Between Me Memories And Time

Between Me Memories And Time
The Arrival of Unpolite Guests



Aruni was still thinking about Andra's words yesterday afternoon, muttering to himself


"Hhh why the hell it feels so bad,.this person wants what the hell, know aja ga, uh ngajak dating."


Many boisterous voices of friends who were waiting in line to take a shower were heard clearly from Aruni's room.


"Let's take a shower first"


"I used to" replied Ida son Wonosobo whose room is next to Aruni.


Aruni was still lazy to move, the blue wall of his room made comfortable, reluctant to go out.


Sitting quietly in his study chair, words were written on a piece of paper


"Be your self n keep smile"


In Aruni's heart still imagined the figure of Rashid who can not be forgotten.


"Why do I still think about the Bandung boy, he just did not think of me, ask the news aja ga, Rashid..Rashid.."


"Let's go it's noon." Iza said while banging on the door of Aruni's room


"Yes, I'll follow you later". Said Aruni slightly shouting.


***


The afternoon was quite cold, strong wind gusts entered the hallway of Aruni's rented house. The living room that afternoon was crowded with friends who were working on errands


"It's gonna rain, it's so dark." Arsa started the conversation.


"Perhaps, too, the wind is in" Iva connected.


"Your aunt whose medical son is here?", has she not been seen for a month


"Maybe.., kemaren sempet says two weeks tomorrow move practice in yogya".


"Cie.cie..Duwh critanya two mingu tomorrow you will be waiting for ya..?" Iza meredek


"Your son Za.surely here there is no work".


Tok tok tok the sound of the door rang out.., Iza immediately opened the door.


"Runi.., there is a guest.", Iza shouted.


All the residents of the house rushed to their rooms. Except for Aruni, he walked open the door, saw the figure of Andra tote a rather large black bag


"You, why didn't you tell me you wanted to come"


"Can I come in?" Andra took off her black shoes and entered the living room. Sit for a while,


"Please", Aruni escorted Andra to the back.


Finished driving Andra, Aruni entered his room which was right next to the bathroom.


Suddenly Andra entered Aruni's room quickly, holding Aruni's hand. At the push of Aruni's body to stick to the wall. Andra wants to do something inappropriate for Aruni.


At that instant Aruni's hand tried to wriggle, his foot swiftly kicking Andra's stomach. And it sounded pretty loud ..plak...


Aruni slapped Andra's cheek hard.


The sound was loud enough but none of the residents of the house found out what the sound was.


Aruni rushed out of the room, still confused by the incident earlier, his mind could not yet digest what Andra wanted to do.


Andra with an innocent face came out, and went home.


Aruni entered the room, her tears dripping down her cheeks without a sound, she said,


"Oh Allah.., what does this mean? If dating is like that, I'd rather not have a boyfriend like this".


Since then Aruni's face looked gloomy, his face was not as cheerful as before.


During Andra's stay in Yogya, Andra tries to contact Aruni's cell phone, but Aruni refuses to read and picks up his phone. Several times Andra came but Aruni refused to talk.


"I went home to Purwakarta" Andra said via a short message on her mobile phone. Aruni did not answer the message


A week later Aruni ventured to send a message to Andra :


"I'm sorry we seem to have just met, if dating like that I'd rather not have a girlfriend"


Andra answered:


" It's up to you"


Aruni was relieved to get his heart out, none of the residents of the house knew about Andra's behavior.


***


On Sunday, Aruni returned to his mother's house


"Mom, I'm not dating Andra anymore"


"Lhah why. You can not mutusin unilaterally that you know Runi, later can be karmic." mother asked with a look of curious face


Runi just kept quiet, did not answer the questions of the mother, wanted a story but did not know how to tell the mother.


" Mom is so fascinated with Andra will definitely not believe my story", whispered Aruni in heart