I'll wait for your promise

Old Friends 1

My family has not been to Jakarta for a long time. Actually our old house was already sold and the new owner was Om Gunawan, a brother away from my family. If viewed by generations I am also confused which brother of the family. Because of the big family Dad very much. Just imagine if one family had more than ten children. Then from one child married and had many more children as well. Father was only the ninth of eleven children. Dizziness if you have to think about it. The point is he's a cousin of Dad, out of nowhere. Although brother is far away, but we are quite close. Om Gunawan often visit the house during Lebaran. Om Gunawan's parents live in a city close to where we live. Every time he went home he always took the time to stop by to visit Simbah.

In the afternoon, Disa and I will go to Jakarta. For two weeks we will stay with the family of Om Gunawan. We're going to spend the holidays this semester with old friends. In the diary books have been recorded what activities we will do there. I smile at myself every now and then, imagining what changes happen to my friends. Disa screams calling. He was angry because I have not packed the souvenirs that will be brought later. Since yesterday the super complicated girl was busy preparing the goods to be brought. Though only two weeks we left, but who was taken like a transfer person.

Wailing as we say goodbye. It is common to see him cry when there is a brother saying goodbye. But this time I felt it too. It was like there was a heavy burden leaving the old woman, even if it was only two weeks. I have been used to taking care of him all this time. Feeling upset and happy often I experience. I tried to comfort Simbah, promising that Pakdhe Widodo would come to accompany her while I was away. But my attempt to comfort Sumpah was unsuccessful, he kept crying until we left. Finished saying goodbye, we went straight to the stall to see Mom. At the stall I've prepared provisions to eat on the train. Actually, I wanted to take you to the station, but when we were about to leave many buyers came. He had to give up his intentions.

Fretfully waiting for the train to come in fifteen minutes. Many times he saw the watch, grumbling impatiently. Our faithful father was chatting with his men behind me. I sat on my hands looking around the station. This atmosphere reminds me of when I met Sanu six months ago. It didn't feel like I hadn't smsan with him in a long time. I grabbed the HP from the pocket of the right pants, typed a text, asked the news of the boy's world-lover. Many times my text failed to be sent. I checked the pulse, there are still sixteen thousand three hundred and twenty rupiahs. Should still be able to text. I'm calling, not active. I tried again to his other number, off as well. Now it's getting restless. The sound of the train announcement coming was clear. I immediately took two boxes to my right. Disa and I rushed in our bag, ready to wait for the train to arrive. The train head was visible from the east. The train approached and slowly stopped. Passengers are jostling to get inside immediately. While holding the ticket, Disa looked for a seat. Dad got ahead of us to find the seat number, he yelled. Disa and I walked over quickly to the man who was putting the cardboard on the chair. Finished putting the stuff, my bidding father got off the train. Not forgetting we kissed his hand, said goodbye. Before descending the middle-aged man advised us to be careful on the way and then leave. He stood in front of the window, waiting for the train to leave. We waved to him until the train walked away from the man.

Can sigh long, “At last can sit quietly too.” His face looks happy. I looked over at the window, enjoying the alternating scenery. Thinking of something I don't understand. My gaze was sharp out the window, but empty. Can glanced, strange. Repeatedly nudging, “Hey, you why? Tumben not spirit.” I'm silent. I don't know why I suddenly feel nervous. “You sick?” He asked again, still silent. I feel healthy, but somehow this body is limp. “Owh. Surely you are not excited because you have not updated status.”

I looked up, looking at Disa. “Update status?” suddenly I remembered something.I grabbed my phone from my pants pocket. Open a facebook account. Aye, right. I haven't made status. But this is not what makes me excited. Thenwhat? I looked back at Disa. He was busy reading the status in the group. “Dis, try to open his facebook Sanu deh.” My love.

“Unfortunately you are still not friends with Sanu.” I was busy writing comments.

“But.” Back to the window. Actually I can see Sanu's facebook without having to be friends, but only his picture. If we want to see his status, we have to be friends first.

“Dif... dif... diffa!!!” Sound of voice calling. “Difa. Wake up??” Like someone was shaking my legs. Slowly my eyes opened. A hand touched my thigh. I turned, “What's up?”

“Where the ticket wants to be checked.” Ask Disa. Besides, there were two officers who were checking the ticket of another passenger.

“Not in you huh? You were looking for a chair.” Still half unconscious.

“Hish…. I was tipped to you when I went to the toilet.”

I reached into her pants pocket and found her ticket. After the officers finished checking, I went back to sleep. I had not closed my eyes for a minute, Disa woke me up again. “Dif, his friendship is already blocked.” I was a little surprised to hear that. But confused, what friendship is meant. I leaned over to Disa, slightly clinging. Can show his facebook. I looked at Disa, not believing. I quickly took his phone. Trying to find Sanu's facebook again. I try so many times to always fail. The account does not exist. Whatdoes thatmean? Does Sanu not want to know me anymore? I'm giving back the phone. Now I can only stare back at the window. Something I don't understand very much. Why did Sanu suddenly disappear.

“Indeed when was the last time you smsan or called?” He asked me what I was thinking.

“Like lebaran. That's also the text I didn't reply to. I didn't pick up the phone either. Is he angry?”

“His anger is all that? Just because sms is not replied to facebook until it is blocked. So mean!”

That's right what Disa said. It doesn't make sense for him to be angry like that. “What could his HP be missing?” I looked at Disa.

“What does HP have to do with blocking friendships.”

“Yes too! The other one who is friends with Sanu is not you, not me?” Getting confused about this situation.

It has nothing to do with HP lost with our friendship. This problem makes me more dizzy and restless. Disa looks good sleeping leaning on my shoulder. Indirectly, Disa was actually involved in my story with Sanu. Is it possible that Sanu is angry because the friends on his facebook are not me, but Disa. Because he was too angry so he wouldn't be in touch with us anymore. But Sanu didn't know I had a twin brother. This problem took me far into dreamland.

~*~

I woke up, feeling a vibration in my pants pocket. Om Gunawan called. He told us to tell him we were almost there. Me and Disa were confused. We ourselves do not know where it has come to. Other passengers were seen sleeping. Can be worried if our destination station has been missed. She squeezed my hand, worried. The train is going slowly. Officers walked over, announcing that they would soon arrive at Pasar Senen Station. I hurried to drop the goods. They told us we had arrived at the station. The train is getting slower. The station lights are visible from the window. We walked to the door, ready to go down.

We have not set foot in this station for a long time. The atmosphere hasn't changed. I smiled looking around. It feels like coming home, even though the house no longer belongs to the parents. Disa takes me out of the station. Some people offer the service of carrying goods. We quickly left them. We stopped next to the exit, waiting for Om Gunawan to pick us up. I reached into my pants pocket, looking for something. Surprised! The thing that was sought did not exist. I looked in the other pocket not there too, not even in the bag found. I asked Disa to call my number. Active, but no one answered. Is it possible that my HP was stolen? I remember the last time I wore it. I'm pretty sure it's saved well done using. Disa's still trying to call my number, but still not picked up.

“Dif, are you sure you've kept it in your pocket? Last time after Om called I gave it to you, but you said put it on the chair first because you were lowering the cardboard. Well it has not been taken HPnya?” Tanya Disa recalled the incident on the train.

“Oh yes, I forgot to take it? We were in a hurry because the train had stopped, right?” I patted the jidat. “Duh, I can forget! Very kind of brain.”

I ran to the entrance officer, asking if the train I had left or not. The uniformed man gave a disappointing reply, the train had left a few minutes ago. I went back to Disa, squeezing the hat as an outlet for vexation.

“You've been waiting a long time huh?” Ask Om Gunawan, cut off our chat. He suddenly appeared from behind the taxi driver.

For a moment the young man looked over, smilingly greeting. “Loh... Gun Sir?” The taxi driver looked at us. “They're Father's brothers? Know so I just take it home so don't wait.”

“You forgot them?” Ask Gunawan Om to the taxi driver.

“Lupa..?” Asked the man in the light blue uniform in astonishment. He looked towards us. Watching us very closely. Trying to remember something. He smiled after looking at me for a long time. “For a long time yes we did not meet. How are you, Dif?”

“Good... You know me?” I looked at him closely. He smiled, not answering my question. I remember the name on his identification. The taxi driver turned his head, looked at Om Gunawan and then said goodbye. “Cage!!!” I screamed to call him. He turned his head, smiled and opened the taxi driving door. I also smile. Not long after he entered, Om Gunawan took us to the parking lot. On the way, Disa and I fell asleep and woke up when I got home.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Aunt?” Say hello to me and Disa in unison when I get to the open door.

“Wa’alaikumussalam.” Aunty Lilis replied, waiting for us in the living room.

Disa and I kissed Aunt Lilis' hands in turn, followed by longing chatter. After talking, Auntie took us to the room that would be our bedroom for the whole time. Before long, the owner of the house was willing to rest.

His phone rang, he took it from the pocket of the backpack he had just placed on the mattress.

“From your number, Dif!” My twin said, after seeing the name on her phone screen.

“Lift spoons!” I answered, getting up from my chair, wanting to hear it.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Can start the greeting.

“Wa’alaikumussalam. Sorry I found this HP on the train. I was in a hurry to get home, so I can tell you now. May I know the address of the owner of this HP?”

“Alhamdulillah, HPnya found a good person.” Said the orange-hooded girl softly. “Iya, Mas! It just so happened that the guy was with me. I will send via sms yes.” Smile them.

“Good, but sorry I can't rush to deliver because there's still a lot of work to be done. Later if I have time to report again.”

“Good, Mas. Received previously.”

“Ok. You welcome. I closed yes. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumussalam.” Can exhale, relief. “Huft... he said he would be escorted if he was not busy.”

“Yeah, long donk?”

“Not anything. The important thing is that your HP is found by good people and can come back. Hopefully it can be quick. The patient yes. Better now we rest. I'm so tired.” He began to fix the mattress containing our belongings.

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