ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XCII: Bad News

Back to Surabaya, back to the real world full of challenges. The laughter and joy of being with friends is over. I was again faced with a series of solid routines. Early in the morning after I finished breakfast a piece of bread and spread blueberry jam, I immediately gasped into the campus to test the metal in the metal testing lab.

Working on the final task like this, I really felt alone. Not because there are no friends to help, but because at times like this they struggle on their own. I rarely meet college friends. Anyway this final task activity is really time consuming.

Once hired, I went back to dating the computer screen, finished typing. Tomorrow return to the campus for practice, then make an agreement with Mr. Kusumo. So the flow that I do every day, so boredom really entrenched inescapable. There is hardly any room for personal business. In my head it felt full of metal, metal and metal.

The saddest thing when typing can already be many sheets, suddenly the electricity dies! I don't know what swear I have to spit, because the type is missing because it has not been saved. Address I have to be late until early morning. Because, if I delay it then the other schedule is also shifted.

Overtime night is actually also often I run. I even prepared coffee in good quantities. Caffeine contained in it, is really effective to keep these eyes open.

In a struggle, it does not feel bad if there are no obstacles that come in the way. In fact, the biggest challenge comes not from external factors, but from within. Lazy feeling sometimes dwells, as if becoming a cancer that gnaws slowly. If the feeling of laziness has struck, want to be forced in any way, certainly not running optimally. Type so messy because studded typo and error.

To restore the mood, it is not easy. If you have a boyfriend, maybe you can call or display his photo as an encouragement. Unfortunately I don't have anyone. Call with who? There is hardly anything fun to talk to on the phone. Dahlia's? He's not the romantic type to be invited over the phone. The answer is short and boring. Better to talk to him directly.

Talking about Dahlia, like walking down an endless winding road. Inexhaustible, no end of base. Until this moment, I am still trying to uncover the great mystery of his life. When many chose to avoid, I was dragged into her question-marked life. Losing your brother and father in an accident is not an easy thing to pass. No wonder he closed himself off like that.

I've been thinking about Dahlia. I dare not raise the feeling too high, because I understand if the fall will be battered. Enough is enough that I put hope in Lusi, who I hope will repay my race. But it turns out that the story written is not as expected. I was knocked out of the war arena, without a match. Lusi, the beautiful princess seemed to have been abducted from the dark valley that rode fiercely, masked by demons.

Enough of hallucinations!

That afternoon, as usual scorching the sun licked the surface of the earth Surabaya. There was no cloud as usual. The sky was like a vast expanse of blue tapestry. I planned to go home early, because suddenly the head felt like breaking. Not dizziness, but like throbbing. Maybe this is the effect of lack of sleep, so the head hurts next door. I think a little lying down will relieve the pain. There are actually pain medications, but it is better to rest.

I was about to enter the contract, when suddenly a man stood waiting at the door. Judging from the looks of it, I seemed to have met, but forgot where. I tried to collect memories that had scattered, looking for pieces of events that might be scattered somewhere.

“Mas Abi?” ask the man.

“Iya Mas's. Looking for me?” I asked back.

“Iya Mas Abi's. Do you remember me? I'm Arbie, her sister Inneke.”

“Oh. Of course Mas Arbie. I still remember once. Arbie came with me that night. I really didn't think Mas Arbie was here. There must be something important or how?” manya curious.

“Bener Mas's. Fortunately, sampeyan remembered. I'm here to ask for help Mas Abi. Because I am confused to ask for help who,” said Mas Arbie with an anxious face.

“Oh, yes Mas. Ask for help what?”

“Gini Mas, currently Andre's condition is unconscious. He had a motorcycle accident this morning in the Ahmad Yani area near Graha Pena. Just because I was not aware, I was confused who I wanted to contact. Inneke was already crying from the morning. Maybe Mas Abi knows the phone number of his parents or family who can be contacted? For now we take care of everything, Mas.”

Mas Arbie's words really surprised me. How not? Just yesterday we were joking at Farhan and Dina's wedding, and now he's in an accident. The news made me nervous. Bad thoughts are directly raging in the brain.

“Hah? What the hell is this, Mom? Now where's Andre?” I asked nervously.

Suddenly I felt no pain in my head. The news I just received was amazingly shocking. Andre, is one of my closest friends. I even learned a lot about love and how to deal with women. Hearing bad things about him must have hit my feelings a lot.

“Tenang Mas's. Andre is still stable, although not fully aware. He is now being treated at the ER Bhayangkara Hospital. If Mas Abi has his family number I ask, because I cannot ask Andre,” said Mas Arbie.

Without waiting for the order twice, I immediately looked up Andre's father's phone number. Actually I never kept the number, but fortunately in the contract we have implemented a good thing, which is to write a number that can be contacted if in an emergency. The number was written down, and taped near the TV for everyone to read.

Soon I copied Andre's father's number and I gave it to Mas Arbie. My feelings are still not out of whack. In the contract only I am one. Doni is still busy berberes in his hometown, Farhan is also enjoying the early minutes as a newlywed. Practically it was only me, because Andre would definitely be hospitalized in the Hospital.

“Mas, I asked for the room number yes. I want to look forward to!” my door.

“Oh, yes. I'll just send you via SMS.”

I'm nodding. Arbie's coming home soon. Intention to lie down. My mind was still fixed on Andre who was now lying helplessly in the hospital. Though as far as I know, in a few days he will hold a kabul ijab procession with Inneke. But poor is not rejected, profit cannot be achieved. May he recover soon so that he can pass on his love for me.

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