Bony The Scooter
Ch.15 – Sky Takes Your Travel
"Among billions of people, surely God has a reason why you and I were brought together." -- Paper Boat
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It was almost midnight when I landed safely in front of the dhewi house. On the way home from the hospital we were silent, not a word coming out of our lips.
Because indeed we have been unable to speak again after experiencing heavy things all day. The journey home was too long for us to go through.
After getting an explanation from the doctor about the cause of death wulan which turned out he had blood clots because the cancer was already severe, and caused a heart attack.
Mr. Marjono asked us to go home immediately, other than because the time was already night and we still had to travel far away, also because mr. Marjono wants us not to feel too sad with the departure of the wulan.
It was too hard for me to believe that Wulan was gone, still vividly remembered in my brain all about her wulan, her voice, her sweet smile, the way she was spoiled, her warm body, her sweet smile, even the smell of his breath was still clearly remembered.
Do not feel these tears again dripping remembering Wulan “you have to take responsibility.”
“AAARGH..!!! IT'S A HEAVY RESPONSIBILITY FOR ME...!!!”
I shouted as hard as I could to let go of this grief, I still felt unable to let go of Wulan's departure.
On my way back from the dhewi house, I drove Bony at high speed, as if I did not love my life anymore. I fucked up more than the one who was mabok.
As if knowing what had happened, just from seeing me messed up with eyes still running water, my mother just told me to wash my face and get some rest.
I just kept quiet and obeyed my mother's orders. After that I lay down on the bed, and opened all my photos with the wulan on my HP.
Tonight was very quiet, and I slept with all my memories with Wulan.
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“Basic guys not sensitive.”
“You must be responsible”
“I bless you.. You must be happy with mbak wie..”.
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“Wul..”.
“Wul.. don't go.. please..”.
“Wulaaaaan.....!!!”
I screamed loudly in my sleep because I saw a smiling wulan and left me.
I want to get a wulan but I can't.
The mother who heard me shout, immediately came to my room, she asked me to tell her a story, but I still could not tell her.
[03.30am]
I only slept for a few hours, and now I can't close my eyes anymore. I decided to
sitting in my living room.
“Nih, black coffee, if there is a problem you can tell kok.”
My mother brought me coffee and asked me to go back and tell a story, and I thought, I couldn't bear to hold this feeling any further.
“Still thanks...”
my words began to drink coffee made by my mother, and steadied my heart to tell her everything.
“Maak..”.
“Wulan...” sayku lirih.
“Iya, why Wulan?”
My mother began to worry about my story..
I took a breath and continued my story
“Sorry all wrong wulan yes maak, help Akbar to sincerely leave Wulan.”
Unaware my tears were back.
“Bar.. You mean Wulan.. already.?”
Mom wanted to continue her question but was held back from seeing me shed tears
“Iya.. Wulan has calmed down. she will not be sick again.”
Mom was silent, probably feeling sorry for forcing me to tell her in my current state. He hugged me softly.
“You're patient, son.. Wulan's a good boy.. God must love Wulan more. That is why Wulan was called
first.”
This morning it rained hard, as if crying for the departure of the wulan, I could only look at the rain this morning and again drink the coffee that I had made.
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This afternoon I was planning to take his last departure, when I opened the door of my house, saw the figure of a woman who was wearing all black clothes who was sitting on the porch chair of my house.
“Dhevi?? How not to enter?”
“Yes, I'm here. Not what – what kok”
“Huss.. can't do that, go in first yuk, that abis come with me to Wulan place.”
After Dhewi berbasa – stale with mother, we finally say goodbye to take Wulan's departure to his last pusara.
Dhewi told me that if he really only wanted to return my jacket and helmet, and then planned to take the bus to Wulan's place, he didn't think that I would be there today either.
For some reason, today Dhewi looks a little different, he always invites me to talk. During this journey alone we have exchanged jokes, maybe Dhewi meant to comfort me because of the departure of Wulan, I also have the same mind, he said, because surely Dhewi could not easily accept the departure of his close friend.
Upon arrival at Wulan's house it turned out that Wulan's funeral procession and her grandmother was finished, we were escorted by sir
Marjono headed for Wulan's final resting place.
Next to Wulan's grave suddenly Mr. Marjono hugged me and stroked – elus of my back
“Bar, who is patient yaa. ikhlasin Wulan go, let him calm down, sorryin also all his fault.”
“You have considered your own child, even though Wulan has left, but the door of the house is always open to
you bar..”
“And from now on if you want, you can call me father, please do not hesitate –chant. Yes bar”
“Wign om..”
Uh sir.”
I have not been used to call Marjono om with the name sir, because it has been a long time since it feels like me
I have a character that I consider to be a father.
“Father is also patient. and also all families may be given fortitude and strength.”.
“Owh yes sir, granny wulan's grave where?” I have not had time to know grandma wulan, but indeed without her then there will be no wulan that I love, so I have planned
visit the grave of Grandma Wulan.
“This is his tomb.” Mr. Marjono pointed to the tomb next door, which turned out to be the tomb of Wulan and his grandmother
side by side.
“Sorry yes bar, I have to go home first, there are still many guests at home, if you are finished here, you stop by home first.”
“There are many sir, but it looks like I will go straight home after finishing from here.”
Mr. Marjono just smiled in agreement with my decision, because he realized I came here not alone, but with Dhewi.
I sat next to Dhewi who had just been silent and looked at millik Wulan's tombstone.
“Wie, please.”
I gave her a plastic bag full of flowers and allowed the dhewi to first sprinkle the flowers on the wulan tomb.
“Still bar.”
Dhewi smiled and grabbed the flower in my hand.
After we sprinkled flowers on the wulan tomb and the grave of her grandmother, we began to say’a to deliver them to survive the journey of their second life in the eternal realm.
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“Today you skipped school huh wie?”
“No, I'm a permit, I said the Guardian class would like to visit Wulan.” house
“Means your homeroom teacher already know that wulan does not exist?”
“Iya, already know, but because Wulan is buried outside the city, so it's just a class representative who later wants to come here, I've also told you Wulan's home address here kok.”
“Continue abis from here, you want me anter where wie?”
“Think later aja bar, we go back to your house first..”
“Ok deh.”
Dhewi and I boarded Bony and headed for my house, because the sky was already overcast.
When in the middle of the journey arrived – arrived raining heavily, I offered Dhewi to take shelter, but he said just continue, the gig is almost up to my house.
As a result, we both who have been soaked shiver beautifully on top of Bony who is speeding up.
I felt a hint of warmth enveloping my back, amidst this coldness.
“Bar..” said Dhewi
I know what the word dhevi means, I just answer
“Please.”
Without waiting for a long time, Dhewi had already hugged me tightly from the back seat of the bony.
I did not feel awkward when the dhewi hugged me from behind, it was different when compared to when the wulan hugged me.
Perhaps because the size of the dhewi is far compared to the wulan, so I hardly
I felt something stuck to my back.
We arrived at the house with a state that hardly resembled humans anymore, rather we resembled water demons or mud demons, because our faces and clothes were soaked and covered by mud splashes coming from cars and trucks along the way.
Mother welcomed our return with a worried face but held back laughter from seeing our non-human circumstances.
Soon she got a towel for us, and told Dhewi to take a bath first, while I was told to wait for Dhewi to finish, because our bathroom had only one, it was impossible for my mother to take a shower together...
Dhewi initially refused to bathe in my house, but who could dispute my mother's request? There's nothing, right?
When Dhewi took a bath, she picked up some clothes in her closet and my mother that she might wear to Dhewi later.
And I just waited on the porch and washed Bony so it wouldn't rust because it just rained.
“Baaar.. Dhewi is already old, you take a bath there, put in the wind.!!”
Mom shouted loudly from the kitchen. When I walked into the bathroom, I didn't
seeing Dhewi anywhere, maybe Dhewi is changing clothes in my room?
Suddenly my nosiness appeared, I changed my direction towards my room. But [zooonk] when I opened my room, there was no one at all, and that meant the goddess changed clothes in my mother's room.
“Baar.. buruan bathiii..” mother back screaming.
“Iya maak..rentar.”
With a step full of disappointment I also went into the bathroom.
While in the bathroom there was still the aroma of soap and shampoo that had just been used, suddenly reappeared amazing thoughts in my brain, but I immediately brushed it off and finished my bath because this stomach was starting to feel hungry and could not bear it.
After I changed clothes, I chose to sit in the living room intending to chat with the dhewi and wait for the rain to subside.
“This bar.. coffee drunk.”
Suddenly an adorable voice appeared that was now standing beside me with two cups of coffee on the tray he was carrying.
I fell silent and looked at the form of a creature that brought me coffee, I almost laughed to see Dhewi wearing my shirt, but it was not strange that I saw him, even the current dhewi looks very adorable.
Dhewi wears a black veil and a similar long skirt from her mother, but she wears white sleeves
mine length.
While all the wet clothes we are both now rotating with in the washing machine favorite mother.
Now we both enjoy coffee and chat get acquainted more closely and reminisce about the past. With the splashing sound of rain that until now has not subsided, even increased rapidly.
“Add deres aja hujanan.”
I said while sipping coffee
“Iya. from this morning it was raining. as if all day the sky was crying over the departure of Wulan.”.
Dhewi answered by lowering his head and playing his finger on the coffee cup.
Back silence approached the two of us because of Dhewi's answer just now.
