Longsuffering
Unsheathing the Past Story
If I could ask for time
Please stop the past
So that I don't have to break up
Spooked an old story
-Wita
Bandung, Wita-Rani-Pingkan
You have the heart, Wita, you really can't wait?
A message arrived in the thick mobile phone he was holding. Shaking he read as if he did not understand while frowning.
Ting..
Not yet had time to reply to the message he just received a message back landed on the screen that he had seen earlier.
For that asshole? I can be even better than him!
Sweat began to bring his body heat up. Immediately he pressed the phone button to make a call to the owner of the message.
“ayoo.. lift donk” her lips vibrate. It was hard even to faint a little breath. He repeated it again and again. But there is no answer.
Even you wear the clothes I gave you, to just prepare for your wedding with that man? You really let me down Wita.
He looked at the clothes attached to his body. That guy is here! He ran out through the door to the road. Call back the sender of the message. “ayoo lift once only. Plisss” murmured incoherently as he put his eyes in every direction he could see.
“hallo. mas. alhamdulillah” he breathed a little relieved because his call had been lifted. Immediately he continued his sentence, “Wita apologized. This ...”
Tooot..
His gaze immediately caught a red shadow. As fast as lightning greet the pause sign. There was a buzzing sound in the ears. BRAAAK. His vision slowly settles into a faint, his cellular that he tightly grasped slowly detaching. Then secretly his sight was not there. THE BLACK!
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The pink backpack collides with her tiny back. A pair of sneakers accompanied his feet stepped towards the matic motor which was being heated by his sister. “thank you say!” the burly shoulders of the little brother in the blue box shirt were always ngangenin to be patted. Even in every day. “suy, say, suy, say... cihh”. It seems that his younger brother never felt happy with the dreadful seduction he made every day.
A smile. That's all he releases in pink lip smudges of blushing lip dyes.
“bismillah, let's start today with ceria”. A little patted the motorcycle seat with fingers and then steadied themselves down the alley of the house that is not too wide for him to pass, through the favorite matic motorbike of course.
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“let them be in their world, playing for children is comparable to working for adults. In popular terms children in the age range of 4-6 years are in the golden age phase. A golden age that will have no room to repeat itself. Therefore, let's reward their heyday with the best effort”.
Closing statement that he gave exactly at 10 am according to the rundown of the event that has been compiled by his school pantia. Gemintang Dewun School is indeed the favorite school of a small town that is now modern. The school, which is like a playground, becomes a classy place for young mamahs (as people call it), in fact, not infrequently become a gathering of socialites with the name of parents beloved baby.
Certainly not so completely. Because in a spacious and luxurious meeting building, precisely in this school, many pairs of eyes are on the speaker, Dewita Maharani, the owner of a matic motorcycle dressed in a pink backpack, with current wedges shoes (of course). His sneakers?, he kept under the desk of the office he occupied at this school.
Ash-colored book, tucked insider with a picture of Tedy Bear giving his protege accompanied the night of Wita before this morning arrived. Not for him to note with a daily outpouring of heart scratches like the High School kids as long as they used to be. Because such things had long since been left behind. That night he struggled with a pen to record the important things he would convey to hundreds of pairs of eyes tomorrow. There can be no confusion! Because they are not nuts. His favorite school is loved by the higher-ups, businessmen and even the state apparatus. Getting a convoluted experience, he was threatened by law enforcement to be prosecuted to the green table because the child did not win the race. Fiuuuhhh deal with small children, but it's really stressful. Hehe.
A smile accompanied his fingers and pen that night, not to forget the ash-colored book. “aku tuh not the principal, or the owner of the Foundation, but his dependents felt every beginning of the school year huh?” he muttered just before he folded his ashes and put them in the pink backpack he picked that night. Yes.how not, all full trust was given to him. To handle this annual event, the event welcomes new students' parents to be captivated by their hearts who have invited their schools to their hearts.
Wita PoVs
“Wit, which laptop is it?”
“punyaku aja” replied me origin when opening my sneakers on my work desk. This one friend of mine is indeed yahut, all have been prepared perfectly. I saw the room that would be my grill just before entering the office space. Infocus complete with audio devices that are ready to be connected to the screen of my laptop later, two pens on the speaker table, and a cup of sweet tea that is still steaming. Hehe, Rani is indeed a mainstay friend. I took the sweet with satisfaction. I brought it and I put it on the table.
“thank you yes, for the tea” I rolled my eyes while scooping the warm tea was full of appreciation.
“hallah, thank you every day, when at any time I made turbid water with you. Water vat turbid, natural water we are okay” he replied as he sauntered away carrying my laptop for him to install. In addition to its ability to provide various facilities, Rani who is only a high school graduate also has the task to provide all the needs of teachers at this school. Rani is not assigned to sweep the floor, or mop up closet dust. He is only assigned to ensure all the needs of the teacher can be met. Teaching materials, learning tools, and morning and afternoon energy supplies, Teacher Service!. What kind of school is this? I really have to be grateful, although sometimes it is a little uncomfortable because I have to continue to bother my best friend this one.
“Mother Pingkan, please accompany this unsolicited girl until safe ya”. Sucks, I just praised Rani, my best friend, her disgust has started to appear. “don't forget please her parents' absence is researched, and her, time ajah there is om his children or duda cool who mo khilaf ngawin ni girls weathered” he continued while pairing the infocus cable that has not gone on.
I threw the paper I had squeezed into his head “gandeeng!” reply upset. Where there is a present list of researched, indeed what viruses should be studied. Sableng.
“Hahaha.” he laughs happily instead. Yes please be happy. At least I gave you happiness today. Tsk…
“Kalem Teh Rani, I've brought a microsope for the handsome boys pantengin today, young leaves or old leaves, sikaat. This year Mother Wita must immediately sell out. Research is definitely accurate!” answer Pingkan who will moderate me today, no less creepy while showing index fingers cutting his neck. What is sacrificial meat?. Huuh dasaar, the most seneng like making me sprained this morning.
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“Alright, thanks to Mother Dewita Maharani, M.Psi who has so clearly and straightforwardly explained about how important it is to prepare children early on for their future lapan” an elegant sentence slid from the mouth that this morning just mocked me. Huu. We are indeed good at playing roles huh. I am glad I imagined it myself.
“Selajuntnya, momy and Papy, Daddy and Mommy, Mama and Papa or Umi and Abi can pour out their hearts to Mother Wita this time, questions or statements can be yes. For the progress of all of our schools, for the progress of our children of course” Pingkan the guru centil was back to continue. Some people brandished a hand sign of good attention during the duration of approximately one hour earlier.
My smile expands. I always succeed in sending messages. Especially the message about the best education for children who are funny. I then moved off the podium. Approaching women who are about the same age as me, he was enthusiastic about explaining his happiness to send his son here. Looks like he married young, this young man has had a 4-year-old child.
I continued to approach the woman, carefully listening and occasionally sending a smile to the young mama. But my smile instantly receded as my eyes turned to someone who unceasingly looked at me sharply. Just behind the woman who spoke. The gaze that I once recognized was as warm as the sun, the gaze that always shook the soul, the gaze that was always missed. Now draw sharp as a flash of lightning that struck.
Wisnuku, my man 7 years ago…
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About the title, Selesa is a synonym of a word that has broad meaning. Although this word comes from the word nuanced Malay, but has become part of KBBI. Selesa Rindu, a name about the true breadth of longing meaning, in this story that contains various meaningful messages. Hopefully!
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