For Kahiyang

45: Kahiyang ... Dear Kahi

Kahiyang cursed himself. After checking, it turned out that he was the one who contacted Satria first. Kahiyang forgot to delete the speed dial he had set on his phone. Just by pressing the number 1, will be directly connected to the number Satria. The phone in his pocket accidentally depressed that figure.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" cursing yourself. Then Kahiyang changed that arrangement. He hesitated to delete Satria's mobile number. His thumb clenched, between pressing void or remove.

"Argh .." he cried out in frustration. Kahiyang put his phone in the bag. He canceled the number Satria.

Satria continued to stare at her screen, dumbstruck. Kahiyang disconnected the call unilaterally. Satria longed to hear Kahiyang's voice.

"I miss you ... Do I have to follow you there?" satria asked herself. Then shake your head. "He's married. I can't ruin everything."

And Kahiyang's position would definitely be even more difficult if everyone knew they had a relationship. Ingrid is an ambitious and reckless person.

After the phone call from Kahiyang, Satria still sat quietly daydreaming. A lot of things he thinks.

"Kahiyang .." cried Jarvas. Kahiyang turned to the right where Jarvas was running small approaching.

"What?" ask Kahiyang a little sniffly.

"I'd like to talk to you for a second. Can you?" jarvas asked, tidying up her hair.

"What by the way?" ask Kahiyang again in the same tone.

"Last Sunday is free time?" ask Jarvas without hesitation.

"For what?" Kahiyang stared firmly at Jarvas.

"There is a painting exhibition in the art building. I invite you to go there," Jarvas said without speaking stale like most western men.

Kahiyang seemed to be silently thinking about the invitation. Jarvas waited for an answer by constantly staring straight at Kahiyang.

"Two of you?" ask Kahiyang. Jarvas nodded.

"Sorry, I can't .." replied Kahiyang. Jarvas was surprised by Kahiyang's response which was beyond his expectations. Thought Jarvas, this time his invitation will be accepted. But Kahiyang refused it outright.

"Why? Do you have another appointment?" ask Jarvas curious.

"It's none of your business." Kahiyang immediately left behind the annoyed Jarvas.

"Damn! So hard!" jarvas Umpat.

That's Kahiyang. After twice being hurt by men, he again fortified himself. Kahiyang like her old self, haughty and unapproachable.

"Why, bro?" bryan asked who had just come out of the campus lobby.

"I took Kahiyang to the painting exhibition in the art building, but he didn't want to. He rejected me. Damn it!" Jarvas again cursed while kicking a pebble in front of him.

"Udah I said. Move on, bro. He's hard on the woo. She is different from other girls. There are many more beautiful than her. Come on, bro!" Bryan. Then embrace Jarvas, take his friend away from campus.

Jarvas is still in his shoes. He was still curious and felt challenged to approach Kahiyang. After all, Kahiyang is the first girl who has been targeted by Jarvas for long. This time he has to get Kahiyang.

After leaving Jarvas, Kahiyang returned to the apartment. His longing taste of home cooking, made him want to quickly arrive. Kahiyang is planning to cook. There were some ingredients that he bought in an Asian supermarket not far from his campus. And there are also some materials that he brought from Indonesia.

"Ah, I miss home," exclaimed Kahiyang as he looked at the materials he had just removed from the refrigerator.

Kahiyang observes the cooking steps of the video. One by one he put it in teflon and also the pot. Kahiyang is quite proficient, although he is very careful and detailed.

One bowl of oxtail soup, chili and shrimp crackers, ready on the dinner table. Kahiyang scoops some rice cobs onto the plate. Really feel at home.

"Good meal," he cried himself. Kahiyang photographed his cooking and shared it on his Instagram page, and he sent it to his mother Brisia in Indonesia.

"Emc ... Appreciable. Not bad," murmured Kahiyang, after putting one mouthful into his mouth.

"Mother's prayers quickly recovered. Grandma will visit you often to London. Don't go back to Indonesia, stay there. Find your own happiness, "airin's message.

Maybe it was Kahiyang's destiny to settle in London. Seeking happiness for his own life.

"But, Kahi misses .." said Kahiyang while wiping the corner of his eye, his mouth still chewing. Kahiyang crying.

*****

The next day Jarvas accidentally came to the painting room where Kahiyang was painting alone. It became routine, he spilled his sepals onto the canvas.

Scratches of brush poured it into a painting that looks shady. Kahiyang who has been trained since childhood, make it like a professional painter.

Jarvas stood leaning against the door, staring at Kahiyang who looked seriously painting, without knowing he was being noticed.

"Always beautiful" Jarvas murmured and smiled.

Kahiyang was piqued by Jarvas and Bryan's whispering voice. He looked up while frowning. Jarvas shut Bryan's mouth and dragged him away.

"All because of you! Don't bother me!" snapping Jarvas at Bryan. He's pissed. Bryan had disrupted his activities looking at Kahiyang who was focusing on painting. When else would I see such a beautiful sight, Jarvas thought.

"You're overreacting. She's an ordinary Asian girl. Just like the others. Come on, bro. Forget that girl! I'll introduce you to a more sexy American girl" Bryan said, embracing Jarvas.

"Fuck you!" Jarvas curses Bryan's embrace, then leaves.

"Hard-headed! Damn it!" bryan. It's hard to make Jarvas forget about Kahiyang.

Kahiyang heard the debate from behind the door. "Yes ... I am an ordinary Asian girl. Then what's the problem? The chassis!" Kahiyang.

Kahiyang cleaned his painting equipment. He decided to return to the apartment with his paintings.

Kahiyang's life is indeed about campus and apartments. Just like before, he doesn't get along with other friends. Just finishing a group task and choosing to be alone.

The painting he put lined up in his painting room. There is one painting that is quite interesting and has a special meaning in addition to his mother Kiran's painting.

Sketch of a 20 year old boy. His body is facing back. The boy was wearing a hoodie, trousers and sneakers, carrying a backpack. The background of the Eiffel Tower.

A childhood memory he remembers. The boy who helped her first. Until fifteen years passed, Kahiyang had not found any trace of him.

Kahiyang groped the sketches. "What part of the world are you? Until now, I haven't been able to find you" he said himself.

"I wish you still remembered me. Thank you for your kindness first," he continued.

The ringing sound of his phone rang out in his pants pocket. Kahiyang reached out and stared at the screen.

"Satria?" exclaim Kahiyang for a moment looking at the screen. He hasn't lifted it.

The next ringing and ringing still Kahiyang ignored. Then he gave up, venturing to hear Satria's voice.

"Hello," said Kahiyang.

"Kahiyang. Dear kahi .." said Satria.

To be Continued...