Festive Collection

EPS 81'S. PINK GIRL

This afternoon the sky felt fierce, black gas clumps were struggling into one on the air. Metrowhite light snatched at each other. Gave a terrible impression. It was so dark, like wanting to be my friend today. The work piles up and is endless, not to mention the demands of the boss who wants everything to be resolved as soon as possible. Ah, I want to go home soon and take a break. It was so tired. The weather is not very supportive. It will soon rain. I need to get home quick.

But shit, my bike broke down can't run. I seem to have been plagued by circumstances. Adding the heat inside me. I just want to be angry when this is the case.

Finally, I left the bike at work and inevitably I had to walk to a stop 100 m away from my workplace. There is no other way but to take a city bus. While a friend of a co-worker there is no one whose house is in the same direction as mine. So there's no sugarcane.

The wind blew, accompanying my journey. It's cold to touch the bone. Sometimes I grumble to express my frustration. This innocent can of trash can was also the target of my anger. I kicked and flew everywhere. Poor huh?

I don't know how many minutes I walked until it only took a few more steps to get to the bus stop. Pleased feels.

‘Pluk’, a drop of water from the sky falls on my forehead. I rubbed my forehead violently. I also looked up to watch, ‘ really rain has started to fall?’. Drop by drop of water began to fall soaking my face, I swiftly ran towards the stop which was only a few steps away. I-lap the whole body slightly wet with my hands.

I'm sitting alone at this stop, there's no one. Only the vehicles and the gurgle and gurgle of rain makes the atmosphere rame. I was waiting for a city bus that never passed.

A warm air suddenly enveloped my body. While the rain still falls. I looked up because I felt something on top of my head. A pink umbrella, with lace trim on its edges, was overshadowing me. Seen the hand of a girl, white, clean, with her finger that said Javanese ‘muc eri’. What a beautiful hand.

I looked on my left side, stood a young girl, smiling crisply, ‘ohh sweet once’. This girl is holding the pink umbrella. ‘Then what am I wading for? Is there a roof?’, I thought astonished.

“Hai...”, the sap is soft.

“Ohh, hi..”, I replied nervously.

I was wrong to look at such a beautiful girl. Then I slightly shifted my position to give him a place. There were actually many places, only it was a sign that I let her sit. He sat next to me, still with his pink umbrella in his right hand. Strange indeed.

We sat together looking at the increasingly boisterous rain. We just kept quiet. Every now and then I glanced at her, wanting to steal her face. To look at him I dare not, let alone speak. My tongue feels bad. I am a cemen man.

“Why are you silent?”, he said later.

I flinched from the daydream looking at the rain. “Eh, emm. Hehe”, I'm just blabbering indistinctly. Nervous feeling.

“My name is Lana kak, whose sister?”

He reached my hand, ‘deg’ I was like being stung by a low-charge electric current. My blood rippled profusely, my heart skipped a beat.His hands were cold, as cold as snow. My hair was goosebumps, but I brushed off that feeling. Perhaps his cold face made his hands like that.

“Sister is waiting for bus, yes?” the question is sweet while looking at me fixed, I'm getting groggy.

“Eh, yes..” replied. “You are raining gini why here, deck?” Finally I dare to ask, the atmosphere still feels stiff for me.

“Color I see brother alone here?” I'm aghast, really? Ah, maybe it's just a joke of a smelly girl.

Over time we started chatting fun, until I did not realize that 2 city buses had passed and passed. This afternoon's conversation with him made me forget everything. All my fatigue today was closed with a happy feeling. My heart began to tremble as I looked into her beautiful eyes. I have been hypnotized in love with just 45 minutes.

Although heavy, this afternoon's chat should be enough. The time has shown at 06.25, about 5 minutes more the last city bus will pass. I need to get home soon. If I don't get on this bus, then I have to stay at this stop because there won't be another bus.

“Sister, bring this umbrella, huh? Who knows you need it later.” So he said while sodorkoning his pink umbrella that had been tucked away.

“Loh, this is your favorite umbrella, why did you give it to me?”

“Again as a memento from me brother, after this we will not see you again. Thanks for the time this afternoon. Although only 45 minutes, but happy it feels.” This girl's words feel weird to me. Why the last meeting? Tomorrow I can come to this place again to see him.

I just quietly grabbed the umbrella from his hand. I can't speak anymore. A few minutes later the bus came and stopped right in front of me. With much consideration in my brain, I finally entered this city bus that had been waiting for me.

“Thank you deck over everything, I'm so happy. We'll see you sometime if we have time.” My last words to her, she just smiled.

Arriving home, I put my body on the soft sofa in the living room accompanied by a cup of warm tea and started to turn on the TV. How surprised I was when I saw a news on TV, stating that this afternoon at 13:10 had happened a hit and run. The victim was a teenage girl known as ‘Lana Maulidia Prastiyana’. The pictures on TV have shocked me.

‘Lana’, lirihku.

So. I can't speak anymore, devastated. It's like a SAD ENDING story to me.