a little loose. Hopefully he will be slimmer completely.
Most interestingly there was one incoming call from Laras. How's that sweet virgin doing? Last met when he was struggling spoiled in my motorbike, penetrating the dim city of Surabaya at night. Is the business with the missing documents finished? Too bad, I can't help much, considering my own business is not finished.
One time I went to school on a Saturday, looking at Victory English Club. Recollecting the early days of this club, when I had stage fright in front of the rest of the club. This time was certainly different from those times. My presence was warmly welcomed by my colleagues. Irawan gave me a special place in front of the newly joined members. He already thinks I'm a top brass at this club. So did Rini. The sweet girl smiled at my sudden presence.
“Tumben appears, Bro?” greet Irawan.
“Yes, Bro. Again kangen same you all.” My answer.
“Say more practical work, Brother ABi!” rini said shyly.
“Iya Rin, mumpung Saturday holiday I spew here playfully. Alhamdulillah, it is still active yes the members. After the camping event in Malang yesterday I was very busy with college tasks, understand the final level students,”.
“Nnothing Kak Abi, mending brother focus only in practical work, finish it graduation, find a job that really can continue to apply Kak Dahlia deh,” seloroh Rini.
“Apaan anyway, Rin!”
Rini chuckled with Irawan. Although I rarely join them, this English club is very comfortable. The members are like brothers. Unfortunately I don't see Dahlia among them. Maybe he has other activities so he can't give his friends training.
Gathering with them for a moment brushed aside the pile of pressure clogging the brain. The laughter they offer is truly efficacious to forget all the hassles of life. For a moment I felt like I was in another atmosphere. Blending with a community raises the spirit of life, mumpungung young and unmarried.
When I say goodbye to go home, suddenly I see a Dervish figure with a different look coming towards us. A little amazed to see the change in appearance. This is the first time after practical work I've seen him. Dervishes look more dashing, wear formal suits, wear glasses, shoes and maintain a little mustache. In the past, when he was in college, he used to wear a dull t-shirt and shoes that were stepped on the back. Fortunately, the world of work brought a positive wind to him.
Darwis whispered to me.
“You're looking for Lusi tuh.”
“You met him?”
“Lusions often come to the factory. He's still like he used to be. Still pretty. Her cheekbites did not disappear either. Love nanyain about you,” Darwis said.
“Keep answering what? You told me to move on?”
“Ngak! I said ... Lusi, if you like someone then you have to fight for your love. Don't just shut up. Later your love is chopped chicken. Gituuu ..”.
“Crazy ah! It's the same way you told her to turn away from her husband and stir up the passion for cheating. Your advice is not real at all,” my protest.
“It's been irritated me too long. Already know have a legitimate husband, who is talking even other men who are not clear jluntrungannya! Less grateful for what he is. A good and rich husband like Ilham Ramadhan is a rare species. This is even an obscure conversation!”
“You mean another unclear man who is it?”
“Yes you are!”
Almost doused this meatball sauce in his face. She said I was an unclear man. It is not time to be like the Ramadhan. Anyway, Darwis, the problem of the heart can not be lied to with the polish of property and such. Just fine if Lusi keeps a taste for me.
Again, I admit my folly of not having previously expressed a taste to her. Now after being taken new people regret.
After all, this little reunion event really made a moodbooster of its own for me. For the days ahead maybe I rarely join again, considering I have reached the final level of lecture activities. So it might be busy doing the final task or trinkets. Dreams that I've been dreaming for a long time can't miss.
The friendly event is still going on until Azan Ashar reverberates. Some of the members had already said goodbye, and some of them were still casually chatting. Although the atmosphere still feels warm, there is still something less in my opinion.
Dahlia Sukmawati's.
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