AMEERA'S LOVE STORY

PART 3

“Ra...Meera!” nita's voice dawned on me from the daydream.

“Eh yes, why Nit?” I said as I got out of bed.

“There's a call.”

I pulled my cell phone out on the table. Since yesterday I have not opened my phone. I read the posts on the front screen ‘Umar calling’.

“Halo”

“Halo Meera, where are you going? Since yesterday I ice em not dales, I call not

appointed. You're all right?” his pedicab.

“I'm good with Umar,” I replied, “yesterday I went to work I played to Ani's boarding house, just want to go home was big test, so I nginep. This new nyampe kostan” continued me.

“Sukur if you are all right. By the way, you have an event today? Play yuk” invite him

“Where?”

“Agung ngajakin we eat at his house,” he replied “all with Nita” he continued.

“Oke, ten o'clock aja well I want to clean up first”

“Oke” tut...tut..tut.

“Nit, Umar make sure we eat at home Agung”

“You sure you want to go?”

“Iya, bete is also a holiday in kostan continue. You don't have an exit show, do you?”

“No kok”

“Oke, ten hours yah”

“Sip”

At exactly ten o'clock, Nita and I went to Agung's house using Nita's matic motorcycle. Unlike me who comes from a poor family, Nita has a slightly richer family background than me. Nita is the only child in her family. We are friendly because we have the same goal of wanting to be financially independent.

About twenty minutes away with Umar's guidance by phone, we finally arrived in front of the house of Agung. It looks like Umar and Agung are on the terrace of Agung's house while chatting.

“Have trouble finding the address?” ''' Umar asked as we got off the bike and walked towards them both.

“Hemm... passable, we have never been to the area here because” answered me honestly.

“Yuk yuk” invite Great

We stepped foot into the house that was quite simple. The atmosphere inside the house is quite quiet. There were only the four of us.

“Kok quiet, your parents where Agung?” I'm honest

“Agung here only lives alone, his parents live outside the city” apparently Umar who answered my question

Agung invited us to sit on the carpet that was titled living room of his house. The Great House consists of only a few rooms. It looks like a room that I believe is the Great room next to the mini kitchen and next to the mini kitchen there is a closed room that I believe is the bathroom.

The four of us talked while preparing lunch for the four of us. We plan to make salted fish, fried tofu and tempeh, as well as sambal and lalapannya. The menu is simple but very appetizing. Seen Agung as the host deftly cook rice liwet and side dishes. I feel ashamed because as a woman I can't cook.

From our conversation I finally knew that Agung was from the same city as Umar. Agung and Umar both came to this city but with different purposes. Just like me, Umar came to this city to find a job. In contrast to Agung who is currently studying fourth semester to get a bachelor's degree at one of the top universities in this city. From the way he spoke the word very clearly he was an educated person. Suddenly there was an admiration in my little heart for Agung. With a handsome face, polite speech, educated, and good at cooking, making Agung have a plus in my eyes.

At around twelve o'clock, the food is ready. We enjoy bribe by mouth while telling stories and connecting topics. Nita was no longer shy like her first meeting with Agung. He seemed to be chiming in every great subject. There was an attraction between the two of them, and I don't know why I became jealous of it.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Nita and I went home. I saw a smile coming from the lips of Agung addressed to Nita after they exchanged mobile numbers. I don't know why I don't like to see it.

“Be careful on the road yah” Umar told me.

I don't know why the existence of Umar there was forgotten by me who was more interested in people who were chatting with Nita.

On the way home I was more silent. I almost forgot my main purpose with Umar to invite Nita was to bring him closer to Agung, the friend of Umar.

“Hemm.. Nit, what do you think?” I break the silence.

“Who?” ask Nita.

“Agung” my answer is short.

Nita was silent for a moment. I looked in the mirror and he was smiling. The same smile as someone who is in love. Just by looking at her smile I had already gotten the answer to my previous question. I'm sure Nita likes Agung. I don't know why I feel regret in my heart. I don't know why I want the Great for myself, not for Nita.

***

A week had passed since we had eaten together at the Great House. Nita and Agung seem to be getting closer. They intensely exchange news and stories via mobile phones. Nita several times showed the contents of a short message from Agung that contained chatter about the news that was viral on television. Not about the news of the artist's divorce, but rather political and legal news that I'm not interested in at all. Sometimes Nita had to look for references to what Agung discussed in the gugel so that he looks to have a broad insight. I just smiled while shaking my head.

“Tring” sounds a notification indicating that there is one message coming into my phone.

[hai Ra... What else?] I read the incoming message that turned out to be from Umar.

[just clean your clothes, now again lying down while watching tv] I replied honestly.

[out yuk] reply later.

For a moment I considered Umar's invitation, I have not replied until a few minutes

[are you busy?] because I didn't answer, he sent me a message

[where are you going?] answer me then

[you're ready, I'll pick up] reply later.

I got up to go to the bathroom. Actually, I really want to use this working holiday just to fall in the boarding house. The activity in the very crowded factory made me feel tired and tired. The deafening sound of the machine, the smell of chemicals that filled the entire factory room, the abuse and abuse of the seniors to their juniors who made mistakes, and very hot temperatures inside the factory are topped with asbestos. All of this has been a daily sight for me.

I began to draw water into the bucket lazily. Once full I pushed into the bathroom and started bathing in there. The water from the dipper soaked my whole body. My laziness began to go along with the flow of water that fell down my body.

‘Tok...tok..tok...’ the sound of knocking on the door is heard from outside.

“Who?” I said half screaming because I felt something was interfering with my bathing.

“Neni... you again take a shower anyway Ra really long, hunt I also want to bathe” said the person outside the door with a tone of voice no less high.

Apparently the one who knocked on the door was my neighbor who was going to take a shower too. I immediately accelerated my bathing ritual because I did not want to make him become angry. However, this is a public bathroom, where users are required to do any activity inside at high speed.

‘Huh, whereas new also enter’ my grumbling in heart while out of the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later there was a sound of a motorcycle stopping in front of my hostel. Umar has arrived.

“Nit, I go first ya” say goodbye to Nita who is still noton tv in my boarding room

“Oke” answered while pointing his thumb and index finger to form a hurof O.

I immediately went out of the room to see Umar because I didn't want him to wait too long.

“Where are we going?” ask Umar when I get to him.

“Udah up aja first later also you know” he replied while handing a helmet to me.

I immediately climbed on the bike Umar after previously wearing the helmet that Umar gave me.

It was more than an hour into our journey, but there was no sign Umar would stop his bike. I looked around because I felt familiar with the scene I was going through. Being with Deni for two years made me know many areas of this city even though I wasn't from here. The cool air of the mountains began to feel. Slowly Umar stopped his vehicle to the edge. I saw a huge tea garden. The view here is very soothing to the eyes. This place is a place that I often visit Dulubersama Deni. Suddenly there was a bit of longing for the man.