Design: A Buana

Eps 4's

^^Third day in Jakarta, 00.45 WIB.^^^

Now I'm over thinking. After a few minutes of bathing, I decided to sit on the balcony of the room. There was already a soft warm-feathered carpet and a small table, there was also a pillow for me to support my hands. This kind of atmosphere I haven't felt in a long time. Not to forget beside me there was also a brown guitar leaning against the wall.

If I was missing someone, I would sit here strumming a guitar and singing a song that I felt fit the mood. But, if at the house Mbah, because there is no balcony I choose to sit on the porch of the house made of wood while playing a small guitar relic Mbah Lanang and occasionally sipping tea tubruk.

Here, I miss someone who has long disappeared from my life. But, this feeling does not disappear and even grow like fertilizer. I was hoping that as she got away from me, this feeling also slowly disappeared. But in fact it failed. I'm here attacked by longing embers, though I don't know where they are now. My heart is always for her, is it possible that her heart is just a little for me?

I picked up the brown guitar on the side, slowly plucking my fingers one by one. Unaware my tears started to fall, I automatically brushed it off. Why cry? Let this just be a sweet memory, oh no. Of course bitter if remembered.

With all my heart, I plucked the guitar and my mouth began to sing a song that I thought was suitable for this situation.

I'm approaching the road we're on

We're here every day

I am waiting for you to return

Only memories remain here

But you're gone and I believe you're not coming back

I closed my eyes thinking back to the days with him, even though at that time my age was still said to be very young, but somehow this heart had grasped tightly to his heart. The more I grow up, the more it burns.

Maybe today

Tomorrow or later

Millions of memories are embedded in this heart

Maybe today

Tomorrow or later

No more greeting each other

Even though I still expected you

Honestly, I really hope he comes back. Tell her the reason why she left, leave without saying a word. I wrong? I hurt her feelings? But I don't know where I'm wrong.

Verily my heart

Unable to accept

And forget everything

Maybe today

Tomorrow or later

Even though I still expected you

I'm letting you go

No, I didn't let her go. I still hope he'll come back, not even hope anymore, but I believe that. I'm sure he'll come back and give you a logical reason why he suddenly left, maybe it's just a fantasy because reality won't be as beautiful as the expectations.

Mas Buana's.

The night breeze hit my body, making strands upon strands of my black hair fly irregularly. I put down the guitar, put my knees together and closed my eyes. Should I continue to get caught up in this feeling? Am I not worthy to go in search of a brighter gap. To be honest I was tired of waiting for him, but because of him my heart until now could not accept anyone else. It was as if there was an owner and the key was with him.

For a long time I recalled the happy laugh with Mas Buana, my phone rang. I opened my eyes and immediately wiped away the tears that I failed to bear. Immediately I picked up the cell phone located on the small table. There's a message from an unknown number.

I frowned a little, who? Tumben on holidays like this one gave me a message. Usually this phone will be quiet like a heart.

Not wanting to reply to messages from strangers, I saw this number's profile.

You know who he is?

A little in disbelief, 'cause I think he got my phone number from. I saw the name on his profile.

Whats? Where did he get my number? And why would he send me a message this late?

I squinted my eyes, who knows what misread? His name was also just finished. But, I'm like he didn't read it wrong he did send that message.

I put the phone on a small table, went into the room to grab a drink. While thinking, Mas Raksa got my number from where? After taking a bottle of water, I returned to the balcony. It was very quiet and cold. Some people say it's scary. But I'm comfortable.

I took my phone back, apparently there was a reply from Mas Raksa.

Does he not have a job? Quickly reply to a message from me.

I cringed again, you mean? He knows I'm still on the balcony? Why would he know? As I looked around, it was dark. Stand on the balcony and look down. No. gabe. He's not under me, he's not around me. Then why would he say that?

My hair started to stand up.

Instantly I decided to quickly walk into the room, closing the sliding door to the balcony and pulling the long curtains to cover the clear glass on the door. I'm a little creepy. Is he a psychopath?

I sat on the bed, wanting to reply to the message but rethinking. Is she more psychic than Caeera's mother?

Kling. Return incoming messages from him.

I was at the peak of fear and emotion, what the hell did Mas Raksa want? I decided to return the message.

I hit my forehead a little tight, feeling stupid. Why am I scared because of the message from him.

Ah, you fool Aeera, you deserve to be left behind by Mas Buana. It's a kid, stupid again.

I put the phone to the nightstand, decided to lay down the body and then hugged the bolster. I heard a message back in shortly. I looked at the home screen, it turned out that Mas Raksa sent a voice message. For now I have no interest in listening to him, no idea tomorrow morning. So I decided to put my phone back, and try to sleep.

Good night Mas Buana.

...🐣...

As planned yesterday, today I have to go to Aunt Edrea's house to retrieve the flash held by Mas Raksa. Actually I can't come, because Madam Caeera will also take it. But, Aunt Edrea obliges me to play there again.

I used to love playing at Aunt Edrea's house, now as if lazy to go there. The only reason for being lazy to meet Mas Raksa. The guy I just met yesterday, but pretty cool and pretty close. This morning I asked Mas Damar through an online message, who is Mas Raksa? It turns out that he is the son of his friend Aunt Edrea, can be spelled out from me moving to Jogja Mas Raksa just lived in the house of Aunt Edrea. It's only fitting that I've never seen him before.

I don't want to go to Aunt Edrea's house, because I promised. After bathing and wearing clothes, as usual I took pictures in front of the glass while crouching.

Ma'am Caeera said Mas Damar would pick me up at three in the afternoon. But now it's only three and a half hours and I've been sitting on the porch waiting for my cousin's arrival. He said time is an opportunity. Mbah always taught me time discipline, even if it's a minute late.

Ndok, ojo gelem karo cah lanang seng mbek wae ora kelingan. Wayah kie must nggodak ndekne but ngunu ae dilalek to, piye mbek cake?

That's a quote from Mbah, which roughly means I'm beautiful. Joking, the point is do not want to be with the same man at the same time just do not remember. Though time is always chasing him, but he can forget, how are you?

To get rid of the saturation, I picked up the phone inside the small black bag that I always carry. Thirty minutes is also good for push level games that I now like. The game app started opening and my phone tilted. It was also worth thirty minutes of being able to raise two levels.

The phone back I put in the bag, I saw a black watch that was coiled around my wrist. It has been shown at 15:02 but Mas Damar has not arrived.

Watch out, holiday Lebaran later I am fouin to Mbah to get scolding. Lebaran holidays are the day that I wait the most, my family who are not so big gather at the house of Mbah. We spent time together as if the problems of all burdens and problems had been solved.

Showing three o'clock past six minutes, a large dark brown motor entered the fence of the house that had been opened by Bibi. Earlier I asked Auntie who was tidying up the mini garden to open the fence. I stood next to Mas Damar who was still sitting on the bike and using a full face helmet. I ruffled my waist, wanting to continue Mbah's advice that almost daily penetrated my ears.

My head shook, "Mas, Mas. Three o'clock, what time is it? Know you? Mba says it has to be on time! If in time you forget, how will your woman be."

Mas Damar opened the helmet he was wearing, shocked and embarrassed when I saw Mas Damar the person I was talking about.

But, Mas Raksa.

What's he here for?

"If it's a woman's matter, I won't forget and will be faithful." Hueek! Good thing it does not come out this is really the stomach, crocodiles are chatting. Is it to be trusted?

"Loh-loh. What are you doing here?" I saw the color of the motor he was driving. Aeera was very careless, obviously the color of Mas Damar's bike was red and black instead of dark brown.

This time I was so embarrassed that I threw my face the other way. Afraid my face will turn red.

"I'm here to pick you up." Said Mas Raksa while getting off his motorbike, he combed the back of the slightly long hair with his hands.

"Keep Mas Damar?"

"The room would rather pick up the girl than pick you up, less work."

Then why would he pick me up? You guys don't have a job, I'm getting lazy to go to Aunt Edrea's house. Going to bed rather than picking up trouble like this.

"Gua's not going to Auntie's house, bye." The last words from my mouth, after which I set foot into the house.

But my steps failed, Mas Raksa first grasped my wrist. No-no, it's too romantic. Mas Raksa pulled the edge of the shirt I was wearing, as if he was disgusted to touch me.

"Eh, you promised Auntie. You just delivered your grandmother's message of punctuality to me. Did your grandmother never give you a message about the accuracy of a promise?"

The desire to beat Mas Raksa rose one hundred percent, especially now that I still turn my back to Mas Raksa and he still holds the tip of my shirt. I'm like the shit he's holding.

Mas disgusted by you Aeera, Mas disgusted!—Satron sacrifice.

"How do you mean? The cave always teaches kindness."

"Yes I believe."

"One more, the way you hold the cave clothes is really disgusted, yes." I finally turned back to face him. Automatically, Mas Raksa's hand also came off the end of my shirt.

"Disease? I just kept your word last night. You said you didn't like being held by the opposite sex, did you?"

I'm silent, it's also good Mas Raksa. But I can't just believe it. Usually people who look good at the beginning, will eventually wash away.

Keep watch Aeera, don't be easily instigated by a man's boast.

"Who would you like to hold? Akh, lama. Let's go!" I said a little nervously, my embarrassment multiplied many times today.

I took the initiative to take the helmet on Mas Raksa's motorcycle, and what is this? The helmet is not pink anymore, but black.

"Helm, I see you always wear neutral clothes like black and white. Maybe you'll like it."

I immediately put on the helmet, did not want to add to the GR-ness of Mas Raksa.

"No matter what, this is the first and last time the cave wears this helmet."

Mas Raksa was a little closer to me, he just wanted to take a helmet. I don't have to be afraid, I'll be embarrassed again. But, he said, "are you sure? Remember my request last night? One of them today was done, right?"

I was a little speechless, considering what Mas Raksa's request was? The man got on the bike, I got on the ride too. Surely with great difficulty for being reluctant to hold on to Mas Raksa.

This time was a little different from last night, Mas Raksa did not tell me to hold on to his waist. He immediately pulled the motor gas and pressed the horn as it passed Bibi who was opening the gate.

"Be careful, Neng." Auntie's words until I don't mind, so I want to remember what her request was last night?

Mas Raksa rode the bike a little bit, my position without holding on to him. A little fear hit me, because my feet just hard to touch the footing of this big motor. Honestly, I'm afraid of falling. Ignoring the embarrassment, I slowly held onto Mas Raksa's waist. My goal is for Mas Raksa to be unconscious and not feel my hands on his waist.

But all wrong, when my hand just held the jacket suddenly his left hand touched the surface of my hand. She moved as if telling me to hold on tight, because she put my hand forward. After that his hand held the handlebar of the motor.

I just followed her movements without resisting, what is this? Why didn't I put up the slightest resistance, was it because I was in a state of fear? Right now I choose to hold his waist tightly, because the speed of the bike is getting faster and makes me more afraid.

...🐣...

At four o'clock in the afternoon the Mas Raksa motorbike stopped at the parking lot of one of the malls in the West Jakarta area. I immediately got off the bike and took off the helmet, as did Mas Raksa. The wind here is strong enough to make my hair fly in no direction.

It's getting worse, my hair's getting so limp.

I'm confused why Mas Raksa stopped by the Mall instead of going straight to Aunt Edrea's house, does he want to buy something first?

"When did you come here, Mas?" I asked him while giving him a black helmet.

"Somehow, I don't think Aunt Edrea has yet to come home from work. Than we're alone at home, mengeningan streets first, right?"

Back, I was silent. This time dare to look further at his face, which I think is not very ugly. Face of a man with a woman's dream criteria. Stiff and firm. But a face like her is not my dream. I prefer a face like Mas Buana.

"You don't think I'm straight, that guy is full of twists and turns." His words spread my daydreams, it turns out I increasingly make Mas Raksa the GR-th.

"Ehem. If you look around, you are handsome. Really big girl dream. But unfortunately not the cave type, plus point when you look good and straight. But, lo's boast that seems to be a god-level piety reduces that plus." I wrapped my hands in front of my chest, looking up at the face of Mas Raksa. That short is me.

Mas Raksa folded his left hand in front of his chest to support his right hand. The finger of her right hand held her smooth face, her face lowered to look at me back.

"Is there a chance for me to be your type of man?"

"No. The cave type is chubby and puffy, good to cuddle. If you're hugged hard."

"Ehm. You sure?” I confidently looked into his eyes while nodding my head.

“Type you or a man in your past?" Mas Raksa stared intently at my eyes, can he read my mind? If what I mentioned earlier is the characteristics of Mas Buana.

"Ah is not important. What do you want to do here?" I flicked my right hand in front of my face to end the long conversation that would lead to old wounds.

Mas Raksa stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants, he looked around.

"No, there's no good movie. That would be a waste of money."

"Shops? I'm the one shopping."

"No, the cave is still a student, mediocre money. If you buy it, the cave does not want to have debt."

"Eum. Eat?"

"May too,"

"Let's have a favorite restaurant in this mall." Mas Raksa clasped my right wrist. As he stepped, I held back a little so he didn't walk and turned his body towards me.

"Why?"

I hesitated a bit to say this, while he still clasped my hand.

"Eum. Restaurant huh?" I rack my brain, how do I tell you that my money is mediocre? If the restaurant is favorite he must be expensive and lack of money regional students will be less.

"Yes, why?"

I flicked my finger, "the cave has a nice but cheap way of eating!"

"Come on, Ae. I'll take it, just calm down." Her request.

Oh, he realized also yes what my main reason is. But I don't want to be treated with strangers, don't want to feel like I have debt and have to pay it.

"Mas Raksa should know how regional students eat."

"Where are you?"

"But before, let go of the hand-"

Before I finished speaking, Mas Raksa Langung took off his grasp and scratched the nape of his head.

"Ah sorry. I'm too hungry." He said while holding the stomach that I believe has 6 box breads.

"Don't talk, come on!" Maybe I was too excited, actually I realized that I had clasped Mas Raksa's wrist. But under these circumstances it is natural, not mode either.

I set foot on the side of the highway, where many cart dealers sold snacks. There are siomay bandung, pempek palembang, cilok, fried foods, and various other snacks. I'm confused about what to eat, it seems like a nice chicken lick too.

I again pulled the hand of Mas Raksa who had previously stopped for a moment.

"I won't go from your side for now." I was a little surprised by his words, automatically removing my hand. He's getting geographically, Bund.

For the time being? Mean later? I hate leaving for no reason.

I walked faster, not caring about Mas Raksa being left behind or not. Stopped next to the chicken cob and ordered for both of us.

"Mas, two ya skunks."

"Ready, Neng."

Mas Raksa stopped next to me, "Why did you take off that grip?"

"Lo's getting better, Om." I said while focusing on seeing the movement of the seller.

"Omm? I'm not as old--"

"What's the heat?"

I shook my head when the grubby seller asked.

"If Omnya?" I could only help but laugh hearing Mas Raksa being called Om by Mamang Cilok, I don't know why. Only the sales mamang cilok know.

"I've never married your aunt."

"Not to worry, Mom. Om's mouth I've been sore from birth." My whisper to the lilok seller, but I'm sure it can still be heard by Mas Raksa.

"My ears are still working fine."

Me and the cilok merchant could only hold back the laughter. "Here, Neng."

Mas Raksa immediately handed him ten thousand, then I gave him five thousand.

"You'll save it for a meal in Jogja."

"Son, Mbah is still able to give the cave nutritious food tau!" With a little force I gave five thousand to Mas Raksa and walked back into the mall.

Arriving in the mall, I immediately sat on a wooden bench that was provided by the mall. The bench turned its back on the safety glass towards the lower floor. Raksa sat next to me.

"Well, eat cheap numpang adem in the mall deh. Haha." I said a little laugh while giving a pack of pegs to Mas Raksa. He just smiled as he accepted the lick.

I immediately poked one peek, then put it in my mouth and chewed it. My lyrics Mas Raksa, he didn't touch the cilok. Wow even though it's delicious, can't he eat roadside food huh?

"Why, Mas? Ah, sorry if you can't eat this lick. Later the cave change the money, hehehe." I took the initiative to replace the five thousand money, do not mind the cilok origin in his hand can go into my stomach as well.

"Kon you know you're a little boy." Mas Raksa rattled a bit of my hair, my reflexes instantly deflected his hands.

"Ish what the hell, your hands don't be meper!" Mas Raksa ignored my words, he began to eat the chicken lizard.

We focused on chewing on this delicious lizard, the atmosphere was silent before Mas Raksa started talking about something.

"Ehm. I'm a little confused by your brother."

I'm slowing down the duration of the cilok chew, "Who? Humee or Cae?"

"Rome." Oh Ma'am Caeera, why is he confused?

"All I know, he's a psychology major. But why does he always fill his laptop with novels and other stories?"

The rest of the pegs in my mouth, I swallowed. "Hm, Cae's problem huh? Which the cave knows, his habits changed when a tough test hit him."

"Deedies?"

I nodded, it doesn't seem like the time I'm talking about Ms. Caeera's matter to this stranger. She is afraid that Ms. Caeera also does not want her problems to be known by others, other than family of course.

"Mas Raksa has a crush on Mbak Cae, huh?" Is this a silly question? Because Mas Raksa did not answer with speech or action, he was still focused on chewing the pegs.

"What test should I know?" He even continued the talk about Mbak Caeera.

I chose to sniff my shoulders, it would be rude of me to talk about my own affairs to someone else.

"Just ask yourself, the cave has no right to tell you that."

"Don't be jealous." Ledek.

I grimaced in horror, jealous? Not a single bit of that feeling rested in my heart.

"Aware of om,"

"Why?"

"Na, papa."

"If I had a crush on Caeera, would you protest? Your heart is more precise?"

🐣

After a terrible question came out of Mas Raksa's mouth, I decided to take him to Aunt Edrea's house. I don't know why he suddenly said that. Even if he likes Caeera, I don't have a problem. That's natural, Sister Caeera is beautiful and she's handsome. Very harmonious, right?

Arriving in front of Aunt Edrea's house, Mr. Satpam immediately opened the gate so that we could enter. I immediately went down and took off the helmet and gave it to Mas Raksa who was still sitting on the bike.

"Thank you for the ride." After saying that, I rushed up the stairs to get to the terrace of Aunt Edrea's house.

"Ae, wait!" Said Mas Raksa, actually I don't want to talk to him anymore. But, when my name was called automatically I immediately stopped and looked at the source of the sound.

"You don't take my words seriously, yeah. I'm just kidding." I clenched my forehead, kidding? Words like that are very sensitive. But I don't want to get dizzy.

"All of Mas Raksa's sayings are considered mere jokes." I smiled wryly then continued on my way, opening the door of Aunt Edrea's house.

"It's not like that either, Ae." Mas Raksa followed the rhythm of my footsteps.

"Can't you tell a joke apart from a serious one?"

I stopped the move, so did he. I turned my body towards him.

"Indeed, the cave is still a child. Like you said."

There were footsteps from the second floor, I automatically looked at the source of the sound. It turned out that Aunt Edrea was coming down the stairs leading towards us.

"Ae, just got to you? Aunty's been waiting from twelve." I immediately kissed the back of Aunt Edrea's hand, as did Mas Raksa.

"Well, auntie doesn't work?"

"Auntie came home early to see you."

My eyes were fixed on Mas Raksa who was now pretending to look around. What did he say about Aunt Edrea not coming home from work that was just a joke? Ah Aeera, you are easily fooled. It's ridiculous!

"Let's sit down." Mas Raksa and I followed Aunt Edrea into the living room.

"Great, cave until it can not be different between the same jokes of serious speech." My whisper to Mas Raksa while pointing my right thumb.

Mas Raksa scolded without sin, "sorry."

Aunt Edrea sat on the sofa facing the television, while Mas Raksa and I sat on the sofa facing each other.

"Tante thinks who picked up Aeera Damar loh, you're Sa?"

"Yes, Tan. Rara told me earlier that Damar can't pick up Aeera." Ah, it's appropriate that Mas Raksa would go far to pick me up. Turns out all of Miss Caeera's requests.

"Ae what to drink? Later let Aunt who make, as usual just choose yes on the tablet." Said Aunt Edrea, then she saw the watch worn.

"Ah, Auntie's got a little work to do. You guys here used to be okay?"

We both just nodded, that was Aunt Edrea. He doesn't have much time, he's very productive. After Auntie returned to her study, I picked up the tab that had been lying on the glass table.

Sultry and hot atmosphere, good to drink fresh. I saw a list of juices, mango juice is delicious too. Just wanted to choose mango juice, Mas Raksa already said.

"White water is healthier."

I looked at him who was looking at me too.

"Why are you?"

"I'm just telling you,"

"Thank you, but the cave wants mango juice."

"White water, the mango is gone."

"Bawels."

"Women need to be healthy if they want to have quality children."

I frowned, "so what? Gua's a teenager, so I haven't thought about the kid."

"But I've been, your son, me, us."

I shuddered in horror, not wanting to discuss further I finally relented. White water is okay.

"Ac,"

"Yes the cave knows it's just a joke."

"You can't tell the difference yet, can you?" I pretend to play the phone, but this phone is very quiet, quiet, silent, and kramat.

"I only care about your health, I don't want you to get sick"

I secretly heard Mas Raksa say, he seems to care. But I don't know if this is a serious remark or a joke? Not done talking, Madam Caeera finally came too.

"Hello everybody!" As usual, Madam Caeera with her cool attitude.

"Old time, Ae?" I just nodded, Sister Caeera sat next to Mas Raksa.

"Ah, so tired of the cave. Substitute classes continue, even though the lecturer can not teach." Ma'am Caeera said, I was just listening. I think he's talking to Mas Raksa.

"Rest if you're tired, don't be forced." Mas Raksa answered while holding onto Mbak Caeera's hair.

"The desire is that, but most of the final tasks are tired."

This is unexpected, because I didn't expect them to be that close. Mas Raksa put his arms around Mbak Caeera's shoulder, and placed the head of Mbak Caeera on his shoulder.

"Here and there, the cave knows you again need a backrest." Ah this is Raksa? The language is not as raw as when talking to me.

I still pretended to play on my phone, but occasionally I glanced at the two of them. Here as if I were like a mosquito repellent and where was the attention of Mas Raksa before the presence of Mbak Caeera? Is this Raksa man unfaithful? Or does he just want to tease me because I'm still like a child worthy of him jahili?

"It feels like giving up, but it's at the end of the achievement." Caeera said again, they are still in the same position.

God, Aeera wants to go home now, here just looking at the beauty of others.

"Rest first, you're tired again. Don't think of the macem. Your health is important."

Of health? Of importance? Care about? Women need to be healthy if they want to have quality children. So that's for all the women, thankfully I'm not a geeran yet.

"Eh."