Design: A Buana

Eps 1's

This story does not mean to offend anyone, because this is all just a hallucination of the writer who is again confused by the task of the PKM, RPP, Annual Program, many deh.

If anyone feels offended, you are a sign of a sham. Overthinking terrace.

Names, places, events, destruction, grief, are only made by seasonal writers.

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“One day if you miss Mas, you play guitar and sing this song.”

“Kangen? For what, instead Mas will always be next to Ae?”

Mas Buana smiled, “Mas wants it too, but, the name of life does not know when to part or meet again.”

With a word I asked, “Mas want to go ninggalin Ae?”

When Mas Buana answered, my ears could not hear his words. Kresek, kresseekk.

Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng.

"The Argo Lawu Train, from Tugu Station has arrived at its final destination, Senen Station."

Automatic my eyes immediately opened, my neck hurt, it turned out that from earlier I fell asleep and tendered to the window of the train. It turned out that the moment appeared again in the dream and I remembered how he answered.

“Mas can't possibly leave you.”

But he lied.

"Once again. The Argo Lawu train, from Tugu Station has arrived at its final destination, Senen Station." So said someone from the speakers scattered in every corner of the station.

"Thank you for using the Indonesian Railway service and see you on your next trip.”

I breathed in the air at Senen Station, how happy I was to finally be able to breathe oxygen back here, my birthplace. Yes, despite the many pollution.

No matter what, I still love one of the residents of Jakarta, maybe. If it is a match.

I gave the Student Card to the station attendant, that it was true that I was a legitimate passenger. Strange indeed, earlier in the train there was no machinist to check back Student Card or Family Card and tickets.

I circled my eyes around, huh miss a crowded situation like this. Eh, but how long does it take to check the Student Card?

"Mas, check his Student Card. Don't even check my face!" I slightly reprimanded the officer. However, I'm afraid to be the center of men's vision.

"Eh, sorry, Brother." I saw the officer was a little nervous because he was caught staring at my face long enough, but behind me there were still quite a number of other passengers in line.

"This, Brother. Thank you." Thank you."

"Thank you back, Mum." I answered with a big smile, I was not angry with him, just reprimanded and my feelings today were very, very, very good!

After the Station Officer returned the Student Card in my name, Aeera Barsha. As you read, I am not old enough to have a Resident Identity Card. But strangely, many adult men like the officer who always looked at my face until it gawked, aka what yes, dumb as possible.

Many people say my face is perfect. Ah, it's just a land crocodile alibi. But my peers say, my face is old enough for my age. Yes, they indirectly said my face was wasteful. Just watch!

I came out of the station building, in this open room I was waiting for someone to pick me up. Don't think it's my boyfriend, big mistake. I haven't done well, pathetic.

While waiting for the invitation to come, I decided to snack on whatever was in my bag. I always do not need to eat if on the way, both land, sea, and air. While chewing, I decided to look down because of uncomfortable and not confident when some men look at me continuously.

Whereas everywhere I always wear makeshift clothes and hats, my goal is to slightly cover the face of those who always see me. Even some of their partners not infrequently clucked and glanced sharply at me.

As is the case now, maybe they are a young couple. The man kept looking at me, like he was going inch by inch on my face. Why would I know? I accidentally caught her, and the woman next to her slightly pushed the man's shoulder, not forgetting that her eyes were glancing at me with anger. As if to speak, "beautiful you like that? Basic gatel!"

I decided to get down, no longer want to get the glances and swearing from women whose partners have basket eyes. If I were to become that man, I would have cut off the relationship with the man whose views were disrespectful. I thought, they just saw me like that. How about seeing Caeera? Can nosebleed times, huh?

"Aci!" Like someone calling me, I automatically raised my face and circulated my gaze.

"Mother Humi!" I spontaneously greeted back when I saw my first mother waving in this direction.

I immediately walked towards him as well as he towards me. My smile grew and increased the beauty of my face. People say anyway, if I laugh or smile off so it's more difficult to turn away.

We hug each other, venting longings that have long been stored.

"Ughh, what a miss Humeera!" My words almost shed tears. But this is quite a bit more in my opinion.

"I also miss wearing it, Dek." Ma'am Humeera replied as she stroked my back, slowly her embrace loosened and she kissed my forehead.

"You didn't pick me up?" Ask me to wander behind Humeera.

"Nil," replied Mbak Humeera while stretching her hand, sign Mamah did not come to pick me up.

"It's okay." I said a little weakly, I really miss Mamah.

"You're healthy, aren't you, Ae?" Baba Humeera's pleasantries while helping me carry a bag of tentengan.

"As you can see." I said, do I look bad? The answer to his question he saw earlier.

"Haha. You are, from the beginning can not be invited to talk." Ms. Humeera laughed a little with my old nature unchanged.

We started walking towards the parking lot, actually Humeera's car can go directly into the road that is provided to pick up passengers, but somehow he even parked his car far enough.

"Don't ask me why I didn't pick you up at that place."

"Why?" I asked, I'm not really curious. But yeah, let's just say it's a kangen talk.

"I've been waiting for you for almost two hours, so park it so you can wait in the car." I smiled again when I heard Humeera's reply.

"My mother's care." Praise all the boos from me.

We kept walking while chatting, I accidentally nudged the shoulder of the woman who was talking to - like her partner.

"Im so sorry" I said, holding my hands together in front of my chest.

"Sir, my sister is sorry." Bela Mbak Humeera, but the woman seems to always be upset from the innate orok.

"You know your sister, if you look around. If you're blind, bring a stick!"

Tjackepp. No more pantuns, right?

May my mood not be bad because women are full of this emotionality, while her lover just turns his back on me and Ms. Humeera, like no care.

What kind of man is it, his lover again shy himself instead of being prevented and just silenced. The cardboard guy.

"It doesn't seem like Mbak needs to be too rude like that." Humeera said to the insult uttered by the woman.

It seems that this woman is more mature than my age and quite beautiful. With twilight colored hair and modern clothes she looks an educated woman.

"But he's wrong, not the cave!" The woman pointed at my face with her index finger.

"Udah, don't pass your emotions to others." Finally a baritone voice and a little hoarse came out of the mouth of the girl lover's twilight hair.

"From just now acting cake, don't be ashamed of the mirror like this in a public place." I murmured while looking at the back of the man. Whether he heard it or not, I don't care.

After I muttered like that, the man who was trying to calm the woman's twilight hair stopped from his activities.

"Excuse me." I walked away from them, feeling that there was no point in serving a twilight-haired woman whose emotions were as before maghrib, dark.

When I started walking past the twilight-haired female lover, she looked up at me. But I don't care, my eyes are fixed forward reluctant to see the twilight hair woman or her partner. Maybe the man heard my murmur and felt insinuated, but I really bodoamat ya.

Long enough I walked alone, just heard the call Mbak Humeera. "Aeah! You are just left alone, even though Mbak again belain you earlier." His complaint.

"So what? Old mom followed me." I asked back, it seems that the two lovebirds had managed to turn my feelings into gloom.

"It turns out you know the guy, so make it easy."

"Frankiness troos!" Why can Mbak Humeera talk to nyebelin like that? I am ogah. Both are equally unclear, the one emotion that one does not try to reduce the emotions of his partner at all.

"So the story goes the girl was told to go home," I first finished her words, I knew where the conversation was going and I was not interested at all.

"Enough, Ma'am. I'm not interested in hearing strangers' stories."

Mbak Humeera sighed, "huh, but exclaimed. Who knows how useful it is for you."

"No, I'm not going to Humeera." I said increasing the speed of my road.

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Finally the car driven by Humeera and I hitchhiked into our home area. The house that I have missed for three years, a house with a blend of modern and minimalist types, the core is comfortable. With cream-colored wall paint, the color is soft so as to calm the waiter.

Not until the garage, the car we use suddenly dies the engine. I'm a little confused, not usually Humeera's car gini.

"What is dead?" Humeera was confused, especially me?

"Well, I don't know." My answer is not to get dizzy.

"Tempe you don't know. Go in first, Mama has been waiting for you from earlier."

I did not answer Humeera's words, I immediately rushed to open the car door and ran into the house. I miss Mamah so much, wanting to hug and cuddle.

"Mamah." Call me when you see Mamah sitting in the living room while playing mobile phone.

"Aeeras. Wes press you ndok?" My mother looked happy, she was holding my hands tightly.

"As Mama's seen." I said with a happy smile. Just like Humeera, Mamah asked rhetorical questions.

Mamah immediately hugged me very tightly and warmly, I returned the hug.

"Totally the same bontot son of Mamah." Mama said while stroking my back and hair gently.

Slowly we let go of the hug, "piye tidings of your Mbah, healthy ora?" Well if I ask like this I can answer, because Mamah does not know the answer.

"That's healthy, Mah. Every day I jog, become a healthy joint spirit of jogging. Haha." Answer me, this is true. My grandmother is healthy in the village, I every day invite a light run so that Grandma remains healthy and fit. Grandma is my only life friend while in Jogja, if there is no Grandma I don't know if I can feel at home or not. Stttt, don't say yes, Grandma is really fierce.

Hence Sister Humeera and Sister Caeera chose to school in other areas, they did not want to live with Grandma who was notoriously fierce. But I was grateful that there were friends there, at first I was scared too. But over time I got used to Grandma's super possessive nature.

"You, don't be too heavy to run." I only took Grandma to run around the complex of the house one time in fact, and Grandma was even happy because she could breathe fresh air.

"No, Mah."

I ended up sitting on a couch that hasn't tasted my ass for three years. A little bit I put my back on the couch. Humeera came to sit next to Mamah.

"Tomorrow we go to Aunt Edrea's house can't use a car, Mah."

Aye? Go to Aunt Edrea's house, don't I know?

"Lha lapo, Ma'am?"

"The car ngadat Mah, this is just me want to call the workshop people to be taken." Ma'am Humeera replied, not usually he let his car until it breaks down. Usually he always routinely serves whatever he has.

"Tumben Mbak, usually you are diligent in service, right?" My question came out of my mouth.

"This month I forgot the serve, hehehe. End of the work again piled up." Humeera's mom is already working and she became one of the breadwinners in my family, after Dad left.

I just nodded, "oh yes Mah, do we want to go to Aunt Edrea's house?"

"Yes, he said Auntie kangen with you, you go for a walk, right?"

I was very enthusiastic, before I moved to Jogja I always played to Aunt Edrea's house, our relationship was very close. Aunt Edrea wanted to raise me as her son, because she had no daughters, but Mamah did not allow it. Mom wants her son to grow up with her. Aunt Edrea one-child career woman, yes son of a boy.

"OK ready, Boss!!" I answered with great enthusiasm as my hands moved respectfully.