Happy Fajarini

Episode 8

"Good morning buddy ZetFM!"

"Good morning, Happy!"

"It's so sad again, Wan. I think someone else misses someone."

"Wow, who's this...."

"Most girlfriend...."

"Friendly girlfriend can be...."

"Or even the ex but not delivered nih kangennya."

Today is my schedule for on water. Profession that I have been in while I was in college. Some people might think it is old-fashioned. But for me, radio jockey was my best healing all along. More or less I can express myself who should always be happy. As of now, I enthusiastically welcome the day even though the sun is cool hiding behind the clouds. Like my colleague's name, too, his name is Cloud.

"Weather kayak gini is very suitable for lying down, eating the angt-anget, kangen-kenan, and which certainly won the same all-time popular songs from ZetFM. Which song fits well? let's go straight to yuk. Czechidot...."

Starting from music, interviews, adlibs, and greetings. Everything is smooth and fun. Being grateful is important. When humans do not humanize other humans, thank God still humanizes me. Morning crawling afternoon. The afternoon became afternoon. I actually refuse to get out of here. I felt different when I was outside the radio station. But how else, I have to face all the situations with rigor.

Live like a stream of water. Do not stop before wetting. But don't ruin what's been passed. It rained this afternoon. Instantly raises new words from my lips. I always imbue the atmosphere when I'm alone. The feet move deftly to get to the stop immediately. The rain made me wet. Makes me dissolve in random thoughts. Buses arrive. But the bus driver seemed to notice me getting wet. I rubbed my own clothes hoping to dry quickly. I would feel guilty if the stool I was sitting on was wet.

"Just in, Ma'am Ra. How about it!" the bus driver I used to ride on. I nodded and smiled as a sign of my gratitude.

The rain is getting. I'm worried about this town. A city that never escaped the flood during the rainy season. This city should always be beautiful when it is raining and blazing. This city is full of memories of my happy and hard times. I wish I would still return to this land no matter how far my feet go. My eyes swept across the desolate-looking suburbs. There are usually many street vendors and beggar's children. But this time only one or two are still determined to connect with life. I always thought, would I be like that if there was no Tegar and his family? mizzen.

drrrrt drrrt

"Why not wait, Ra? Where are you now? I'll pick ya up." Tegar choked me with his question after I sent a message that I had already taken the bus to go home.

"I'm coming to the apartment deck stop, Toy. Excuse me. At seven, pick up, yeah. I want to see my mom" I said. Finally Tegar assented after making sure that I was okay.

The rain was pouring down on the earth. Many hearts sow hope. Hope the rain subsides soon, and happiness will approach. Including me, so am I. Want all the burdens and problems to end soon. I want to be happy with someone I love so much. My move was very quick to immediately shady. The water is as high as the eyes. May the rain soon subside. And happiness is coming soon. My clothes are all wet. I immediately rushed over to clean myself up before my body temperature rose. The floor of the apartment was wet with droplets from my clothes. I don't give a shit.

There is no twilight today. Dusk was hiding behind the dense black clouds that brought rain. I'm getting into my thick jacket. I hope this rain is over. Hope God is still kind enough to give the light of every problem.

"Why not cook?" I was a little surprised, but pretended to relax when I heard the voice of the man I knew so well.

"Males. No one eats" I replied. It's been three days that my cooking is always leftover even sometimes untouched. I don't listen to his voice anymore. I turned my head, and it turned out that Mas Kukuh was laying his body on my bed. I let out a breath. By getting rid of all my ego, I approached Mas Kukuh.

"Mas, laper?" my many. Mas Kukuh directly sat down while patting the side of the mattress so I sat next to him. I comply.

"Mas has been eating. After that you drink paracetamol, yeah." I'm nodding. He seemed to have memorized very well with my condition after the rain. I let out a breath. Even when I talk, I don't want to look me in the eye. He always seemed to avoid the questions I was about to ask.

Being an adult is not an easy thing. Be ready to hold back your emotions when you are really angry. And must be ordinary when the problem does not subside. Like at the moment. Again, I had to hold back when the answer to my problem was not answered. I'm tired of being an adult. But I don't want to repeat the past either. Because I will definitely return to adulthood with all the situations and problems.

I canceled today's plan with Tegar. Because I think the water is already high because of the heavy rain that is becoming more and more. There is no denying that the city will flood again. I never blame the government. For all efforts have been made to free the city from the flood. Although I don't know, the performance was earnest or not. I don't know, I don't want to deal with the police. Time to nyoblos and nyoblos. That's it, haha.

The night is late. But I'm still awake. I still have to work at night to fulfill her needs. But I feel better now. The body temperature that had been high, now began to normal. It's been three years. It's been a year that I've had nights like this. No one knows, except Stiff. I'm staying quiet. Waiting for the right moment to finish all this. I love Tegar so much. Blame me for wanting him to stay even though I had planted a wound? I have the lyrics to my wrist that has a bracelet there. Engraved the name of the Rigid behind it. Nights like this always make me grieve. My breath was still breathless writing word for word to be a work. A long night bears witness to an incompatible heart, brain, and body.

Every night I pray for one. Hopefully tomorrow at sunrise, when the light trails the edges of the city's glass pines, hopefully all the problems will be reduced a little. Not grandiose. Just little.