JIWO PROMISE

Broken

Jiwo POV

I talked to Witri at the meatball stall next to Witri's school for a long time.

Lukman and Astuti. They're talking at another table in the same stall.

I almost fainted when Lukman dragged me into the stall while taking Witri.

I don't have any money at all.

How will pay for my snacks and Witri snacks?

"Just calm. Wear this first. You change tomorrow

a hundred times more if you are successful. Okay?!" whispered Lukman - while inserting limaribuan money in my hand with his left hand while his right hand took soy sauce in front of me - when Witri pampit out briefly from the stall because there is a friend who wants to talk.

With the limaribu money is enough to pay for our meatballs and iced oranges later.

"Ready! Thank you, #Dab." I said deeply moved.

I'll take this as my debt to him.

I promise I will replace this kindness as he will. A hundred times the money he lent me to treat Witri this time.

Lukman and I had just left SMEA after Witri took the bus home. While Lukman's girlfriend has returned home picked up by her brother.

Since that day there are still four times I met with Witri at his school. Of course along with Lukman who also mojok himself with Astuti at another table.

I'm still horrified to have to wait for Witri alone after school at her school gate.

There are so many girls, and I am not mentally strong to face the various voices and styles of the girls who intend to attract my attention.

Thank God my face many say it is quite interesting although not very handsome handsome as well.

Friends say eye catching. I don't know what they think attracts attention.

The last time I met Witri was at school there was a farewell event.

After the farewell event we met and talked only briefly because Lukman had to go home soon because his bike would be used by his father.

There is no serious talk we are talking about other than a promise to send each other by mail when we will be separated.

He just said he would not take a job offer at his place PKL because there is required to make up and must wear a skirt over the knee also high shoes.

"Where can I like that? Just imagine I was sprained" said Witri at the time.

As usual, his face was grumbling with a frown.

I just kept imagining that Witri was dressed like that.

Definitely beautiful. There will be a lot of guys chasing him.

Oh no. I don't like to imagine the last part.

"You're the serious PKL. Who knows, tomorrow we could go work there. Work in the mine to be rich" Witri said with a smile on my feet.

"Aamiinu. I want to be rich so I can call you." I said at the time.

I don't know where I got the courage to say that sentence because I really said it.

That's not a joke.

That's one of my ideals.

Applying for Witri, making her my wife, and making her happy forever.

That's my big mind.

The ideals that only Mbak Rini told me about.

"I pray for your ideals to come true" Witri said with a cheerful laugh looking at me. His eyes looked so sparkling as if there was some shock in them.

The first laugh I saw was with me.

And that laughter warms my heart.

Real warm.

Even when just remembering it in the years after that last meeting.

Now I sit alone in the meatball stall on the same bench where I last met and talked to Witri.

Even the ex type that says 2J that I scratched in the corner of the table is still there even though it is dull in color.

Witri pen scrawled with the words Jiwo-Jawi is still in the other corner of this table.

I rubbed the two writings with a chest full of longing.

Five years have passed since that day. And I don't know where he is right now.

The promise to send each other a real letter was only made twice.

It was all my fault.

My job when the PKL turned out to have to go in and out of the forest with the company's expedition team who are looking for a definite point where there are potentially many coal.

There was no chance for me to send a letter because the position for almost the whole month was in the forest.

The second letter from Witri I could not send a reply even though I had written it.

There are things that make me fail to send a reply letter.

"Mase isn't the one who used to like it here with Witri?" The maam who delivered my order meatballs looked at me somewhat doubtfully.

My smile immediately widened hearing the name Witri called.

"Yes, Mother. By knowing Witri too, Ma'am?" ask me while holding my back so she knows I'm asking her to have a more serious conversation.

"Yes know. He is famous among SMEA students first" said the Mbak while sitting at the table next to my desk, like deliberately keeping our sitting distance so as not to get too close.

"Condang huh...?" I muttered not surprised. Either his famous as a child, or famous because his brain is quite thin.

"He's a pinter, Mas. Representing Jogja participated in the National Student Skills Competition also first." Mbak's story.

Cool.cool...

"Isn't she dating Witri?" mbak asked it made me almost choke on the meatballs I had made spicy.

I chose to shake my head to answer it.

The boy nodded in understanding.

"Kirain wants to be your soul mate, Mas. It used to be on seneng if you've been squirming the two of you here" said the mother made my smile automatically expand.

It turned out that our silence was the center of attention as well at that time.

"Mase has not heard that Witri wants to marry?"

"OHUK !!! UHUK !!! UHUK !!!"

YOGG!!!!

this time not only the meatballs that made me choke, but the meatballs that just reached the middle of the throat managed to come out again into the mouth, and my nose became the way for the meatballs to come out.

My hand that was about to grab my drinking glass somehow slapped it until it shattered on the floor

Ma'am looked shocked and looked a bit panicked when my cough did not also subside while staring at the glass that had been headed.

Be ill.

My nose is hot and spicy.

My throat feels pain.

Especially heart.

Crumpled to pieces like broken glass scattered on the floor.

My cough slowly subsided after lightly clapping my chest and the white water that was immediately taken.

I took a few deep breaths repeatedly to calm my feelings that instantly sucked up.

Witri is getting married?

He'll leave me with another man.

"I'm sorry, Mas. Even make the njengan not tasty." said the Mbak was full of regret.

"No papa, Ma'am. I'm not papa. It was just a shock. Because I think Witri will marry later after the age of 25 years as he said before." I said as much as possible to calm my upright face.

"Maybe because the candidate is a soldier and wants to leave Java, so a quick marriage so that it can be immediately carried to his place of duty" said the Mbak gave me one more information.

Witri will be the wife of a soldier apparently.

On top of my sadness and heartbreak, I must be grateful that Witri has a husband who is clear about her future.

"Who's the candidate for Witri?" ask me again with pain in the heart.

"The guy here too. But the candidate is a task in Aceh." replied the Mbak while looking at me at a glance.

"Witri likes it here, huh, Ma'am?" manya curious.

"Never. Just came here two weeks ago to make a meeting with his friends. That's why I know he wants to get married. He didn't say anything, just fishing rods. He said Masnya say." said the Mbak while smacking a smile.

DUARRR !!!!!

My heart is no longer there at this moment.

Not only the heartbreak I feel, but also the sense of regret and guilt.

Is it because there was no reply to the letter that made him decide to have a relationship with another man?

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

I was enjoying my vacation for two weeks and as usual, I chose to go home to see my mother and brothers.

My return this time is more special because Mbak Rini is getting married.

He chose to return home after a large PHK in the company where he worked first then worked in a silver craft factory in Kotagede. That's where he met his soul mate.

Lucky Ms. Rini got a PHK when I was able to sustain my family's life. Taking over the responsibilities that used to be done by Mbak Rini and Mas Tri.

Mas Tri is married and has had a baby for almost a year. Automatically he can no longer support the economy of our family as before.

He has a responsibility to support his own home.

And Rini is like that. He will have his own needs after the household.

Then the responsibility of helping the continuity of my sister's education and helping the needs of my mother's house will be carried. It's falling time for my turn to do it.

All this time we never expected help from Mas Ranu because he did not want to be given the responsibility of supporting the needs of the house.

It'sit's okay.

Maybe he should be different in our family.

Is not every family usually one child whose attitude is opposite to the attitude of other brothers?

My father died two years ago of chronic asthma.

I regret not being able to take him to his final resting place because I was only two days in Japan, training to represent the company I worked for.

The return permit is obviously impossible to give.

My mother will now live with four of my sisters after Rini will come with her husband.

...💧💧💧 b e r s a m b u n g 💧 💧💧...

#Dab \= Mas . This is the language of the camp that was originally commonly used by thugs in Jogja, especially but so the trend among the people of Jogja, especially young people.

This language was created by reversing the use of letters in the Javanese alphabet.

This language used to be a cipher language used by soldiers who served as telik cipher (eyes-eyes) in the reign of Sultan Agung so that the language was not understood by the eyes of the Dutch.