I'll wait for your promise

Wonosari Street

Hot like this is good to drink ice while eating poor meatballs that puedessss wastettt…. Which can make the mouth huah. It can definitely make these narrowed eyes glare back. Just imagining it has made drooling. I raise my left arm. Looking at the goals of a newly purchased hour a week ago. Approximately enough time if you go to the square after college.

Minutes by minutes passed. How many times have I glanced at the watch, hoping the material will be over soon. These eyes seem to be getting tighter and tighter. Not strong enough to resist sleepiness. Many times my head has fallen. It is very boring if the lecture is just listening to the lecture. Like a parent who is telling a story before their child sleeps. That's how senior lecturers teach. Unlike junior lecturers, students are enthusiastic if the teacher is young. Especially if beautiful or handsome plus unyu-unyu, guaranteed no one will sleepy.

“Alright.. because the time is just a few minutes away. Examples we discuss next week only.” Ms. Arum ended the lecture after seeing her watch. “Oh yes, for group tasks later tonight can already be downloaded.” He hurried to the table and left the room.

“HUUUUUU!!!! Task again task again...” Cheers friends while following her from afar. It has become commonplace if Bu Arum's lecture is always a group assignment. Ahhh. but for now I don't care about the task. The important thing now is to get to the square.

“Key...where ya lock motor. I think I put it in my pants pocket. Kok no..” I groaned every pocket. Confused looking for keys.

The parking lot is getting denser and noisy with all the students coming out of their respective classes. The noise of a motorbike was heard in every corner of the parking lot. The queue of the exit quickly extended like a carriage. Understandably every vehicle that comes out must show STNK. If there is no STNK, they must show a student card. This is done to prevent theft of the motor.

“Dif... Difa.. Difa...” Sounded Mega sound. I looked at it for a moment. He seemed to rush down the stairs. “Dif, I heard Mr. Susilo was in an accident. We go yuk? He said he was at his parents' house.” Breath gasping.

“That's right you! When?” Spontaneous staring at Rere, seriously.

“Iya. It is up to you when.” Still trying to catch my breath.

“Ichhhh... I mean the accident when?” Little greget.

“Owh. Said the hell yesterday night.”

“You look at anyone.”

“It was a came-rame. But friends on want ya?” Rere looked up, not thinking what.

“Try me, I'll take them. An accident where?”

“If not wrong area Gunung Kidul. Time to get home from her parents' house. Do you know where that is?”

“Yes. About two hours from Jogya. I've been there. That too if you don't forget.”.

“Kok if not forget???”

“Can I just got there.”

“Yes, at least you know the way. The important thing is not to be rough.”

“Let alone will not go rough, most wrong way. Yes already, we announce friends now.” We walked together, looking for friends.

“Kok can be wrong way anyway, Dif?” Mega just realized with the answer earlier. But I ignored it and only returned with a smile.

After a discussion with some friends, we agreed to visit Sunday. In the middle of the conversation, I glanced at the watch. It seems that this discussion can be left behind. I took my leave first and quickly went to the Square. But upon arrival, the merchant was no longer there. It feels weak. deliberately holding hunger since earlier so that you can eat poor meatballs as much. It turns out.. huftttt. only able to stroke the stomach chronicle.

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Sunday morning we gathered at the campus parking lot. The journey will be taken quite far, about three hours. Only 23 people left. Some motorcycles are left behind and are in contact with others. I drive my own motorbike. Because the journey is far and the speed of driving is different, making some friends are left behind. We have to wait for each other if we feel that there are less members. Mr. Susilo's parents' house is quite far from the highway. Sometimes we ask people around.

At 10:20 we arrived at our destination. A comfortable place. Besides being quiet, the air is also cool. Very good for health. Far away from the city and the crowds. Lots of trees and rice fields.

For a long time we talked about the latest activities we did. Mr. Susilo is one of the Lecturers who participated in our community. Although not active directly, he often controls our activities. When friends were busy chatting, I borrowed Mega's phone.

I'm on Wonosari loch street? Difa.

A short message I sent to Sanu. I remember that Sanu lives in Patuk, that place is not far from here. Maybe we could meet. I had to borrow Mega's phone because I didn't have a pulse.

I'm in Sleman, maf no bs ktm.

After the dhuhur prayer we say goodbye home. I think I've been visiting long enough. On the way, we stopped at a food stall. While eating suddenly Mas Anto pamit, on the way later he and Mas Ibram will split up because they want to stop by his brother Mas Ibram's house for a while and will meet again at basecamp. After filling up the stomach and feeling well rested we continued on our way.

On the way Mas Anto speeding and tucking me. But suddenly he fell in the corner. Mas Ibram quickly replaced Mas Anto driving and they stopped at the gate near the corner. I stopped not far from that place. Paying attention to the goals, wanting to ask their situation. Mas Anto looked at me, gesturing that they were fine. The other friends stopped and shouted asking how they were doing. Mas Anto shouted back to answer their questions and told them to continue on. Some friends who were far behind stopped and asked why everyone stopped here. I explained that Mas Anto and Mas Ibram fell in the corner. Still anxious, considering that both of them fell right in front of me. Maybe when speeding Mas Anto did not notice that here a lot of sand so the bike slipped. I looked back at the man with the curly hair. He was busy cleaning his dirty jacket. He looked back at me, gesturing for me to continue on. I started driving slowly, accompanying my friends. During the journey of this brain is not ceaselessly thinking about the condition of the two friends.

Upon arrival at the basecamp some friends came home, only some who rested all prayers maghrib. One by one, the other friends also. Until adzan isya’ arrived there were only four people left.

“You didn't go home Dif?” ask Mas Setiawan.

“Ntar Mas's. Again lazy home.” I grabbed the phone in my jacket pocket. Type message.

When do you come home? I'm waiting at basecamp.

I put the phone on the table. Almost an hour there was no reply from Mas Anto. Returning to reach the phone, the same sms was sent to Mas Ibram. All sms nothing sent. I just remembered I don't have a pulse. I went to the nearest counter. After the pulse enters, directly send all the sms earlier. Not long after, Mas Ibram replied.

We've been home since Maghrib. You just go home. Sorry I didn't stop by basecamp.

I did not reply and went straight home. Tonight I asked Disa to sleep at the Sewba house. I don't want the elderly woman to worry about waiting until late at night. Ahead of sleep I texted Mas Anto again, but still no reply. I have texted more than five times. Tried the phone but didn't pick up. Increasingly anxious about his condition. Then sms Mas Ibram, asking about their situation. He explained that the wound was not too severe and only needed rest. I want to sleep, but it's hard. The event is still in my mind. When someone meaningful, falls. I could only stare anxiously, not knowing what to do.

Sanu texted, apologizing for not being able to meet last afternoon. Not done replying, I'm asleep.

~*~

Morning Mas Anto sms. He said he was fine. Just a little bruising on some of his hands and feet. I suggested some medicine for him to get well soon. The man who had dimples on his right cheek asked me not to worry too much. I jerked. How can I not worry if the guy I like falls off the bike right in front of me and there is no news at all. Mas Anto no longer replied. To release my annoyance I returned a status update.

*Facebook*

Why can't I worry too much about the people I love.

Until noon I forgot to text Sanu. He texted back and asked me about my need to come to Wonosari yesterday. I also replied and told him about the activities all day.

Owh.. who yesterday it y? Akelih wkt d bis. Ak mo plg k Patuk & loi ad yang ttuh d dkat tkungan. That's your entourage anyway?

Might as well. Tp km know which gk ak.

Yes gk lah. Kan pkai helmets all gk looks like wjahnya. I don't think it's km.

My feelings were slightly comforted after smsan with Sanu. Why do the guys I love don't care about me, and everyone else does. At the college I did not meet Mas Anto. Maybe he doesn't have college today. It's very interesting to see how he is, but I don't know where his house is. We've known each other for over a year. Since I first met her, I liked her. The guy who is a bit fat is my brother, a good friend of Mas Ibram. All this time I just harbored feelings because he already had a girlfriend. But after three months ago I heard that they broke up, since then I have ventured to approach him. Anto knew about this feeling. A couple of weeks ago, I texted him. Those words were unintentionally spoken when he tried to match me with Mas Ibram. He gave no answer, but from then on we became close and often smsan. Several times Mas Anto came to the house. Certainly not alone, he always comes with friends. All this time they didn't know about our closeness. In a short time I knew a lot about Mas Anto. Unfortunately every time I wanted to come to his house he always refused for various reasons.

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