Be aground

Last-day

Last night I was waiting for a message from Runa. Unsettled feeling, making my eyes only able to close a few moments before Azan dawn. Drowsiness made it hard for me to open my eyes when the sound of the azan roared, but I forced myself out of the comfort of the blanket to perform dawn prayers.

Monday is approaching again. Usually Runa who always gives me the spirit to start a Monday that feels boring. But it seems like today I have to fight myself to get rid of the boredom and laziness that always attacks every Monday comes. I don't think going to college is so excited.

Gathering the intent that was still being dispersed, I finally finished preparing myself to leave for the campus. This morning there is a lecture schedule at half-eight, with lecturers killer anyway. Not wanting my grades to plummet this semester, I tried to motivate myself to start the day.

Extinguishing sleepiness while motivating yourself is not an easy matter. Runa once said, "Do not make others as a source of motivation. If that person doesn't exist, you'll have a hard time."

The girl was right, all this time I had always depended on her to motivate myself. Now that what he said first, I realized the truth. Just last night he didn't return my message, this morning I felt like I was losing half my spirit.

With her mind still filled with Runa's shadow, I stepped down for breakfast. As usual if you are at home, you are busy in the kitchen from the morning to prepare breakfast. This morning the half-century-old woman seemed to have been dressed neatly behind the apron she was wearing.

"Morning, Jun," she said as she watched me emerge from the stairs. Her warm smile greeted me.

"Morning, Mam. What's mom cooking? It smells good." I sniffed the savory aroma of eggs mixed with sweet butter and spices that filled the kitchen air.

"Just cook scrambled eggs with tuna sandwiches. This morning Mama had a meeting with a client, so can't make a complicated." Mama put a plate of scrambled eggs with a sandwich, triangular in shape containing vegetables and pieces of tuna, on the dinner table. "What coffee do you want milk, Jun?" tawang.

"Let me make coffee, Mam."

"If you want coffee, you've prepared it, no." Mama thrust a pot of coffee maker that had filled hot coffee in front of me. The smell of the caffeine-laden hot drink was so soothing, it woke up my nerves that were still reluctant to wake up.

"Thank you, Mom," I said, pouring coffee from the teapot into the cup that my mom had prepared.

"Night you can't sleep anymore?" Mom's face looks worried. "What else do you think?" Mama pulled the chair beside me, her hands ruffled my hair slowly.

"Just a college assignment, Mam," I said after swallowing a quick slice of the sandwich in my mouth.

"When are you scheduled for therapy again?" Mom's voice sounded serious.

"Front month, Mum."

"When did you forget your last therapy schedule, huh?" Mom seemed to be trying to remember.

"Two months ago. Doctor Albert said my anxiety level had been reduced. So my therapy schedule was changed to once every two months" I explained.

I used to have therapy sessions twice a week. I was lucky to meet Runa. Little by little, the anxiety that is always disturbing can be overcome because he always calms me when panic attacks begin to attack. My psychiatrist told me I could recover quickly because I had someone with me through hard times.

Runa is indeed a gift that God sent in my dark times. I can't imagine if he's no longer by my side.

"Your anti-depressant still exists? Still drunk regularly?" Mom's question jerked me.

"Still Mam, don't worry. On the other hand, I rarely have panic attacks now" I said casually, trying to dispel my mother's worries.

I already have Runa, my strongest antidepressant now, my kekeh in my heart.

"Remain, the medicine your doctor gives you should be taken regularly."

"Yes do not need to Mam, will be drunk if there are panic symptoms. If you don't, you don't need to," I explained.

"What is your relationship with Runa?" Mama shifted the subject, a knotty smile adorning her lips.

"All right. He's getting busy. The cake order has also started rame."

"Oh-yeah? He has plans to open a store, right? Mama wants to participate in snacking," said mama with a face full of interest. His business spirit seemed to be getting hooked.

"She said, anyway, it's still convenient with her online store. Because if you open a physical store, there are too many operational costs."

"But there are still many people who do not believe too much in online stores, you know, Jun."

"Yes, anyway. Just his name's a prospective accountant, all calculated the same as him, ha-ha." I chuckled at how Runa used to describe his business plan balance sheet.

That girl was indeed not the type to do something half-and-half. Although at this time his cake business is still lived on the sidelines of the busy college, it does not mean he works half-heartedly. All he did earnestly.

"Surely he had started thinking about it huh?" Mama seems interested in Runa's small business.

"Wow! Great for your girlfriend, too, yeah. I've thought about it to that detail. My dream ghost candidate is really Mama," my mama's teased me.

"Ha-ha, Mama doain aja," I blushed.

"Sure, Mama always prays for you, Jun. You're Mama's only son." Mom's face changed. "Eh, Mama has to hurry. The client today is Japanese, can fail the tender Mama if it gets a second late," said Mama when looking at the clock on her wrist.

"Be careful on the street, Mam," I said as my mother waved away.

Not wanting to be late to campus, I hurried to finish my breakfast. Sipping away the coffee that started to cool.

***

"Wei, tumben came alone? Where's bini, Lo?" canda Riko saw me get out of the car by myself.

"Have her off," I said indifferently.

"Tumben him Monday gini off? Why again?" inquiringly.

"Ah, really Lo, like a mother-mom who likes to worship at the greengrocer," rutukku.

"Eh I'm serious about it. I can't believe Runa wants to skip Monday."

From his face looks Riko was seriously asking Runa. It turns out that Riko noticed too, that Runa is typical of children who do not hate Mondays.

"His lecturer is teaching today again in court, so he's off."

"Oi ...." Riko mangosteen heard my answer. "Eh, Juni. Leon asked for a number, Lo. I'm not giving you?" continued.

"Make what?" I looked at Riko in wonder.

"Say, anyway, want to enter Lo into the High School alumni group."

"Well, he didn't graduate at my High School first, why would he even want to enter me into the alumni group?" I was surprised by the reason given.

"Byeah! Where do I know. He said it was. What do not-don't mode make dapetin number Lo aja," ledek Riko.

"If this is true, don't give me my phone number. Males I cheated."

"Ciee .. who is loyal to the girls," she sneered.

"It was me, Elo," my murmur landed a light blow on the glasses guy's arm.

"Too straight don't like to know, don't. Sometimes look for interludes for variety." He's thawing.

"Gue is not the type of bosenan, so don't be the same as Lo, be it," I snorted.

Riko just laughed at my expression. I could never get close to a girl friend other than Runa. Never mind with girls, with boy friends I can not get close easily. Unless those who are strong face my attitude which for some people is considered not fun.

I entered the class just before Mr. Suryana my killer lecturer set foot in front of the class. If it was a split second late, I might have been told to close the door from the outside, aka not allowed to enter.

Following the lecture on Monday does require considerable energy to concentrate. Moreover, the mind is not calm because it has not received news from Runa makes the feeling of unease is more multiplied.

Where is the girl, my message from the morning is still unread. Between longing and worrying. Even when I called not picked up. Back and forth I checked my phone, but there was still no message from him.

Completed the lecture today, just at the time of the Ashar prayer entered. Once again, I checked my phone to see if Runa had replied to my message. Covetous granddaughter also arrived, the message I was waiting for from last night was finally answered.

16.00: [Gue is already on the train, just leaving. Wait for me yes, Jun ... Miss you too]

At high speed, I replied to a message from my girl, [I'll definitely wait.]

My spirit is like it's just been replenished. Feelings of misgivings from morning faithfully accompany finally move away. I can't wait to meet up soon. Listening to her voice told me excitedly.