Angel In Poetry

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Standing on one rail waiting for his suitcase and Wijaya's suitcase shortly after getting off the plane. Afkar's heart never felt calm since hearing yesterday pa Wijaya call this city. Afkar stared at an empty bench, there yesterday he sat with Alya, with Alya joking that he picked him up here. That corner, where she ran hugging me with her laugh, I held her small but powerful hand as it struck and punched me. Just a moment back in your town made my memories spill over in our yesterday together.

After getting his suitcase and Pak Wijaya's suitcase, Afkar approached Pak Wijaya who was sitting waiting for him, passing through the exit, Afkar glanced at another bench where he and Alya were negotiating where to put this suitcase, whether to go to the hotel first or let the suitcase go anywhere because Afkar is afraid to bring Alya to the hotel considering Alya's attitude that can change and can make a riot. Afkar quickly shook his head, stoop. This is my new life, don't follow me again my love.

A hotel with four floors and overlooking a large street. Afkar laid his body on the bed. This city, I came back after a year ago I left with a tremendous heartbreak, and until now there has been no cure. Cellphone's ringing.

" Assalamualaikum sir"

" Greetings waalaikum, Afkar, in half an hour we will meet, maybe until the afternoon. You can go anywhere, maybe you want to meet your friends. But tonight accompany us for a walk. Car keys took in the receptionist, I told you you were gonna wear it"

" Good sir, thank you, if you need me, just call"

" Hahaha, I won't interfere, maybe you can meet him again to improve your relationship. But later tonight do not forget, I want to go around enjoying Malioboro"

" Good sir, thank you"

Clik.

Afkar looked at his phone. What does pa Wijaya mean I can meet him and mend the relationship? am I going to meet Alya? no. gabe. I can't see him anymore after he's treated me like this. Afkar stared at the watch, ten o'clock in the morning, Mr. Wijaya will need me later that night, during that what can I do? hey, didn't he say the car was ready and I could wear it. Afkar changed his clothes with a casual t-shirt and jeans. Tidying up your hair and going down to the ground floor to pick up the keys.

Afkar ran his car aimlessly, initially going to stop by the mall where he worked first, but was stopped. Instead the car has now entered the complex of a campus.

College lover, is he still here? with glass covered, no one will recognize me. Slowly enter the yard and park his car. From inside the car staring at the three-story building. Are you still my thesis of love? are you currently between the floors, are there you among those who look like the crowd? are you in the cafeteria? or in the library? or are you in the room of your supervisor for a consultation?.

Just looking at your college building is like living my love again. Over there I usually pick you up on your black matic bike, you call me a motorcycle taxi driver, you ask me not to sell your bike, you shuffle my hair when I take off my helmet, you know, you're not selling your bike, you said I was really cool with your hairstyle. Being in the car for half an hour with the memories revived left her chest tight. Huuuh for what I came back here, for what I hope to meet him here, if he meets he will avoid me, even to communicate via cell phone he already does not want, let alone meet me.

The car drove back, somewhere. Afkar just stepped on the gas, out of the campus complex. Slowly following the flow of traffic, but before long the white car had stopped in a house with a large two-story building and a large terrace. Afkar looked at the building, his hands shaking.

That terrace, where I sat with my beloved. The place where I asked her why her head was broken, the place where I was treated so sweetly, she looked at with a loving gaze, she put her head on my shoulder, grabbed my waist, gave me compliments with her poems, playing the guitar and singing about love and longing. But also treated with careless treatment, hitting, punching, kicking my legs, even insulting words such as calling me squeaky, flat face, looking old, it was familiar to my ears.

Staring at the building and slightly looking up the head looking up at the upper balcony, is there a guitar sound up there? are you in your room and working on your script? or are you asleep because you are exhausted from just coming from campus? Where's your black matic motor? there aren't. You're not inside?. Do I have to go down and press that bell so I don't die curious like this? nay! shame if you open the door and then immediately close it when you see me coming?. Afkar shook his head, not going.

Ten minutes staring at the building in front of him, his mouth said no, but his body was already on the terrace. A young girl rebuked him

" I'm sorry, who are you looking for, brother?

Afkar looked surprised

" Eemm, look for it,,"

Actually Yanti's name is in the plan, but her mouth even mentions

" Find Alya"

The sweet girl smiled

" Ooh, ka Alya has graduated ka, two months ago has moved from here"

" graduated?"

" Yes, I graduated"

Afkar was silent

" That's Yanti?"

" Brother Yanti? sorry ka, I don't know, I just got here five months ago, probably already out when I got in here"

" Maybe, deck sorry to know Alya's address now?"

" Don't know ka, but Alya's already working at her sister's company, so I heard"

Pandu Companies? kevin doesn't have a lot of company, why not just go with him.

" Ka, sorry. This is Afkar?"

Afkar was shocked

" Yes, I know"

" Hehehe, how not to know, the whole room of Alya ka is full of the inscription Ka Afkar's name along with photos, and the transfer time of Alya ka is even a lot of forgetfulness carrying his belongings, he said, he's just busy putting in his pictures and poems"

Afkar looked at the girl in front of him dumbly.

" It turns out that ka Afkar is indeed cute, although not as much as ka Alya told him hehehe".

Afkar smiled faintly, What do you tell me about my love?

" What's he telling you?"

" If ka Afkar was his first love, a tall and scaly man, nosed and rich pinocchio. His voice was soft and clever making poetry, tapiii,,"

" But what?"

" But far away"

" Away away?"

" Yes, he said that Afkar was far away, until he finally separated"

Afkar looked down

" I'm sorry Kevin how?"

" Kein who?"

Afkar

" Hmm, Alya's friend"

" No idea, I just know the handsome Arga ka and the exorbitant Roni ka, hehehe"

This girl has moved to this hostel for five months, don't you know Kevin? did Kevin never meet Alya at the boarding house? ah maybe they met somewhere else, Kevin was including a tasteful man, maybe Alya was picked up by his personal driver and they met elsewhere.

Oh my love, even for something like this you are treated differently.

" Thank you, excuse me"

" Same brother"

Back driving his car somewhere else, his head dizzy, how much you change my love. But what did the girl say I was so confused, you still keep your photos and poems? you told me about me as your lover? you still remember me? but why did you cut off our communication?

Slowly entering the not-so-broad courtyard, looking at the seven steps that would lead him to a hangout for a relaxing drink.

" RAINBOW SHOP".

Afkar climbed the stairs with an increasingly sliced heart. Here yesterday he and Alya first enjoyed coffee since they were made. Sit alone in the corner, here we used to sit together, then your best friend came and gave you a new guitar. You sit up there and recite a poem to me my love. It is about love that will lead us to happiness.

A pat on the shoulder made Afkar shocked

" Hello Afkar, how are you? wow, I never stopped by here in a long time"

" O Bowo, how are you?"

Afkar extended his hand and warmly replied Bowo

" Okay, how are you?"

" Thank God be good"

" When will it come?"

Afkar was silent, Bowo would think I was from Surabaya, let him by his estimation

" So morning, I accompanied my boss, he had a meeting".

" Oh yes, just a week ago Alya and her friends came, Arga has moved to Jakarta, so can not often get together again"

Afkar nodded, Arga has graduated.

" Bowo, Alya's been here a lot?"

" Since the thesis he rarely plays here, he often gets sick, you know yesterday until three months he rest at home alone"

Afkar looked at Bowo, Bowo did not know that we had separated, Alya did not say? and what was that? Alya is often sickly? three months of rest, what pain is he? related me? My love, why you?

" I'm sorry, what pain?"

" You don't know?"

" I'm sorry, we've been separated for a long time"

" Ooh, sorry Afkar"

" It's okay, can I know what pain?"

" He said tired, had entered the hospital also fit on campus, continue to take Arga same Roni to the hospital"

Afkar was silent, my love I'm sorry.

" How's Kevin?"

" Kevin's in Hong Kong, don't know if it's long or short, just know he's in Hong Kong"

The hongkong? alya did not go with her lover there.

" Where's the job?"

" The company where her brother works, I also do not ask where and as what. Oh, what would Afkar drink?"

" The usual drink in Alya's message only"

" Well, you miss, hahaha. Just a minute"

Bowo called one waiter and ordered one of Alya's favorite drinks. Espresso coffee.

" Have you been separated from Afkar?"

Afkar nodded

" Alya is a good girl, although a little crazy, she cares a lot for her friends, she is also obedient with parents"

" Yes"

" Have you seen Alya for a long time?"

" It's been a year"

" Alya has changed a lot, his clothes are not as they used to be, his speech is also more polite, there is no more silly attitude, more quiet even though not quiet, hehehe"

" Surely she's sweeter huh, hehe"

Bowo looked at Afkar, he must have missed Alya so much.

" Would you see him singing last week? I can play it on cctv tape"

Afkar smiled and nodded

" Is? I want to see it"

"I'll take the laptop"

Bowo walked into one room and returned with his laptop.

Afkar could not hide his nervousness, his hands trembling. I'll see Alya on this screen?.

A recording emerged, a sweet girl with a petite body, wearing a light brown velvet dress decorated with ribbons on the two sides of the arms that are only limited to the elbows, wearing high heels in dark brown and sitting on a stage chair by strumming his guitar. Afkar did not care how he dressed, he just wanted to see if Alya still wore his necklace. Yes, she still wore it, the necklace was still gracefully around her neck. Alya, I don't believe this.

Alya sat in one chair at the center of the stage, strummed the guitar and began to sing.

intro] C F 

        C Em F G's

C G

I'm the one who ever

Am Em

thou wilt strengthen

         F

I'm the one who ever

    Em

you're uplifting

         Dm

I'm the one who ever

    G

you give a taste

C G 

when I wake up 

Am Em

until I fall asleep later

       F Em

that long I will 

    Dm G

always remember you

[b]

  C Am

when will I write for you

    Dm G

my old beautiful writing

Em Am

ever colored the world

   Dm G

my best poem is just for you

    C Am

maybe you're back again

    Dm G

accompanied me to write again

Em Am

we wade together

   Dm F G's

my best poem is just for you

[int] C Am Dm 

      Em Am Dm G

      Dm Em F D B