JIWO PROMISE

Heart Jiwo

Hey how are you doing away there

suddenly remember the memories we once worked on

I think I managed to forget you

How dare those memories come smiling....

Jiwo immediately smiled slightly when he heard the lyrics of the song.

How are you, Wit?

........

Even though our paths do not meet

But still beautiful to me

May also for you....

You know I let you go

I just miss, I just miss

Won't try to take you

I just miss

Thats all...

Yeah, I still miss you a lot, Wit...But it's fine. I can still handle this, like before.

.......

Failing, this time failed to hide

behind the wise words

Which always makes me look tough

It shattered hope

which I always believed....

..........

(Failing to Hide - The Rain)

Jiwo bribed his order noodle godog while diligently listening to a song that sounded with the volume right in the ear - not too tight, not too soft - from the active speakers perched on the wall, right on the table where I enjoy my godog alone.

There are no other visitors at this time because the husband and wife who were sitting behind him had left some time ago.

The night was already quite late. Almost eleven o'clock last night when he came out of his mother's house.

His stomach was hungry, but only vegetables were left at the dinner table.

So he arrived at this Javanese bakmi warung alone by using his sister's motorcycle.

"When is Mas Jiwo?" asked Pak Harto, a seller of godog noodles while sitting on a bench near his cart, two seats away from Jiwo's seat.

"Yesterday, sir." replied Jiwo while smiling at the seller who already knew him from their previous conversations.

From there Pak Harto knew the name Jiwo, where to live, and where to work.

Moreover, every homecoming Jiwo always eat in this place even though once.

"Tomorrow if going home again maybe Mas Jiwo will not meet this gerobag again here" said Mr. Harto with a smile.

"Where are you moving, sir? Tomorrow I'm still looking for it." said Jiwo as he widened his smile.

"Two weeks away from moving west of the market, Mas. Make a semi-permanent stall so that it can be from the morning of the sale" said Mr. Harto with a smile.

"That's good. Alhamdulillah if it can develop." said Jiwo with a happy voice.

During this time Pak Harto was selling in front of the iron shop. Once the iron shop closed at five o'clock, Mr. Harto could only hold his merchandise with three tables filled with four chairs each.

For almost ten years he sold at this location.

"Yes, Mas. Thank God the child's capital is given. Leased vacant land in the west of the market there for fifteen years. Made a semi-permanent stall all together. He said that his mother could sell soto and lotek every morning until the afternoon there. Later from afternoon until night it was his father's turn to find money." Pak Harto's story with a proud and happy look that can not be hidden.

""His wife sells, too?" asked Jiwo with an amazed look.

Mr. Harto used to tell me that he worked on building projects every day. Then there after work he sold Javanese noodles until midnight.

"Where do you work, sir?" ask Jiwo to extend the chat.

Mi on the plate is already barren.

Want to go home also confused to do anything because all residents of the house have slept while he himself is not sleepy. There is no harm in chatting with Mr. Harto who happens to be not busy while his trading is also not over.

"In Bekasi,Mas. From graduating school he was invited by his cousin to work there. He has not moved a factory for nearly six years. Alhamdulillah now has a position even though only a supervisor." said Pak Harto while smiling proudly again.

"Supervisor has also had quite a lot of salary, sir" Jiwo said with a smile.

"Yes said. I never asked him how much his salary was. Shame,Mas. The important thing is that he can save, can make his future later, we are very happy." said Pak Harto again.

"Have you not married yet, sir?" ask Jiwo again.

"Yet. He said he thought of his marriage later, waiting for his youngest brother to graduate school first. Want to do the job first for his sister. InsyaaAllah this year the youngest graduated. So the fastest he gets married next year." replied Mr. Harto later.

The second conversation ended because there were two buyers who made Mr. Harto had to move from his seat.

After paying for the food Jiwo casually drove his motorcycle down the streets that began to be a little quiet.

Intentionally taking a direction away from the direction home.

He wanted to go down the path of his childhood first. The road that every time he went to school he always went by side with his friends.

He smiled slightly as he remembered always being afraid when he met the Provost officers who often stood guard to check on AU members who had indeed passed the same path.

Sometimes there are Provost officers who deliberately scare him and his friends with their voices that seem firm and fierce. Actually just to joke.

"Their memory..." muttered Jiwo while chuckling softly as he remembered he and his friend deliberately walked down as deep as possible and walked as fast as possible when passing two or three Provosts standing on the side of the road so as not to be reprimanded.

Jiwo stopped the speed of his motorbike next to the monument with a decorated peak of Garuda birds.

It looks very pretty now with spot light highlights from several directions.

Jiwo down from his motorbike when he saw there were still some people sitting on several chairs in a small park that surrounded the monument.

He sits alone on a Manila lawn beside his motorbike.

His eyes stared at the road in front of him. The road where he and Witri used to go to school.

He'll always try his way behind that fierce chick. Walk five to ten meters. Never dare to walk side by side.

"When can I move on, Wit? You are happy now. I tried to let you go. But I still can't open my heart to other girls. Keinget you continue." muttered Jiwo sadly.

His eyes were now staring at the bright expanse of sky with a sprinkling of stars.

His mind flew towards a woman's face that he could no longer take with him through the future.

Jiwo breathed a heavy sigh.

Already twice his return, his mother began to openly mention his future wife.

"There's no candidate yet, Bu. Just pray." That's all Jiwo can say to his mother.

"Your sister said yesterday that her boyfriend would propose next year. Cook you must be skipped, Wo.." said Mother riled.

"No papa, Mom. Lily is a girl. It's okay if he wants to get married first. I'll help with the wedding expenses" Jiwo said later.

"Mom's not asking you to discuss Lily's wedding expenses, Wo. I'm talking about who your future wife is." said Mother with a slightly irritated face.

"Not yet, Mother...Udah, Mother just calm, pray my soul mate immediately close and put together with me." replied Jiwo with a smile of embarrassment.

"Mumpung Mommy is still healthy,Wo.m still can nemenin you propose to people's children. I want to see you get married. Whoever he is from he is sholehah and obedient to you, I will be blessed" said Mother again.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you for letting me choose. Hopefully soon I can love mother-in-law ya." said Jiwo while holding his mother's hand. His own heart was back rowdy from being restless with the huge 'PR' from his mother.

Until the night passed the peak and the clock on Jiwo's wrist showed a time of almost half two nights, Jiwo just left the monument park.

Moving home through the increasingly quiet Solo road while staring at a piece of the moon above.

I've let you be happy with your soul mate, Wit. I'm trying to get everything.

Stay happy there.

See you in another scenario from God for us.

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