Be aground

The Short Answer

College ends on time. Arjun was already seen standing in the garden of the majors when I came out of the room. Maybe this is just my feeling, but the figure of Arjun standing not far from my classroom makes my eyes unable to catch any other figure besides himself. A tall body with proportional posture, absolutely masterful in my eyes.

Arjun waved when he saw me walk out the classroom door. A smile adorned his lips. From the body gesture that played the bag strap that was slung on his shoulder, Arjun was a little groggy as I returned a smile.

I was also suddenly groggy. Indeed, the face was not a new face for me, but this new sense of presence made what used to be common to me, look somewhat different.

"Adeu, who's been waiting for," Andin's tease nudged my shoulder.

"Udah regular times," my blow.

"Ha-ha, yes. I want to make a move," kekeh Andin. "Yes udin, I go first" he continued, patting my shoulder.

"Okay, I'll see you Tuesday, yeah" I said without taking my eyes off Arjun.

"Udah deh, fix I just contract this mah," kekeh Andin when I see me not as enthusiastic as usual when saying goodbye.

"Ha-ha, you may contract," I looked at Andin's expression.

The male mojang girl passed from before me after her ritual chips before parting ways.

I don't know, actually until when this debaran will continue to feel. Although all the things about Arjun suddenly seem more beautiful than usual, but to me a little disturbing. Maybe because this time I felt this feeling.

I feel a little late falling in love. If my average peers started feeling like the opposite sex at Junior High, on second thought, I started feeling it this time.

From Junior High I was famous as a cold girl. My face can be said to be quite beautiful, as evidenced by the number of men who expressed feelings for me. For some reason, nothing stuck in my heart. What's more, mother including chatty forbid not to date, make me also lazy to accept those who intend to make me his girlfriend.

"You're a diligent school, if you've thought boyfriends, and the school is not really," said the mother when the beginning of my closeness with Arjun.

"Who's dating Ma'am, he's happy. Really deh. There are still a lot of cool guys coming home, why do you even think I'm dating that cute boy," I protested.

"Yes, your taste is like that" my mother cheered.

Ha-ha if you remember, time is able to turn everything that is impossible into possible. No one knows what will happen when it comes to dealing with the heart. There are times when a sudden affection for hate, on the contrary, hate can be changed dear, if the heart has played its role.

"You want to leave right now or later after Friday prayers, Run?" arjun's voice pulled me back to the campus courtyard.

"Eh ... Abis prayed Friday, "I said a little stuttering.

"What do you think, anyway?" inquiringly.

"Thinking kamyu, ha-ha," I tried to slightly remove the groggy taste.

Arjun only replied with a wide grin while scratching his head which I was sure was not itchy.

***

We left the campus after we finished praying. The atmosphere of the campus is starting to look lonely. There are only a few students who are still seen gathered in several corners of the campus. At the end of the week, there are not so many lectures. Usually the campus is crowded on weekends just because there are extra-curricular activities.

"Where are you going to have lunch?" asked Arjun as we left the path of Dipatiukur.

"What a laper loo, Jun? If we find a place to eat around the station, how? I haven't bought a ticket, afraid it's too late."

Actually from yesterday my appetite began to disappear because of worrying about the state of my mother. I want to get to Jakarta quickly to see my mom.

The road was already congested when we entered Juanda Street. This road has lately become more and more congested. Sometimes seeing Bandung which now makes me miss the days of Bandung which is still beautiful. Not so many private vehicles fill the streets. Now, almost the entire streets of Bandung city is crowded by vehicles. In fact, at this time I also became one of the contributors to Bandung street congestion.

I once protested to Arjun, why should take a private car, even though the distance of his house to the campus is not so far away. Arjun reasoned only to seek comfort. Public transportation in this city has not provided comfort for him. Especially during this time, the phobia of crowds still often recur when riding a public vehicle.

After breaking through the traffic jam in Bandung, we finally entered the parking area of Hall station. It took a few minutes to find a parking space that was still empty, until finally the big-body car found a place to stop.

We arrived just as the train from Jakarta had just arrived. Passengers who just got off the train crowded the platform area. I glanced at Arjun, his face was starting to look pias, especially when he was trying to calm down from his panic attack.

"Lo sure mo nemenin I'm taking to the platform?" let me draw his hand, like I've been doing all this time.

"L-yes, it's nothing" he said, wiping the sweat that began to flood his forehead.

"Not make sense if you are not comfortable, get here aja lo nganter."

"Udah. Take it easy, make a practice," the tepis dispels my worries.

Although later Arjun's panic attacks have begun to decrease considerably than the beginning I knew him first, but I am still worried to see his face that always pias when faced with the crowd. So deep was the trauma he felt as a result of the bullying he received first.

As usual, I let Arjun's palm hold my palm tightly, like a child who was afraid of his mother left in the crowd. His palm was still cold, just like it used to be. It's just that now the size is different and a little gives a different sensation.

Approaching the ticket sales counter, the crowd concentration began to unravel. Arjun was already starting to look relaxed. Seeing the departure schedule which was only ten minutes away, Arjun and I rushed to line two, where the Argo Parahyangan train had been waiting for the passengers who had boarded.

Some porters appear to help passengers raise goods in large sizes. Sometimes I have to pull over, when the porters are running hastily with a considerable load on their shoulders.

"Gue left yes" I said to Arjun just before boarding the train.

"We don't eat. You're not gonna be too late?" asked Arjun with a worried face.

"Gue there are provisions, you directly eat only this abis yes. Sorry so make you late to eat," I regret.

"I look like you, mah."

"Yes, I'm in, yeah."

"Yes. Careful, you don't molest."

"He-he, no. I brought a novel on the road. So I'm not going to sleep," I snort.

Arjun knows best my habits that like to sleep in random places when sleepy. But this time I was determined not to sleep on the trip. I haven't used mass transportation for almost eight years. After the Cipularang toll road was inaugurated, my family and I used the car more often when visiting Jakarta. This time I want to be a little nostalgic to enjoy the scenery along the way.

"Let me know that it's already bad," he said when I turned around to leave him.

"ok ... See you," I said a little confused about what else to say.

Shortly after I landed my body in the passenger seat, the whistling sound of the train marker whistle was about to set off, beating the station noise. I waved at Arjun who was still standing on the platform waiting for my train to depart. Arjun pulled out his hand that had been in his jacket pocket earlier, returning my wave.

Slowly the train moved, leaving the deserted Bandung station. Arjun's figure began to drift away. I snorted as the sun burst into the carriage as the train had exited the station area, making my eyes glare.

As soon as the station building had completely moved away, the shadow of mother's face began to fill my mind. I can't wait to see you soon, three months isn't a minute for me not to see you. Shadows and scolding when welcoming me later.