Dusk And Loss
Memory is infinite
Aqia leaned her head against the chair in a restaurant. Looks worried and angry. A serving of carbonara paste and lemon tea on the table that he had ordered was not touched at all. Ringing phone arrived – arrived reads.
“Iya, fine. I am there now.” Then in haste he stood up and headed for the exit. Go across the street from the restaurant. Waving hands to stop a taxi that accidentally passed in front of him.
That afternoon, like something was missing from a “Aqia”. Face's pale. Like they are losing direction. His heart is beating fast. In the taxi that took him through the crowded city streets, he just lowered his head and did not say a word. There was no greeting for the driver, not as usual. “Straight first, sir.” Command's short.
Occasionally the taxi wheel makes small shocks that make it more pounding. There was a pain that stifled his chest. Slowly, he opened a mobile phone gallery that he was holding. Scroll up and down, then stop at a photo. A man with a thin smile, wearing a black shirt with slightly narrowed eyes. Unknowingly, his tears were dripping. He was crying really.
Seeing the condition of the woman who was in the corner behind him, the driver asked Aqia's condition. Ensuring that all is well – is fine.
"Mbak why? There's another problem, huh?” Ask the driver with a little glance at the rearview in front of him. The sound of the taxi driver forced Aqia to stop crying. He realized from earlier that the man behind the wheel was looking at him crying from behind the rearview mirror.
"It's okay – what, sir. All good – well aja” Aqia replied with a slightly vibrating voice. When the vehicle almost reached its destination, the girl was busy tidying up the bag she was carrying. Put a cell phone in it. Then prepare some money to pay for the taxi argo. Arriving at the destination, Aqia came down and entered a 2-story house.
***
A tall, burly man appeared from behind the door. With a look of surprise, the man approached Aqia. Hugged it. Without asking any questions the man invited her into the house.
Large house, filled with furniture – luxury furniture that may cost tens –ty million. There is a family photo attached to the wall to the west of the living room. A lion statue with sharp fangs in the corner of the room. Slender. There was only the mbok who was always in the kitchen, then brought a cup of cold drink.
"Well, qia?” The heavy voice finally came out of the man's mouth.
“I gatau should how again. I gabisa if I have to continue – this way.”
Angrier. Anger mixed with disappointment. The water can no longer be held. Aqia cried as it happened. The mbok who saw Aqia as he pleased, immediately picked up a tissue for qia.
"We have to get there now.”
“Iya, wait yes. I change clothes first, briefly”
The man got up from the sofa he was sitting on, climbed the stairs to his room. Replace the shirt with a neat shirt suit with jeans.
***
When Aqia arrived at that place, they immediately entered every hallway. Tracing each room. Like I've memorized every corner of the place. Then stopped in a room. Aqia stared fixedly at the eyes of the man beside her. Hand held by the man. His chest pounded. There was an inexplicable taste enveloping Aqia's chest. If only screaming could make him relieved, maybe he would have done that. But he prefers to hold, be quiet, and be silent.
"KLEKK” the sound of the door that was right in front of him rang and opened. There was a nurse who came out, then approached him with a slight smile on his lips.
“Mbak Aqia, there is a development from mas Gema. His finger started moving. We wait for the good news yes, mbak.” Said the woman who was no longer young in the white uniform she was wearing.
***
The woman with long hair over her shoulders was playing with the phone she was holding. Putting a headset on his right and left ear. His feet occasionally stomped a little following the music. The streets of the city that afternoon were a little quiet. Not many people pass by. Though usually crowded, right in the hour people come home from the office or other activities. Maybe because of the weekend. Think Alana. Not wanting to think about anything else, he was engrossed in singing songs from Fiersa Besari, Nadir.
Suddenly the sound of a car horn surprised Alana. The sound was many – times rang through the music he was listening to. He immediately hunted – to move the bicycle that he deliberately parked on the edge of the park.
A male – man got out of the car and cursed Alana. The woman began to be provoked by emotions and took off the headset that was still attached to one of her ears.
"Well, why park here? Wrongly? It's not a public road, is it? Lo why also, there is still a lot of space for passing. Sinting lo ya?” The woman cursed back.
The handsome man only grimaced and pointed at a sign.
“ Lo blind what gabisa read anyway? Do you know what prohibition is?”
Alana was silent, silent. Swallowed his own saliva.
“ Gu. I don't know if there is a parking ban here. If you know it's not possible here, bege.” The answer is slow and laid out – bricks. But even though he was aware that he was wrong, he did not want to look defeated, he still kekeh not to be blamed.
Enraged, the man left with a burst of emotions.
“Ih, amit – amit meet a rich madman like that.”
Grouser Alana, then he went on his bike. Her originally good mood arrived – suddenly turned bad. As if it was the worst day of his life.
***
There was a knock on Alana's door, the louder it got. Unheard of Alana. He stayed up last night, he was still sleepy.
“Alana .. wake up!!!!! What time is it?”
Mamma. Yes, it's true what people have been saying all along. Mom is the best alarm for her son. Well, though fierce and a little firm. But mamah is the only – people who believe in Alana. Even when he was accused of taking something silent – silent or rather stealing, in the Mall. Mamahlah the only – people who believe that there must be a misunderstanding. And true, the mall officer was less thorough so the mall warning reads.
“Iya, mah. Fifteen minutes to go
“Ga there are fifteen minutes fifteen minutes. It's your first day, isn't it, Al? Today you are ospek. Don't tell me you forgot yes, Al!!”
Alana's eyes widened, looking at the clock beside her bed.
“Gosh, I forgot.” He hit his own head.
“Iya, mah. Alana down ten minutes.”
He immediately hunted – hunt shower. Either way, just wash your face and brush your teeth. Take a pair of socks and put them on. Very chaotic beginning. I can't imagine if he was late on the first day of college. Ishhh, he regretted that he stayed up all night just to watch a movie. He immediately came down with a pair of shoes and a small bag of his. With haste – gesa and rush – buru.
“Mah, Alana direct departure well. It's late.” Alana said while plucking a loaf of bread on the dining table that looked empty. Yes, there is no one but Mama Alana. Because there are only three residents in the house. Alana, Mamahnya, and Bi retno. Alana's father had long since left home. About ten years ago, when Alana was 8 years old. Without saying goodbye to a woman he loves. And that, not Mamah Alana.
“Ga breakfast first, babe?” Kayu mamah on Alana with a little holding Alana.
“Engga, mah. Afraid of this hunt. Go first, mah. Daaaaa ..”
