AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Nadira Dormitory

After 8 hours of traveling on the train, we finally arrived in Jakarta.

The train stops at Gambir Station.

From Gambir Station, we walked to the Transjakarta Busway stop. Next transport we will take.

"Alhamdulillah." I stretched out my arms to drive away the fatigue.

I glanced at my watch. At 00.45.

Really midnight.

Tirto was busy pacing back and forth. He checked the busway's schedule.

Nuri sat on a chair, and was seen yawning several times.

I tighten my jacket. The cold air was piercing the skin, because it was midnight.

Tirto walked over to us.

"The bus schedule is still half an hour away."

"You don't have a bushway card yet, do you ?"

Me and Nuri shook their heads.

"OKAY. Now you have to make an E-Money card first."

Tirto gave us instructions.

*Tirto (visual illustration)

After we finished making the E-Money card at the busway counter, we sat back waiting at the stop.

"You're drinking coffee?" Tirto asked us.

"I want to." Tukas Nuri fast.

"Hmmm, you can. Make it drowsiness." My speech.

"okay."

Tirto walked to the food court to order coffee.

I'll follow Tirto immediately. I won't let Tirto pay for the coffee. He has helped me and Nuri quite a lot during this trip.

"I ordered a mocca coffee. Nuri is the same."

I said as soon as I was near Tirto.

"Oh, man,. Okay." Okay." Tirto continued, unaware that I was standing next to him.

Once the order is complete, I pay for it immediately.

"Eh,. kog did you pay anyway? No, I'm not." Tirto.

"It's okay, I'll pay." As fast as lightning I gave the money to the waiter, then passed by carrying 2 cups of my order mocca coffee.

Tirto took his coffee, then walked after me.

"Now, your coffee." I gave one cup of coffee to Nuri.

The three of us enjoyed coffee while waiting for the busway to arrive.

Pretty, quite warm and a little relieve drowsiness.

Inhaling the distinctive aroma of coffee, it suddenly reminded me of my father.

My dad loved coffee.

Uh,.. Dad is sleeping in his sleep now.

"That bus is coming."

Tirto pointed towards a bus that was traveling towards the stop where we were waiting.

The three of us got ready.

Some passengers got off the bus. Then we went up.

The journey is still long. We had to move the busway three times.

From Transjakarta Gambir stop, we got off at Transjakarta Harmoni Central stop, Kalideres.

Then we took the Busway route of Kota Station - Blok M, and got off at the Transjakarta stop of Masjid Agung.

From the Great Mosque, then take the busway route Tosari - Ciputat, then get off at the UIN stop.

Alhamdulillah, arrive at our destination.

Tirto really helped us. He was also the one who helped find the cost for Me and Nuri.

***

Nadira Dormitory.

A special boarding princess. The building is two-story, with a gate, and complete with security post in front.

Nuri and I occupied the room upstairs. A special room that can be occupied by two people, with a size that is quite spacious.

Our room was empty, and there was no furniture.

Tiredness and sleepiness really attacked me. As soon as I got into the room, I cleaned my body and went to sleep.

Nuri and I slept curled up on the floor, with the blankets we brought from our homes.

***

05.15 morning.

Finish Fajr Prayer.

Nuri chose to go back to sleep.

I opened the window of the room.

The boarding rooms on the top floor do have windows that are quite low in position, and the size is wide enough, so it can be passed.

In front of the window is a mini balcony.

I went out to the mini balcony.

I'm staring down. This hostel page is quite extensive. Up ahead, in the security post, you can see the security guard sitting down and enjoying a cup of coffee, or tea, maybe. In his right hand tucked a cigarette. occasionally he sipped his cup, after which sucked the cigarette butt in his hand.

I looked to the left and right of the balcony. Towards my neighbor's room.

Some are still closed windows, some are open.

There are also those who are out the balcony like me. Looks like it's drying clothes.

Well, it seems, the mini balcony in front of the window of this boarding room is indeed in over the function of its residents as a place to dry clothes.

I went back inside.

Nuri is still asleep. It seems like he is really exhausted.

I stepped, towards the door. Out room.

"Creek."

The door to my next room opened. A young girl in a high school uniform, pure white with shoulder-length hair coming out from the inside. As soon as he saw me, he smiled kindly. His teeth are shuffled. She looks so sweet. At first glance, this teenage girl in my room reminds me of Kinal, a member of Girls Band JKT48.

"New residents yes Tea...?" Sweep friendly.

"Yes." Yeah." I nodded my head and returned his smile.

"Know tea, I'm Ica." Ica stretched her hand out towards me.

"I'm Aisha." I shook Ica's hand.

"You wanna go out for breakfast and tea?"

"No, this was just going to go out and look around."

"Will Ica go buy breakfast ? where is ?" I asked Ica.

"Yes tea, I want to buy rice packs. In front of the gate, near the kog guard post."

"Oh, that's it. Wait, I'm coming, too,..."

"Let's have tea, both Ica."

"Wait a minute."

I rushed into the room, to get my wallet. Then Ica.

We walked through the rows of rooms, then down the stairs and walked out the gate.

"You want to buy breakfast with Ica ?"

The security guard greeted Ica.

"Yes Mr. Dudung." Ica Sahut.

It seems they know each other. Maybe Ica has lived here a long time.

"Let's Sir." I also went with meyapa Pak Dudung. Our security.

"Yes, yeah,. Please Neng,..."

Sure enough, not far from the security guard post, there is a food vendor stand.

"Bu Titin, two fried rice, as usual. One use cell phone + noodles, one know-tempe + oseng buncis." Ica Vocabulary.

"Neng Ica." Sahut Bu Titin's.

I looked through the contents of the bakulan Bu Titin.

There is yellow rice, butted rice, fried rice, and plain white rice. The dishes are also various, there are fish, tofu, tempeh, eggs, chicken, fried noodles, and various kinds of processed vegetables.

"What kind of bell does she want?" Ask Ms. Titin to me.

"Eenggg, I have fried rice too. Wear a cellophane eggplant, and stir-fry chickpeas. Love sambel bit."

"Okay Neng."

"Two packs too, Mom."

"Oh, yes Neng. Ready."

"New inhabitants huh Neng ?" Asked Bu Titin as his hands deftly wrapped the order.

"Yes Mom. Just last night I came." My answer.

"Oh, I just saw Neng"

"This is Neng Ica's order." Ms. Titin handed me a bag containing two packs of Ica-order food.

Ica took out ten thousand bills from her pocket, then handed them to Bu Titin.

"Teh Aisyah, I go first. I want to go to school." Ica Vocabulary

"Oh, yes. Ica go first." My solute.

"Ica's bell is kasian, yes,..." Said Mrs Titin after Ica left.

"Pity why Ma'am ?"

"Yes, just pity. He is here with his brother. Neng Mia's. His father is dead, and his mother is TKW. Neng Ica is from Bandung loh Neng...."

"Oh..... Are they from Bandung? "

"Yes Neng, they're from Bandung. Neng Mia himself went to Jakarta. Get Scholarship at UIN. He went to college while working as well, in the printing shop owned by Nadira's mother, the owner of this boarding house. The printing shop's near the campus."

"Oh, man,.. Great yes Mia...."

" Yes Neng. In fact, Neng Mia was not a host here. Then when his grandmother Neng Mia in the village died, Neng Ica would be alone in the village, because his grandfather also died. So, same Neng Mia, in Ajakin all of you here. Follow Neng Mia's work in printing. Because they feel sorry, same Miss Nadira they were told to stay here. In my free room. Trus Neng Ica is also in school again with Madam Nadira. Go home from school, then Neng Ica help at the printing press."

Bu Titin told me at length about Ica and her brother. I just listen to the beard. Because I don't know how to respond. It feels sad.

It's amazing the journey of Ica's life, that 1st grade high school teenage girl.

And from the story of Ms. Titin, now I know, it turns out my hostess, Madam Nadira, is a very good person.

"Neng, here's the order. It's done." Bu Titin gave me my order of fried rice.

"How much is everything, ma'am ?" I asked.

"Ten thousand neng. Mother's sales the price is flat, the price of boarding children, five thousand/pack."

"Oh, yes, ma'am." I smile. Then pay my rice pack.

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