Among Thousand Journeys

Eka Damayanti

I opened my closed eyes, and looked back, the face of a beautiful girl

graceful with a dark brown hijab,

lean behind me,

“Ya Alloh, Ian, why so gini...” said the girl named Eka Damayanti, she immediately hugged me from behind.

Eka Damayanti, that girl's name, I know time

I'm in 2nd grade High School and still actively writing in

teen magazine, first introduction, she

it was looking for my house, and she was one of them

from a fan of my writing, I came home from school when Eka was standing by the side of the road to my hallway, she stopped me,

“Mas…

stop...” reprimand. I just got off

Angkot.

I stopped, and waited for him to come

approaching, Eka was still not wearing a headscarf, her hair tied with a red ribbon, and her face was graceful, implying maturity.

“What is mbak?” my many.

“Sorry to interrupt for a moment, ask

mas...?” she said in a flat but melodious tone and sounded coquettish in my ears.

“Tau this address is not mas?” tanyanya, while

a piece of paper with an address.

It says, Febrian, kulon pon pes Al-alawi

Shawl, shawl,

“That's me mbak.” I said after reading

a line of addresses on the paper shown

at me.

“Wh which is real?” she smiled cheerfully, and

there was a star in his eyes.

“Yes really, cook a lie, know where

about my address? The feeling I don't have

kayak relatives embak.” I said probing.

“I'm not your relative, but your fan,

you're writer khan? Well I'm one

your big fan.” he said explaining

with a funny mimic, like a kindergarten teacher

explain to his student.

“Wah so embarrassed, I'm just a karyaku writer, my work is also just ngawur aja, not quality.”

I said wrong behavior.

“But I'm really amazed, really, you

prospective great writers.” he said praising.

“This time want to go home or chat here aja.”

I said, because we were just standing there

roadside.

“Eh yes, I guess I don't know either

your name?” I said half asking, as the two of us walked down the dike of the road block in front of the house,

“Eka Damayanti...” said, while

put his little hand. Me too

tight, full of friendship.

“Febrian, I know my name?” candaku.

And not too long before we come out

my home.

That's my introduction to Eka, and

from then on we became familiar, because of Eka

almost every week playing to my house, his house in the Rengel area, so still one district with me.

A year has passed, and I have been in third grade

High School, and Eka became one of my best friends, who admired me, she always supported me to

producing my writing.

I was very open with Eka, until about

my girlfriends Eka also knew, one day I and

Eka sightseeing to Cape Frog, “Yan..” says.

Eka, when we sat under the tent and

enjoy young coconut ice, while feeling

breezy beach air that carries the smell of typical sea water, the,

“What's up?” askaku while taking out a red Djarum cigarette.

“Umpama we made how?” he said with a look at me, seriously.

“You mean a so-called creature?” say

mark it, indeed I like it most if he mbesengut.

“Ah you, I am serious.!!” he's right too

mbesengut, and from there it is clearly visible

her special beauty.

“Iya.. yes, I know you are serious.” I said hunt-

buru prevented his anger.

“You know for yourself Ka.

a lot, I can't bear if you become a snacker

liver.”

“Why don't you break up all your girls.!?”

“Wah, I also did not take that long to cut them.” indeed at that time my girl was 18 years old, ah arguably the king of pellets, yes,

“Wah thou hast the heart or the heart, the greed, the,

I wonder also why they, the girls want you renteng kayak

tasbih.”

“It's their business Ka,”

“I'm so surprised Yan.”.

“Reason why?”

“Yes, are they all you will make wives of all...,?”

“Wah la ya it's not, where can I serve

all of them, can be drained of blood sucked and I live bone.”

“A leech girl? Ngaco you.”

“Ya mending talking ngaco, rather than silent

kayak stone, can-can be considered a statue, trus

carried people put in Klenteng, ckakakak..”

“Ah don't talk ngaco ah, trus if all you don't make a wife is sure not to be your wife will hurt?”

“And I'm open, they want to be my girl, I've told you all about me, besides I already know each other.”

“Ber-ener inexhaustible thought I'm Yan.

don't you use pellet science? Gee

don't I also you pellet?”

“Pelet semar ngakak? Yes you feel dipelet denggak?”

“Benefit I remember you continue.” he said seriously.

“If night remember to dream?”

my many.

“He-eh.” answers mangosteen.

“Wah you already have the disease of love, tskakakak..”

I said and Eka pinched my arm.

That's me with Eka always open up, but no matter how much Eka loves me, but we don't

I've been in a romance, because I never wanted to decide unilaterally with my boyfriend, and

our relationship is just friends,

Companions

understanding each other, until I repent, and leave behind a dark past, Eka's shadow disappears into the past, the past I want to erase from my memory, the past that I only remember when I cried at one lover is Alloh.

To set aside my contempt and my sins that I ask to forgive,

“Yan…! Why did you become like this.” Eka's voice hugged me from behind, no matter my dirty clothes, no matter the strange view of everyone at the station.

I wanted to explain to Eka, I wasn't the Ian she knew before, but I doubt if she'd understand.

“Ka... You're not ashamed of everyone's sight?”

“I don't want you to be like this Yan..” said,

his hand gripped my wrist,

And to stand up, her tears melted

wetting her light brown hijab. Eka used to

not a girl who likes to wear a headscarf.

Until our last meeting, I drove him to college.

We were on a bus to Surabaya.

“Yan…! If you wish you had a wife, you

expect to have a wife who how?”

ask her with a serious look at my face.

“I?” I'm laughing, “I imagine

have a wife who is sholikhah.., yes at least who wears hijab,” I said for sure.

“Means I'm not in your category

expect yes?” ask it like a question

my sister asked for candy.

“Ah is Ka, mate is in the hands of the

power, if you were my soul mate, neither would I

reject.” I said toilet.

But arriving in Surabaya, Eka took me to

Muslim fashion boutique and she bought hijab.

“Wah for what Ka, hijab this much?”

many wonder.

“For Yan's supplies, who knows, I'll be

your soul mate, hehe...” he said with a smile.

sweet, because one of her headscarves directly

put on.

“Hm... You are getting more beautiful Ka, if makai

jilbab.” my praise sincere.

Seriate....