I'm Afraid of Falling in Love

Friend Meaning

What does a friend mean to you?

- Blue-Eye

As usual, I was the first one to attend class. Fortunately today bring a novel, so it can drive away boredom by reading a novel. Bored, very bored. Reading a novel doesn't hurt my boredom.

The chair I was sitting on turned to face the window. Staring at the speeding vehicle. Every day the streets in front of the campus are never quiet, even at night. More and more crowded. The sound of wheel friction with the road, the echoing horn was heard all the way to the top floor of the campus. Where I see the crowded streets.

Across the street I saw people passing by, going in and out of the big enough campus. This life will never be as lonely as it is. The sound of the door opening made me look.

“Gemata.” The cry of someone who was now running small towards me made me rise.

He hugged us tightly, as if we had been separated for a long time. Three-month span, can it be called long, I don't know. I returned his embrace not less tightly.

She smiled sweetly at me. “Kangen.” His words made me smile. “Where is the holiday?” he sat in front, as usual.

Given the activities I've been doing over the past few months, there's nothing interesting. “Yes how is the holiday of Rahma Tea.”

Like most college students, it still uses books as a recording medium. “Acne the mountain again?” I asked who had kept a pencil and his friends at the table.

His smile was glistened on his white face, “So we peaked into the mountain of thunder.” Answer Teh Rahma who now plays her phone.

He fiddled with his phone, “ta photos yuk.” Ask me who is now reading a novel.

I shook my head, “not ah.” Reject me.

“Ayo dong ta, first lecture nih.” I was forced to fulfill his invitation.

“Smiles.” Forcing a smile even if you really don't want to at all.

Since I lost my phone a few years ago, I don't like taking photos, let alone taking selfies. When I was in High School, photos were like my hobby. Not High School since Junior High maybe I don't remember. At that time very intense phone sam**ng or Chinese brand that is still a little in demand. Unlike now, it is everywhere.

Since then I avoid activities called selfies, most occasionally if invited by friends, like now. Most often when meeting with my High School friends, it was only with five people that I was familiar with other ordinary friends. Not closely.

The sound of the door creaking again, the sign is that someone has entered again. This time I could not see who it was because it was sitting in front and the door was in the back, facing the window.

“Halo Gem, Hello Rahma.” It turns out that a new Sharif came, we took tos ria with him.

“Hai to Syarif.” I smiled at him who was sitting next to me. Apparently he's not alone.

“Hai.” In her name, the tall and slightly large woman was sitting in a corner near a Sharif.

Dwi and I have known each other since Ospek. Dwi was a close friend of my friend in the ospek group. Dwi is a fan of kpop, it is appropriate that ngorol with a Syarif, fellow kpop enthusiasts. I once asked him why he likes kpop, the answer was even more questions.

It's wrong if men like kpop, not really.

Time has shown at set 5, but my friends haven't come much. There were only a few children who seemed to be moving out of the density class. Teh Rahma herself has been busy taking pictures and chatting with Teh Syarah and Putri.

Their conversations don't seem to be as frequent as I'm just discussing around the world of authorship. Maybe that's why I'm not too close to them. Rahma Tea, Sharah Tea, Princess, Iis Tea, and Princess who often talk about their relationship with their boyfriend. Am I a single? How can I connect try?

After all, somehow discussing something personal often makes me feel uncomfortable. Only a handful of people I often confide in about my love affairs that can not be said good.

“Assalamualaikum.” A male lecturer whom I had never seen the trunk of his nose, I may have seen it this time.

He kept his bag on the chair and started to notice us. We now take our seats and sit up neatly.

“You know your father?”

“No.” Answer us in unison.

“Include father Budi's name. Mr. teaching management this time. bla bla.”

After the 4-hour trip, we prepared to go home. The first course was Pak Budi the second there is statistics that the lecturer had indeed taught from the first semester I studied here. I feel bored if I continue to study with that lecturer.

My other friends are planning to eat outside first. I didn't go because I was afraid to go home too late. The train! My screams rushed out of class.

***

“Teh Rahma I can ask you please do not make ojek pesenin onlie?” the distance of the house and campus that far makes me have to take the train, it's because I don't want to host.

This was my first time riding the night train. I usually go home to be picked up by my father or uncle. Rahma Tea types something before opening the gojek app. What is my day that is cluttered, but lives in a world that is all sophisticated.

“Oh can rest yes Permata.” His eyes focused on the phone, not staring at me at all. Different who have doi mah not jomlo like me. Just be a jewel!

I can see from the distance we stand side by side, Teh Rahma has opened the ojek onlie one application that.“But no pieces are okay.” Rahma's tea showed me her order.

I see the nominal listed, it is still natural. “Nothing is tea.”

“Where are you going ta?“ I don't know where the Sharia Tea is right next to me.

I stared at him who was also busy with phones like Rahma Tea, “mau to tea station.”

“Oh try me check the balance first yes. Hopefully there is still, because you like the promo if you use gopay.” I'm nodding. Behind the nature of Syarah Tea whose person is always late to college and late to work, he is a good person as well.

“You to which station?”

I mentioned the address, loading it turns out. Slightly agitated because Syarah Tea a little long fiddling with his phone. Afraid to miss the train.

“There is, well there is a promo just pay a thousand. You don't have to pay ta.” My eyes are bright. I told you this Sharah Tea is good.

I smiled sweetly and waited for Syarah Tea to wait in front, “thank you tea.”

“Sama-sama, let's wait in front. The driver is coming soon he said.” I nodded and followed the Sharia Tea that had already walked first.

Up ahead as usual then-pass the vehicle never receded. Especially at night, the rider runs it no slow, may want to quickly go home positive thingking Gem.

I looked at Teh Syarah who seemed to be replying to the message of the mamang gojek. “Teh syarah actually he uses vario motor?” I hesitate while occasionally paying attention to the vehicle that stops in front of the stop. The udaph stop itself is like a base. Online ojek lined up and cars that might have campus children sebrang also parked there.

Syarah Tea check back the driver, “ in the application really kok vario.” For the sake of convincing me Syarah Tea shows his phone, really but really no yes.

“Bentar tanyain used to be afraid of him using another motor.” I nodded even though he didn't see it.

Syarah Tea chirped towards the front. “Says it's in front of nih.”

Where we wait not nongol nongol daritadi, where the hell mamang gojek. Time saying. The most beautiful ride on the online motorcycle was like this time. Waiting for him who knows where he is.

“We go ahead aja yu nyebrang.” Take Sharah Tea.

With a furious feeling I followed the advice of Teh Syarah to cross. FYI, I'm afraid to cross, scared of a fast-moving vehicle that's about to hit something in front of it. Moreover, this is on the turn, a fork anyway.

“Where ya?” me and Teh Syarah looking for the whereabouts of the motorcycle taxi one, right nyebelin emang this one ojek artisan, daritadi said it in front. Where to try ahead? Your bald front!

Patience, patience his name is also man does not escape from wrong and sin, my rapal in heart. So upset want to be cancel it feels and find a driver just now.

A man who can either be said young or not come to us, he never ceases to check his phone. “Syarah.” Said the man to Syarah Tea.

Syarah Tea looked up, turning her attention from the phone to the man. “Iya.”

The man checked his cell phone again.

“Online ojek order on behalf of Syarah?”

“Order to station,” added.

I'm researching that guy, he's gonna be my driver of the mini mall. The feeling I just saw her wobbly eagle when I didn't meet ya, you know. Teh Syarah and the man finally showed each other's cell phones, just to make sure if they were not wrong people.

The man looked at me, “sorry yes long.” Regretfully.

I nodded, though inwardly eager to curse the man. I have missed the train ! You want to stop the train that has meteatu no?! Eager to say those words before him that would definitely be very disrespectful.

Without wasting any more time I immediately approached the bike, he thrust out the helmet, which I immediately put on. Ride the motor carefully, afraid of falling or later the skirt can be rolled with fingers is a danger.

The man saw me through the spy. “Already?”

I nodded foolishly, “already.”

He began to turn on his motorbike, preparing to slide through the streets of Bandung which is getting more and more crowded at night. I waved to Teh Syarah, “first Yes Teh Syarah. Thank you.”

Syarah Tea waved its hand. “Be careful yes, take care of my friend.”

Without many more words, now the moor has gone. The cold of the night angina made me close the jacket I was wearing. “Where are you going?” ask when we've been going.

“Mana course.” The important thing is to be close and close, already missed the train, I continued in my heart. “Important to arrive at the station,” added.

“OK ready.”

I like to enjoy the wind that hits my face and body when riding the bike. But these? can not be called enjoying also because the taxi driver is out through which way. Turn there, turn here, we're not to the point. Damn this carpenter, indeed ngeselinnya not responsible. I've been waiting for him to find me and I've been looking for him, now he doesn't know which way he knows I'm in time.

He took me out of the muters first. Often I pass here so memorize the fast lane and no, I think at the front turn was going to turn eh this is even straight. Even further distance to the station.

Tett tetttt tetttt

The train has come. Alamak late this mah, should wait another hour and a half possibility. I got off in a hurry when we got to the station, “thank you.” I said while giving her the helmet.

“Sama-“ I didn't listen to the continuation, the train was gone. I hate waiting! And the train could at least wait, let alone wait for me who was not important at all, I am the president!

“Don't forget to love five stars.” Shouted the carpenter, my hand forming an okay sign from a distance hopefully he sees my cue.

When I was about to give a ticket, the gatekeeper in front of me had already asked. “Where's tea?”

“Rancaekek.” Quickly answer who now sees the clock on the wall, five minutes late! The train has not yet left.

“Already can not buy a ticket, the train wants to leave this.” tuh right. Not long after the announcement of departure was heard and the train drove off, leaving me.

My shoulders slumped, along with me sitting in the waiting room chair, “yahh missed, ”kuuhku. My irregular breathing became a testament to today's struggle. Only a few minutes late, replaced by waiting for an hour and a half, less patience let alone try!

“The train has gone yes?” a veiled woman approached me who was lamenting the full fate of this drama.

Without looking at him I answered. “Iya tea.” Feeling that there was no point in staying here, I got up.

“Wait forward this mah.” That girl I can still hear. “One and a half hours of tea,” tells me before leaving that quiet station.

“Where to tea?” the woman's question stopped me from going down the stairs.

“Buy eat hungry.” My solute.

He stared at the ticket purchase there written ‘Close’, looking back at me. “Mau bought tickets,” bargain.

I saw the clock, maybe I will be long if you eat, “by deh, thanks ya.”

She smiled warmly, “sama-sama.”

Well, that word that came to my brain about her, “teha wants nitip.”

The fists made me continue my footsteps. Leaving the station that pisses me off.

I passed, leaving him in the waiting room alone. Fortunately, there are still good people in this world.My annoyance is even slightly reduced.