Be aground

A Decision

"Run, is this up yet another matkul no?" greet Andin, one of my close friends in class.

"Well, why?" ask me while putting some modules into the bag.

"Watch yuk." The beautiful girl mojang priangan was sitting on the chair next to me.

"Lo's not coming home with Arjun anymore, is he?" he asked when he saw me not immediately agreeing to his invitation.

"It's a habit for kids to wait in front anyway. I asked him where he was, "I said take my phone out of my bag. At least today I have a reason to avoid him again.

After dialing Arjun's number, without waiting for long he replied, "has Lo class finished?" ask her at the end of the line.

"Udah, I want to go with Andin first huh. Go back first," I said.

"Oh yes. I happen to have extra classes. Who are you walking the road?" there was a probing tone I caught from Arjun's voice. Somehow there is a little hope that attention is not only limited to the attention of a friend.

"Sama Andin anyway. Why?"

"Ah, not just any. Have fun, yeah."

"Yo. I'm the cab." I turned off the connection and put the flat object back in the bag.

"There is an extra class for her" I explained to Andin, who was busy turning her lips to the small mirror in her hand, fixing her makeup.

"Yes, yuk buru. Instead of ntar get a schedule to watch the kesorean," he invited while storing his makeup equipment, getting up from the chair and embracing my shoulder.

Andin, the only girl friend who still stays close to me is not because she intends to get close to Arjun. On average from High School, the girl friends who like the usual snobs just mean to get close to Arjun, once they know the guy is not as cool as their expectations, but they are, they just left like they never knew me and Arjun.

Yes, Arjun has many fans, but not all know that the guy has Agoraphobia, although it is not as bad as it used to be when he first met him. All they see, Arjun is a perfect, flawless and mysterious figure. They consider Arjun who does not want to be too involved with the event involving many people as a mysterious trait.

"How about Arjun, Run?" Andin's voice jerked me as we left the path of Dipatiukur.

"That's, Ndien?" my question is not to understand.

"Lo's starting to like Arjun, right?" kekeh Andin with a wide grin. The contact made my face warm.

"Tu ... Kaaan ... The beungeut maneh beureum.[1]" The beautiful white girl beside me chuckled with excitement.

"Ih, ngaco deh," I tried to relieve the cheeks that are getting hotter.

"Udah don't need to cover up again, I already know. Lo's behavior a week ago tea already looks like signs of upset because bogoh ka batur. [2]" This time his laughter grew.

"Ih, lest napa ..." rutukmu sing lips. There was a bit of embarrassment, when the feeling I had been trying to keep close together turned out to be known to others. Yes ... Even though he is a friend, he is still ashamed.

"From when?" shoot him without taking his focus off the streets.

"Gue was also confused anyway," said I slowly turned my eyes toward the intersection of Merdeka road that looked quiet that afternoon. Sunlight is quite hot, maybe that is the reason the streets look not as crowded as usual.

"You know the person, orah," Andin suggested with his lying Sundanese accent.

"Ih, shame dong, Ndin!"

"Rather than in the arms of others. You guys are already this deck."

"Well that's it, I don't want to, even ntar so different, Ndin."

"Ho-oh well, most of the legitimate jobs are made, the struggle ends even become rich strangers."

Like trapped in each other's minds, Andin no longer gives comments. His boisterous laughter teased me as if it was just yawning with the hot air outside the car. Andin slowed down the speed of the car when entering Merdeka street, moving slowly towards the parking lot of Bandung Indah Plaza. Instantly dark ambushed, when the car had entered the parking area.

The smell of bread that had just come out of the oven was coming out when we entered the plaza area. I always loved this smell. Some say this aroma does not really come from the bread that just came out of the oven, but the store owner uses a perfume that smells freshly baked bread to attract buyers. Either true or not, but I always loved the smell.

While enjoying the aroma of bread and mixed with the aroma of coffee, suddenly my phone vibrated. Mom's photo is on the phone screen.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." Somewhat wonder why mom suddenly called, but not usually mom called me in the afternoon.

"Waalaikum greetings ... Run, this Saturday you can go to Depok?" ask me at the end of the phone.

"God willing, Mom. Runa did not have any activities this Saturday. Why Ma'am? How suddenly?" There is an uncomfortable feeling in the heart. It's not uncommon for my mom to tell me to go back to Depok. Usually the mother who always goes to Bandung.

"Ah, no. I'm rich this week I can't go to Bandung, but I miss you."

There was an unusual tone I caught from mom's voice. But I can't guess.

Two years ago, my mother moved to Jakarta, after five years of struggling to be the backbone of the family since my father died. So I had to live independently in Bandung, living alone in the house that my father had built from the beginning they married first.

At the end of each month, my mother usually goes back to Bandung just to make sure my house is taken care of properly. In Depok, the mother occupies the house of the deceased father, which is also the legacy of the late grandmother. Because the father is an only child, so the grandmother's house was taken care of by the father when he was alive, now the mother who continues to take care of the grandmother's house.

I once asked my mother why not just sell one of the houses or at least contracted so that the mother is not too tired to take care of two different houses back and forth city, because to pay the person who will take care of, the mother's funds do not suffice.

"There's a problem, Run?" ask Andin when I'm done receiving calls from mom.

"No, I just told you to come back to Depok this week. Not usually," I said still with an unsettled feeling.

"Maybe you might be tired again." Andin seemed to be trying to dispel my worries.

"Yes, yes," I said while expelling the sudden disturbing misgivings.

Two hours of enjoying the action movie that aired on the big screen, making me a little forgotten with the feeling that stuck for a few weeks.

"Keep Lo now how about Arjun?" andin asked after we sat in the corner of the food court.

The atmosphere of the food court that is not too crowded makes us free to sit longer without worrying about the gaze of people who wait their turn to get a seat.

The smooth leaflet began to again feel. Lately, just by hearing the name alone is enough to make this heartbeat beat with an irregular tone.

"Yes no way," I said trying to neutralize back the pounding that began to explode.

"Continue ... How about Bram? How rarely have I seen both of you," I asked to divert the conversation.

"Gue has broken up," replied Andin casually sipping on his lemon tea.

There is no sad look like a new girl breaking up like in the movies I see. Only the wide grin typical of the white girl was visible. Not even from the look in his eyes did I meet a speck of sadness there.

"Can't you?" I was surprised, not only because of the breaking news, but also because of the look of his face that looks very relaxed.

"Yes can ... Too crispy. Not fun," he said while annexing the siomay that still remains a lot of my plate.

"Dating is already too much this chat, how will it be married. Ih no. Now I still want to enjoy my life first," he continued after swallowing quickly the food in his mouth.

"But how come you don't feel sad anyway?" I finally expressed my curiosity.

"I'm sad. It means God is making a better soul mate for me." This time his wide grin was accompanied by a ruckus.

"Ekh why I was talking about me anyway. So you want to be afraid of Arjun being hunted by people?" Andin again led to the initial topic.

Why go back to this problem again. My heart started acting up again, unwilling to work properly every time the name was captured by the ears.

"Yes, that means not my soul mate, right?" my answer tried to ease the feeling that somehow seemed twisted when the shadow of Arjun with another girl suddenly just thrust into the mind.

"Ah time ... But Lo ga nintuin's face is so rich," look at the girl in front of me who's getting more annoying. Not annoying in the real sense, of course.

"Haha ... Let it flow, let's see how it goes."

...

In the wake of a troubled heart

A thousand doubts came

Imposing

The miss is attacking

If I had gotten

Read your mind

With the wings of my hope

Want to fly far away

...

The soft voice of the group d'Cinnamon vocalist from the food court speakers, as if to represent what I am feeling right now.

Actually I miss the time when the feeling still feels light when with Arjun. But somehow the heart and time feel conspiring. Creating a taste I never thought would exist.

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Note :

[1] Beungeut maneh beureum \=yungu red (sundanese language is rather rough, it should only be used with a friend who is already familiar).

[2] Bogoh ka batur \= love to temen.