ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XCIX: Hanging

The afternoon was almost near when the car we were riding struggled with snaking congestion in the southern city of Surabaya. As usual, the main road is crowded with various motor vehicles lined up with each other. The sound of a sahut-puk honking horn, like rhythmic music. Dahlia drove the car casually, without hurrying while listening to the beautiful tones of Kris Dayanti. I smell fresh vegetation in the car, unlike the toilet in the mall.

The car turned towards the SPBU, infiltrating among other cars that were about to buy gasoline. Quite a long queue that afternoon, but not a holiday. The difference between weekdays and holidays is almost subtle in this city. All humans are almost drowned with all hedonic activity. They slammed their bones, no matter the time. Nothing can stop, except a patch of soil with gravestones at the top and bottom.

I'm not the kind of wealth-serving person, or a materialist. Maybe because of the upbringing of parents who familiarize themselves with a simple life and not neko-neko. You always teach to be grateful for what you already have, without a grandiose desire. My mom recently told me that she actually has savings in the bank that are worth the price of a new car. The savings were originally used for my tuition and Weni's school fees.

Out of the SPBU, the car again glided towards the city center. I haven't seen a city like this in a long time. Books and typing the final task makes this brain feel deadlocked and blind to the beauty around. In fact, the outside world is so beautiful full of colorful refreshing scenery. The infuriating routine has sunk into the ocean without a shred of the world's choke. Sometimes, I need to dive deeper.

“What do you eat, Bi?” dahlia asked without looking. He was still focused on the condition of the highway that was quite crowded that day.

“What aja. I recited it ...”

“Kok resigned? It's not usually like that. Come dong! Kasi. I was also confused about what to eat. After eating we watch, Bi. Looks like the handsome Tom Cruise has released a new film,” said Dahlia again.

“Mission Impossible?”

“Iya. I haven't seen it in a long time, I'm a kangen. Mumpung there are cool movies yes all aja.”

“Because!” reply excited.

Actually, I am also a fan of watching, but what an extraordinary busyness to keep struggling with the tasks of the college are mounting. Never mind watching cinema, watching television in rented alone is very rare. On the side because television programs are nothing interesting, except news shows.

Due to the deadlock in the head, we finally decided to eat at a simple, but quite famous depot in Surabaya City. A legendary depot since the Baheula era, in the old Gubeng Station area. The culinary offered is indeed very pampering tongue. No wonder, the tiny depot room was crammed with humans beyond its proper capacity. It takes a struggle to find a place there.

After filling our stomachs, we continued the fight to go to the largest mall in Surabaya. Fortunately, the atmosphere is not how crowded because it is still in the work days. Don't ask me about the weekend. The sea of humans will fill the corners of the mall, there is almost no room for privacy. In fact, most of them have no intention of shopping, only capitalized to look around the various items displayed so beautifully at mall outlets.

It was still quite a while to wait for the movie to play. After buying the tickets, we went around to relax. While walking through a row of shops, Dahlia chatted about her days. As usual, I listened faithfully. Without the intention to interrupt.

“You soon pass dong, Bi?” ask Dahlia.

“God willing, Dahlia. Hopefully there is no cross-section, so that the final task exam can run smoothly, continue to get graduation and get good work,” I replied.

Dahlia. I saw a grim look on his face. Shouldn't he be happy with everything I've achieved?

“Kok you sad?” manya curious.

“Ngak. I'm glad you're graduating this year. But I am sad because maybe you will get a job outside Surabaya, so we will not see you again. I'm not ready to lose you, Bi,” Oozed by Dahlia.

Oh, so sweet!

“Lost? It's not loss, Dahlia. Even though I work in Papua or even abroad, we are still connected. Especially now is the age of the internet. There are many chat facilities that we can use. Don't worry about it,” I replied.

Pretending to be innocent? Damn this Dahlia too. Indeed, basically I'm innocent, also said I was pretentious and pretended to be innocent. Though this has been printed since I bulge on this earth. I have no intention of responding to his words any further. Unfortunately there is something tickling, which all this time I really want to ask. The experience with Lusi is a valuable teacher, so I don't want to repeat it twice.

“Lia...”.

“Why, Bi?”

“Mmm. We often spend time together, whether it's talking, eating together or walking. Even our families know each other very well. Previously, sorry if you sassy this nanyain..”.

Sentence ceased. Why is this chest rumbling? The tongue also feels faint, it is difficult to speak. I took a deep breath, calmed down. This old disease has recurred. All languages are destroyed.

“What's it, Bi? Yuk ride! The movie is starting soon!” ask Dahlia quickly.

“O yes already, later then!” my answer.

“Halah! Make me curious about you. We don't have to watch a movie then. What are you nanya? Let me not be curious!” dahlia.

“I'm hard anyway how to say ..” elakku.

Dahlia sighed. His face looked curious. He stopped his steps, looking at me inside. I was nervous to return that look. Why am I this stupid, my God?

“What do you want, Bi? I'm waiting for your question.”

“Mmm. Here's Dahlia .. I .. I just want to ask. We are close. Actually how the hell do you feel about me? Sorry very much in advance.”

My face is red withstanding shame. Dahlia was apparently also surprised to hear the question. Suddenly the level changed. In my heart, I regret asking that question. Dahlia did not answer my question immediately. He even shut up while shaking. Really, I feel guilty.

“I'm sorry yes, Dahlia,”.

“I .. I can't answer now, Bi. I'll watch Tom Cruise,” replied Dahlia.

Nah right?

Now it was Dahlia's turn to deliberately hang me in worry. My feelings are not calm. That answer threw me into the ocean of chaos. Somewhat confused about his choice. Why would he rather watch Tom Cruise than answer my question?

Of course, because I'm nothing compared to Katie Holmes' husband!

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