Hear My Wish's
Chapter 12 – After Rain
“Still hasn't picked up his phone yet, nih, Bi,” Dean said as he pasted
the phone's in the ear.
The middle-aged woman looked at Noel who was seen trying to hold her head
in order not to duck down and continuously blink both brown eyes.
“Dek Noel if you are sleepy, dek.”
Noel shook his head that felt so heavy, “No way, brother
Edwin is not home yet!” He insisted exactly as Edwin clung to
his determination to wait for the presence of Noel who is not clear eve his existence in the
cattleya Park in January.
Many times Dean repeated the call. The whole result is nil.
Without any answer at all.
“Si Edwin said no where he was, bi?” asked the young man while he was busy
move your thumb nimbly, typing a short message on your phone
hers.
“He said Mas Edwin anyway, he went to see his friends..,” a pair of eyes.
bi Nara glanced at the short hour hand that would soon lead to the numbers
ten. “But, she never came home above eight.”
The young man let both of his palms become forehead support. Dean
sighing, as if it could help him dispose of all the bad prejudice
which began to spring up in his mind.
A bright beam of light suddenly penetrated through the window, collapsing
anxious atmosphere in the living room.
“That's the car Mas Edwin!” aunt's voice sounded loud enough to make
Noel who was about to fall asleep instantly raised his head.
***
“Well, like a cake every day,” bang Gondrong smiled with satisfaction
tuck his fingers between the dominant sheets of paper in red. Her mouth
busy muttering about the nominal money in his hands.
The man sets aside a piece of green money, “Nih, take it. Ration lo.”
Sylvia did not comment. Without waiting for the count of cue, he immediately
received a sheet of money worth twenty thousand rupiah.
“Besok lo should be able to get more out of this, understand?”
“Ngerti, bang.”
“This new guy's name is mine!” Smile
on the lips of the man widened along with a sense of satisfaction in his heart which was also
increasing. For just a moment, a fierce impression did not perch on the face
dull bang Gondrong. “Dah, sono, out lo.”
Sylvia turned around and entered a sealed room called ‘kamar’ by
street kids like him. Not a second did he look to the right. That girl
he lay on his back and closed his eyes after a long day of trouble
lousy launch his strategy to rob others of results.
***
“The ordinary,” Sylvia said as she handed him a colored note
the golden word reads five thousand rupiahs.
The guard nodded. He understood what the girl was
mean. Quickly, three of Marlboro's bars were grabbed.
The girl stepped closer to the row of empty benches close by
the small shop, Sylvia's thumbs instantly ignited the green gas match, lit up
a cigarette that he wanted to suck without caring about the views of the people
around who is on him. Intentionally, it exhales cigarette smoke
that while replying to their more cynical gazes doubled up
the men shifted their eyes.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.
Three days in a row he has been angry
lifting up next to his feet. He argued with deep consideration
own mind. His brain firmly said to sell communication tools
it's worth that high selling on the black market. However, his heart softly whispered
to return the phone. Because, it has been three days in a row also the dark blue phone is always flooded
by incoming calls and SMS from contacts labeled ‘kakak’. The girl is attractive
breathe deeply and then breathe slowly. His head feels
pulsating. As long as he was a street child, he had never felt
the dilemma at heart when trying to sell stolen goods.
Unintentionally, his eye caught a
the sight caught his attention.
A young man of high standards. Her hair is short
and brownish in color. The clothes he wore looked neat. Right hand
holding a car key.
Sylvia knew exactly who the young man was. That young man
none other than the victim of his prey three days ago during a gentle rain
the city of Jakarta. This world that feels wide is indeed narrow.
Farthest. So easily, he was reunited with the young man
he met a few days ago.
Without waiting for long, the girl switched off her cigarette and
following Edwin who was about to step closer to his four-wheeled vehicle.
He sassyly pulled the young man's hand, forcing him to quietly let
Sylvia brought. Edwin was still astonished at the girl in front of him from
top to bottom. Her hair is black, dull, and still looks disheveled even though
already pigtailed. His pair of sharp eyes implied that he was
the strict personal. The distinctive aroma of tobacco smelled poking the nose of
girls are almost similar in stature to men. Her clothes are nothing but a shirt
red wrapped in a black jacket with shabby tattered jeans. Taste
he had seen this guy before. But as hard as Edwin
trying to remember, all his memories of the girl in the red shirt with
the shabby black jacket was too faint.
“Nih, mobile phone lo! I'm balikin!” he shouted while
put the dark blue phone back into the hands of its owner.
he was ever met by himself. He became the main antagonist in the incident
last night that made his cold sweat pour out profusely along with
the rain between the dark. Historical events that will not
it could never be removed from his brain.
Sylvia doesn't talk much. After returning the phone
worth that high sell, he immediately put both of his hands into his pocket
and start walking leaving the owner of the phone who has not been given a chance
to say one or two words.
“Eh, budar,” hand Edwin directly pull jacket sleeve
Sylvia so that a pair of legs wrapped in shabby sneakers belonging to the girl did not continue her steps.
“Okay, what else, anyway?! I have returned my mobile phone!”
“Name..,”
Edwin had not yet finished his sentence, the girl had already
he was annoyed while rolling his eyes. He felt himself go inside
a cliche scene on the telenovela reeks of romance on a tube television screen
often watched by the mothers of shopkeepers when there are no rows of buyers.
“Sylvia,” the answer is short while pulling the hood of her jacket,
set a pair of eyes staring at the interlocutor under a dark shadow.
Edwin was silent for a few seconds. The name is vague
passing in his memory. Yes, he has heard the name ‘Sylvia’ before.
Although the owner of the sweet name was not a little, I don't know why he was so sure of the name
what his ears had heard was the name of the tomboy girl
stand in front of him.
The young man smiled faintly, “Thank you for turning my phone, yes, Sylvia.”
***
Sylvia was busy moving her hands just to
poking ice cubes in soft glasses
drink it with a straw while letting one of his legs rise.
“Anu... Sylvians... His legs are down, dong. Nasty
around people,” whispered the young man slowly while glancing around him.
The girl sharpened the highlight of her eyebrows, “Dih, this is a leg
got me! Yes, I like it I want it!”
Edwin was a little down. He really can't
sparred. When spoken out loud, a sentence alone can silence
his mouth was like glued together by a high-adhesive glue.
“Lo want it is the same me?” ask Sylvia
leaning his back and folding his hands like a company owner
imperious.
A drop of the young man's sweat flowed. Himself must be able
put out words that did not offend Sylvia. Girl girled
black bound it is easy to vent his emotions.
“You... ehm... street children, right? Uh, uh. no...
that's not what I meant... You... the..”.
Sylvia chuckled softly and shook her head while
he reached into his black jacket pocket. Then put a cigarette on Edwin, “Nih,
cigarette. Let you chant kit.”
“I didn't smoke,” Edwin smiled awkwardly.
The girl pulled back her hand and lit up
that cigarette, “Sok jaim,” murmured slowly.
“So gini.. earlier..I wanted nanya, you know the same.
bang Gondrong?”
“Know. That's my top.” Sylvia exhales cigarette smoke
which is steaming from his mouth.
“You know whose real name is?”
The two shoulders covered in the jacket were raised together.
“What's wrong, anyway?” Sylvia flicked
the cigarette, let the gray fall and land on the ashtray
outdoor restaurant tables are provided
fast food.
Edwin scratched the back of his head, “Ya... Naw
anything, anyway.”
Grey cotton re-exposes their existence
slowly. Rumbling sounds also accompanied the group of grim clouds.
“Eh, want to rain. I'll take you home, okay?”
The girl in full-on appearance was smirking sweetly. Not really
this naive young man learned from experience? Didn't Sylvia ever pick him up
with sharp iron claws that could have been used by him to snatch a
life and treasure at once? Yes, but it does matter what Sylvia is on how naive
The edwin? Wasn't it Edwin's naivety that made him look so stupid in the
the presence of the crafty girl makes the implied meaning of the name ‘Sylvia’ really
be outcast? A sweet name that holds the characteristics of a girl always
seize opportunities.
Sylvia threw away her cigarette butts, letting the thing go
extinguished by wind.
“Gue can't be beaten up completely if you go home
now it's. Fill my pocket is just a match of gas with a cigarette.”
Edwin reached into his pants pocket, then took out two
a hundred thousand rupiah from his wallet. “This, make you.”
Sylvia's hand immediately welcomed the money given
to him for free. “OK, sip. Thanks!”
“You are so fierce that you can also say thanks, yes?”
Sylvia's face directly faced the naive youth, “Many
bacot lo!” he said he was upset while moving his hands, taking a Styrofoam glass containing his red soft drink that had not been drunk.
