I'll wait for your promise
Nyicil Famous 2
This morning was not as usual. After the morning prayers I sat in front of the television. Mom and Dad were surprised to see me watching the morning news. Every now and then I approach them, picking up the cake at the table. Every morning Mom and Dad were watching the news while enjoying coffee and some snacks. I also go to make milk coffee to resist drowsiness.
“Tumben you don't sleep anymore.” Ask Mom after sipping coffee.
“You watch the news first, Bu.”
“Well, is that dong? You have to watch the news often to know the world. Kids today just watch the news don't like it. Which in watch soap operas continue.” Connect Dad.
“At Sumpah home I also watch the news continue.”
“That's because I was forced. I don't want to change another channel. I dare to bet, if Sumpah sleep you will immediately change the soap opera! Yes right?” Dad ate the cake again.
“What is important is that the title has seen the news, right?” I sipped milk coffee. Not long after that the news I was waiting for appeared. “This is the one we've been waiting for. Look at his son on television. Nyicil famous.”
“So accident witness is happy. You can reach the court.” Obviously Father.
“Loh how to get to court?” Ask wonder.
“Ya can. If the case is complicated and the victim's family does not accept. They can take it to court. You are told to be a witness there.”
“Wuaaaahhh... fun!!! Wonder what it feels like to be a witness in court? Let's just hope the cop calls and tells you to be a witness.” I smiled at the thought of that incident.
“Told to be a court witness really happy. Others simply avoid being witnesses. This is even kepengen. Weird kid!!!”
“Loh, Dad! Make experience? I've never been to court. Let me know what the court is like?” I got up from the chair. Squirms. Step into the room. “Sleep again ah..”
“Kok sleeping again. The responsibility is noon. Mending between Mothers to Market.” Mom stopped my steps.
“Sama Is with Ma. I have a lecture at Nine. One hour of sleep is good.” Enter the room and close the door.
While lying down I opened the HP. There are a few texts coming in. Most of my congratulations are on the news. Some also asked the details of the accident. Except Sanu who sms different.
- Good morning. Happy activity. So, yesterday to Jogya?
I'm also interested in replying.
- Yes so. I saw a fatal accident. I was interviewed by many people including the police. This morning also got in the news.
how did he become a witness to an accident. You saw what happened.
- No. When I passed the victim was dead. But because I was the first to see it, it's a witness. How to be a journalist. Teach me dong? If there's another accident, I can be a citizen journalist. It's pretty good.
- How to teach if you don't meet.
can't get through sms or phone calls?
- I don't have to meet in person. It's hard to get on the phone.
- Yeah…
- :)
I no longer reply to Sanu's text. My sleep time is up for smsan with him, now hurry up to take a shower and get ready for Campus. Today must not be late to meet the man of longing. I want to encourage her before entering the awareness room. I waited in the front seat of the room, looking right-left, hoping he would show up. After waiting for quite a while, a man in a white shirt with an alma mater on his arm came along with an orange-clad woman. I'm surprised!! Hope being the first encouragement was destroyed instantly. I approached with disappointment.
“Hopefully Success yes Mas. Hope the results are satisfactory. Sorry I'm just a minute, want a lecture.” Small smile.
“Thanks yes. It's been a time to come here.” Anto returned my smile.
I smiled slightly staring at them alternately then quickly left. One tear fell on the cheek. I shouldn't have come. This incident will only hurt my heart. It was not my presence that he expected. However, I tried to strengthen my heart to continue to meet him after college. The woman was still faithfully waiting for Mas Anto in front of the awareness room. Maybe they have turned it back? I approached, sitting next to him. Some of the community friends were standing anxiously, occasionally they peered into the room. And so does his classmates.
“Mas Anto has not been in.” Ask pleasantries.
“Kira ten minutes lah.” Ma'am Anggi replied, he looks very anxious.
“Kok Late Mbak. Not Mas Anto's schedule an hour ago.” I looked towards him.
“The lecturer has just become a tester in another space.”
“Kok Timetable collision yes.”
“Ngak collision. They've been testing the schedule before. But eventually. At least he won't graduate.”
“Kok Mbak knows?”
“The characteristics of people did not pass the assessment was his test long ago, he slaughtered all-out with the examiners. Continue when it is finished looking limp, moody, some even cry.”
“Emang Mbak udawatan.”
“But.”
“Kok knows that people don't pass their traits like that.”
“I often wait for awareness people. Tomorrow if you have a thesis often see a conscious person. It can reduce tension. Kayak now.”
“From earlier also asked.”
“Iya. But want to ask outside the topic.”
“Emang want to ask what?”
“Ehm... ehm.. Mbak reverse yes same Mas Anto.”.
Anggi smiled widely. It seems like he's holding back a laugh looking at me.
“Emang why if we reverse. Jealousy?”
“Ngak. For what jealousy.”
“Halah!! Don't lie. Do you like Anto?” The beautiful woman dressed in flowers glanced at me with a slight smile.
“Hah!!! Naw. Who says Mommy?” I was misbehaving. My feelings are known to others.
“Anto Words!!” Pretending to look the other way.
My face has changed. I was silent for a moment, ”Emang Mas Anto any story Ma'am?”
“A lot!! Relax, I'm just here to see the consciousness.” Anggi smiled, looking at me. “The lecturer is gone. Come there.” We'll stand up soon. Hurry to meet Mas Anto.
Friends congratulated Mas Anto, including Mbak Anggi. Mas Anto looks very happy. His wide smile made his dimples clearly visible. I wanted to congratulate him, but I was ashamed. He seemed to be busy answering questions from his friends. Sometimes they take photos together. I could only look at him from the door frame. Mas Anto looked at me and smiled. I ventured to approach him.
“Congratulations yes Mas. Hope the result is satisfactory.” I shook his hand.
“Amiin.. Thanks yes.” Mas Anto immediately turned to another friend who took a photo together.
I left them. Sit in front of another room. Waiting for something to be comfortable meeting him. Not long after, they left the room. He didn't see me at all. Disappointed I left.
Step by step I poked my feet down the stairs. The left hand held onto the iron handle. These eyes do not see what, the shadow of the man can not disappear even though he has ignored me. How poignant, considering his face was smiling widely when talking to his former lover. However, her smile was not that beautiful when she was with me.
A pat on the right shoulder woke me up from the daydream. Someone lined me up, walked in slowly.
“Neither see Anto awareness?” Ask, start a conversation.
“It's done. His man also came home.” Answer, lirih.
“Kok you are moody, how is the recognition Anto?”
“No how-how Mas, it looks like it might work.” My gaze led to a group of people behind the window.
“Owh, that's why you're moody?” The man next to me stared at the mob.
I fell silent
“You like yes same Anto?”
I looked up, looking at him. “Kok said that, Mas?”
“Yes, how not to say that. Your attention to Anto is as different as your attention to others. Is it natural that we are suspicious?”
“We?” I repeat that compound word.
“Iya, ka-mi. Me and friends.” The man in the hat made his words clear.
“Emang looks great huh, Mas?”
“Ehm.” He stopped at the last rung of the stairs, turning his body to look at my face. “I don't think he deserves your love, Dif? Try to forget it.”
His words surprised me, I looked into his eyes. Little probing. “What do you mean Mas said like that? Are you saying that my love is only worthy of you?”
Mas Ibram's face was shocked. He scrunched his forehead. “Kok you so say that? I mean fine, I don't want you to hurt.”
“Which hurts me or you Mas? Don't pretend, I know you like me. But you can't force me to like you too. Please understand Mas, that love cannot be forced.” I went half-run.
“Loh loh loh... Dif? Not-” Almost Mas Ibram chasing, but hindered by his friend who greeted him.
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