Astrophiles
Episode 3
The rain that had fallen since noon was indeed quite heavy, indeed,
some public transport drivers choose to go home early. Already
nearly fifteen minutes Kanaya stands at the front stop of her school, however
the transport he was waiting for was not yet seen. It's almost five in the afternoon, though,
the sky is getting darker.
The woman took her cellphone out of the bag to
send a message to his mother. He wanted to tell me that today he was going home
a little late, but it turns out that the phone in his grasp was running out
batteries. Kanaya begins to worry if her parents are waiting for her return with
worry, especially mom.
Mother is the most worried human being when members
his family went home more than usual, especially without giving news. Since
little Kanaya always scolded mom if she came home late from school because it was direct
play. So, if Kanaya wants to play with her friend, she has to go home to
the house used to change clothes and say goodbye to the mother.
The habit carried on until he was a teenager.
When Kanaya entered High School, she always sent messages to her
if you come home late because you stop by the bookstore or do chores
cohorts.
Finally, the red number 9 since then
waiting for Kanaya to appear as well. Kanaya waved her hand to dismiss
that shuttle. When Kanaya came in, it only contained 3 people. Two
middle-aged woman and one boy in Junior High School uniform. Haired maid
the length that was left unraveled it chose to sit on the right side slightly
backwards.
When the transportation he was riding was about to go, without
kanaya's eyes stare at a biker wearing a jacket
black with gray pants overtaking his transport. If you don't see it wrong, then,
the man was Abhimanyu who had borrowed an umbrella.
He came home without a raincoat?
~0o0~
“Good morning, Kanaya.” greet Edo who has been since
waiting for Kanaya's presence.
“August, Do! What tasks do you want today?” The kanaya
already memorized by Edo's behavior immediately opened his bag and took out some
task book. “Nih can be selected, want math, Indonesian, or PKN?”
“Hahaha.. know the hell you are, Nay. I borrowed a book
mathematics only, yes, if you want to nyontek Indonesian have you later
must have been caught immediately by Ms. Nisa.”
“Hm, so if you want to cheat it's a little cool, Do!
Don't everything get plagiarized!” Kanaya held out her maths assignment book
edo received it with sumringah.
“Iya, Nay, tomorrow-tomorrow no wes. That was the first and last time I had a guy.
Hahahaha.” Edo said as he rushed towards his stool.
Among the subjects
in addition, Indonesian became the subject he liked the most. Exactly,
the girl of Javanese-Sundanese descent loved literature since childhood. While in elementary school, he read books more often
pictorial stories in the library rather than playing in the yard while resting. Moments
Junior High, he was one of the first three most ranked students
I borrow a lot of books in the library.
Well, when he entered High School, from his hobby of reading it he began
a little bit of imagination into writing. Last year, yesteryear,
Kanaya was selected as a participant of the short story competition representing the Regency
Bantul to advance to the provincial level of DIY. Even though they can't win the championship
first, but Kanaya managed to get the third champion.
Once upon a time Bu Nisa-guru of Indonesian Language
teaching in his class-delivering tasks to create short stories. As such
usually, Edo who often cheated Kanaya's work without thinking long
plagiarizing the short story Kanaya made. Finally, Edo was scolded all out by
Miss Nisa for her actions is considered plagiarism. Since then, Edo has never
again ask for Indonesian cheat sheet to Kanaya.
If only in school there are Indonesian classes, then,
maybe Kanaya would prefer to take that major. But unfortunately, though,
the school only opened two majors, namely IPA and IPS classes. And at this time
Kanaya is in the XI class of IPA 2.
“Sya, you know Abhimanyu, right?” ask Kanaya
Hasya who was justifying his bangs.
Hasya turned her head, “Abimanyu the IPS boy is not it?”
Kanaya nodded, “Iya, he said one generation equals us.”
“Know, he's Dhimas. One class, one barrel
also,” Hasya said as he returned to repair his bangs.
Dhimas is Hasya's girlfriend since they both sat in
SMP bench.
“Well, what a coincidence, can not nitip?”
“Nitip what?”
“Payung.” Kanaya pulled out a folding umbrella from inside
her briefcase.
Hasya linked her two sides out of confusion.
“So yesterday I forgot to bring an umbrella. Ndelealah
rain, to? I want to go home but wait until
raine is a little. But it's afternoon
still wae deres. And finally I
pinned the same umbrella as the Abhimanyu,” explained Kanaya.
“Sek, Nay. You guys
how can I do it anyway?”
“Yo me too
don't know, Shay. He suddenly appeared
wae and minjemin this umbrella because I want to rain. He said it's no good nik uniformgu wet, right
the color is white, later ndak nerawang.”
yeah, just give it back yourself, Nay. While saying thank you, to!”
“Duh, I'm ashamed, about that I never played in class
other, Sya.”
“Halah, later
no anter wes. All of you didn't meet
Dhimas.”
“Well, even your mode is!”
“Lha earlier
he said shy to other classes, basan want to not be temenin even spelled out mode. Pie to cah iki?” Hasya grumbling.
“Yes wes, later
break my anterin to his class Abhimanyu, yes!”
“Hmm.”
Not long after, the entrance bell rang.
~0o0~
“Ran, see Dhimas not?” hasya asked Rani from the threshold
door class XI IPS 3. Kanaya tried to look behind Hasya's back.
Feeling asked, Rani who was removing the blackboard
look over.
“New to the canteen, Yes,” he replied.
“Sama Abhimanyu too?” ask Hasya again.
“Iya, ordinary.”
Dhimas and Abhimanyu are famous as two twin lovebirds
his class. Where Dhimas went, there was usually Abhimanyu who followed. Similarly
the contrary. After all, the stature of Dhimas and Abhimanyu was also almost similar.
“We follow to the canteen how, Nay?”
“But later in the canteen of many people, Sya!”
“Yes not papa to?
Stay we deketin, keep you back in his umbrella, already, right?”
“I mean that later we will be hard to hear, because it is in
kantik must be a really big race!”
“Quietly, I memorized the shape of his back Dhimas, really!
Let's find Dhimas first. Because where da Dhimas, there must be Abi as well.”
Finally Kanaya nodded and followed Hasya's steps
towards canteen.
Sure enough, just as Kanaya had imagined. At rest
like this every tavern or bench will be full of students
who fought over the clothes. Both of his eyes tried to look around looking for his back
Dhimas, as Hasya had said.
“Dhimas!” exclaimed Hasya as she managed to find her back
what sought. However, the man he called did not turn his head. Maybe because
it was too crowded, so the man did not hear Hasya's voice.
“We samperin aja!” Hasya held Kanaya's hand
towards where Dhimas stands.
“Again what to eat, anyway?” ask Hasya while she is attacking
drinks in the hands of Dhimas.
“Ealah no Cah
Ayu, to?” Dhimas was aware
presence of his beloved woman. “What's up, Nduk?”
“Then where, Mas?”
“Loh, nyariin Abi, to?
Don't think come after me.”
“Not me, but him!” Hasya pointed at Kanaya who was standing up
beside him.
“Oh, hello, Nay, what's wrong with Abi?”
“Oh, this, um, want to go back to the umbrella, Dhim. Yesterday I was
pinjem you forgot not to bring an umbrella.”
Dhimas knitted his two eyebrows. The response of the men was the same
like Kanaya's response this morning. “So I was with Abi together here, but boy nemeb wae talking to the toilet, ki. How, want to be followed to the toilet what pie?”
“Yang bener wae you,
Mas!’ Hasya pinched Dhimas' arm.
“Duh, Sakita, Nduk!”
his moans. “Lha pie? What to wait for
while you guys buy snacks?”
Kanaya seemed to think for a moment. “I'll drop you, yeah! Later
please bilangke to Abi, thanks
much, gitu.”
“Well, don't want to talk directly, Nay?” ask Hasya.
“No papa, yes! Niti to you, Dhim. After this there is
biology is about it, I want to continue studying first. You know, right, Mr. Rusdi
if you make about ki pie?” Kanaya
making arguments.
“Benev too, anyway. I haven't studied either, weh!”
“Yo wes, I
put this on, Dhim. Till thank you for Abi.”
“Oh yes, later do not love Abi.” Dhimas received a folding umbrella
it's blue.
“Ya already, Mas. Not back to class first, yes!” pamit Hasiah.
“Loh, don't want any snacks,
ta?”
“Ngak ah, save. It's wae
no bring, yes!” said Hasya while raising the drinking glass of Dhimas earlier
retrieved.
“Thank you yes, Dhim. We go back to class first!” Kanaya
pulled Hasya's arm back to class.
“Successful make a repeat, Nduk!” Dhimas waved a hand that was met with a smile by Hasya.
Kanaya and Hasya run small towards her class. Without them
realize, there was a pair of eyes watching them from afar earlier.
~0o0~
