I'll wait for your promise

Old Friends 2

Heavy rain is pouring down on Jakarta. I sat enjoying the tampias on the terrace. It was said that the rain was the mercy of God that came to his people. He also said that if we pray in the rain, his prayers will be answered. I secretly did too. I close my eyes and pray in my heart, hoping to meet Sanu one day.

When she opened her eyes, Disa was standing in front of me. “You want to sleep or rain?”

“Two are. Thou sayest rain is a mercy from Allah. Once upon a time, I was also exposed to His mercy. So I just enjoy this rain.” I smiled, closing my eyes again while crossing my arms. Sitting next to me, enjoying the rain while reading a magazine. “Dis, maybe not yes I can see Sanu again.” These eyes are still closed, given the meeting with Sanu a few months ago.

“You still think about it?” Can flip the magazine page. I don't need to answer that question. “If you are dating, you will definitely meet. Just relax.” Disa smiled a little, glancing at me.

“Stupid!!!” I opened my eyes. Looking up, looking at Disa. “What does it mean?”

“Yes soul mate to see you again? The word mate does not only contain one meaning.”

“Reacted you guys are here? Let's have lunch first. Later if the rain has stopped we walk around the complex. You must miss the past?” Suddenly a man was already standing in the door frame, he was the only son of Om Gunawan.

The rain stopped as Maghrib approached. Our plan to circumnavigate the complex today failed. The time will not be enough to travel around this vast complex. The first day comes just stay at home all day while opening souvenirs that are deliberately brought to this family. The rain returned after adzan isya’. We spent time talking and joking. My old friends became new friends for his son Om Gunawan. We shared our experiences, telling the people we left behind. Disa and I were shocked when my cousin Mas Fikri told me about Ziul, my old playmate. We were very interested in hearing the story until it was finished.

Ziul is my little friend. No day without playing with him. We used to burn our hands while playing with fire. It was Ziul's mother who treated our wounds. He also told us to take painkillers. As soon as we spit it out. The medicine is very bitter for a 6-year-old. Now those are just memories I will never forget. The burn remains to this day. So how can I forget it? Unfortunately I can't see him anymore. I didn't expect him to be a police fugitive now. His father was jailed for being a drug suspect. His mother died, falling from the attic while trying to hide drugs. Ziul and his two brothers ran away. They are still wanted by the police. What a worried family. The neighbors did not expect, Ibu Ziul, known as guru najai and his two brothers who look very alim turned out to be a drug dealer. Who would have thought their kindness all this time was just a cover.

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Fikri kept his promise. He took us around the compound after work. Although tired, the man who still wears a green jacket is still excited to tell the changes that occurred during these years. Many houses were renovated, the streets were no longer land. Mas Fikri also reminded me and Disa of our friends. Shamefully we greeted each other. It's only natural that we forgot each other, some years we didn't meet. Our faces and looks have changed. After a long time we familiarized ourselves, Mas Fikri again took me and Disa around. I was stunned to see the water guava tree. The fruit is very thick. Hot like this, it seems very delicious to eat water guava. Especially if it is made in Rujak. I tugged at Disa's clothes, pointing at the guava tree. Mas Fikri glanced at me, smiling. “The hair is red-red yes. How about we eat guava first.” With spirit I nodded. Mas Fikri knocked on the door of the house of the owner of the guava tree. Not long after a man came out, he let us pluck his jaw. ”Do you remember not being with the two of them?” Tanya Mas Fikri pointed at me and Disa.

The man smiled, “We met at the station yesterday. Isn't that right, Dif?” he looked at me. “For a while, I'll get you some plastic. You guys just pick up.” He also went into the house.

Fikri started climbing trees. Me and Disa picked the short fruit. “You didn't climb, Dif.” Sound from behind.

I looked, smiling. “No, short is a lot.” Continues picking. He handed me a big plastic bag. I put the picked fruit in the plastic. ”Sorry yes, I didn't know that the taxi driver was you. I totally forgot.”

“Nothing. If Mr. Gun doesn't remind me, I also forgot about you.” Dayat smiled at me. “One thing that makes me remember you.”

“Ehm... ehm... ehm... guava is to be placed where is it? I don't have a plastic bag. It's mostly nih.” Syndicator Disa. He deliberately cut off our conversation which was getting serious.

Dayat laughed, approaching Disa. “Sory Dis, don't get mad dong? Nought. Log in here.” Dayat offered the same plastic bag. “That many passages, all brought home.” Dayat helps us pick.

“You don't need plastic bag Mas?” I looked up, yelling at the man who was busy eating guava.

“If you are given yes accepted.. otherwise eat here only.” How much fruit did he spend. I looked at Disa. Now it's Disa and Dayat's turn to joke. What they were discussing, they laughed out loud.

“Yes already. Just this. It's full already. Tomorrow again when it's over.” Disa shows a plastic bag that is already full of guava. Fikri came down from the tree. All of his pants were full of guava. We thanked him and left.

It was impossible for us to continue walking with this much guava. Later we will sell guava. I invited Mas Fikri to make a rujak at home. I agree with my idea. We headed straight to the kitchen when we got home. I washed the guava while Disa made the sugar sambal. “Wuah seems less sip if only guava. What if you add other fruit. I bought it first at the stall.” Without waiting for Mas Fikri's reply left us.

“A lot of jambuya. Where can I get it from?” Ask Aunt Lilis who just came out of the room.

On the terrace we ate rujak together. We took everything out, including drinking water. Prepare if later the spiciness. I haven't enjoyed eating a meal like this. It's great to eat rujak together. “The next one on ngrujak?” Dayat suddenly stood in front of the house.

“Eh jambu. Here follow yuk?” Take me.

“Ehm. Now I want to work. Afraid late. First yes.” Dayat went on his way.

“Kok walking works. Why wasn't the taxi taken?” askaku.

“Ye. He was picked up at the end of the alley. Keep bringing his friend home. Just worked.” Mas Fikri's.

“Owh..emang all taxi drivers are yes.” Ask Disa.

“Ngak too anyway. That's because he doesn't have a vehicle. The motorbike will be used in college.”

“La Dayat not going to college?” my many.

“She stopped college.” Answer Aunt Lilis flat.

“Why?”

“In the early days of college, his father died of a heart attack. At that time, Dayat only knew that his parents had a lot of debt. Many times bank people come charging. Household furniture until sold out. But the debt has not been paid off. Finally he decided to quit college and become the backbone of the family now.” Definitely Aunt Lilis.

“If it's hard to live, why did his sister go to college?”

“That was his father's last message before he died. His father wanted all his children to go to college. He was in college while working. Maybe he thinks that instead of paying for college, it's better to pay off debt. His sister also went to college while working. Not to mention his sister who is still in High School needs a fee as well. His mother is also sick. It is hard to live his life now.”

Disa and I just nodded and understood the story of Aunt Lilis, while enjoying the song.

My stomach feels full, even though this mouth has not stopped eating. The bridge is also over. We decided to stop and keep the rest of the dish in the refrigerator.

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During the day eating a rowdy rickety rickety make a jump, sleepy so ilang and yuk yak yukkkkk.

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