Longsuffering

Bandung-Jakarta

the argument cannot be rationalized by logic.

what happened to the heart?

- Vishnu

Pontianak, Vishnu

Vishnu Pov

My vision this time brought an erratic heartbeat. I saw Adhis in Wita's lap. Wita unceasingly stroked my little Adhis hair. I was stunned for a moment when Kang Indra brought the camera closer to Adhis's forehead which had a long tear. It is certain Adis must be sewn.

Wita continued to tighten his embrace on Adhis who seemed unwilling to escape from Wita's embrace when the doctor asked him to sleep in the patient's bed. I even saw Wita unceasingly giving a hive to Adhis head.

“if Adhisnya I hug like this can still be processed do not dock, sew the forehead?” I heard Wita sayup-sayup asked the young doctor who would handle Adis.

“iyah, so good. Poor son” replied the doctor.

My attention and anxiety this time doubled. Looking at the two figures of women who became the center of all my life, at least first, yes one woman who once filled the arena of my life. Wita, how dare you reappear in my life. Did you intentionally make me suffer?. I don't understand what I saw today. Wasn't Adhis's teacher Fitri and Zahra? Why is it that looks now is Wita?. Are you planning something Wita? What pain will you give me Wita?. Do I really have to be careful this time?.

My mind this time was completely messed up. I took a breath that felt heavy on my chest. I stared at the leaves of the trees that wiggled themselves blown as breeze Kalimantan. I put my grip on the cafe fence on the second floor. For a moment the shadow of my Time in the past came to my sight. 7 Years ago.

Bandung, 7 years ago

“regular leave in the morning?” I ask a woman who almost every Saturday I meet at my place waiting for a bus to the capital.

“ah.. yes” he replied. He seemed surprised by the question I asked. I can confirm what he will do this time. He seems to be very happy to draw. I saw the pencil that always accompanied him scratch some curved lines and produce a picture in a colored book. I couldn't see clearly what image he always made this blind morning.

“what class?” I asked the question again. It feels like my lips can't stand to raise a variety of questions that make me curious. In these few months, the pretty face that her hobby of drawing was bound to be found at this stop.

“aku class 3”. He answered while looking at me and smiling. My God, those eyes, why make this heart beat. Though my intention is only to melt the atmosphere because it feels awkward in every week we have to be in the same place, both, both, and, at such a quiet time and a dark glint that slowly fades into the morning. Every 05:30 I can make sure I'll be in this place with him.

Yeah, on the weekends I have to make sure Mom's okay. I was his son whom he relied on so much that, after the departure of his father, his mother became often sickly. I asked permission from my om-ku who was also my boss while working in Jakarta to be able to return to Bandung on Thursday afternoon, until Saturday morning I will return to Jakarta. A sunday? Of course I will use it to do my myriad college tasks.

“SMA where?” much

“aku..” he paused his answer. He seems like a shy boy. He only answered what I asked, there was no chatter that he threw to just melt the atmosphere.

“SMA Country ***’” answer is short.

“angkotku has come, I first yes.. mas!”, the longest statement I heard from his thin lips. I gave a smile with a small nod. It seemed like he had to leave early in the morning to get to his school. Because the distance from here to get to school can take about 30 minutes. Favorite school in the city of Bandung is constantly hunted, as far as any distance that must be traveled. I can make sure he has good intelligence to be a State High School kid ***.

I forgot to ask her name. For a moment I realized something important I needed to know.

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A week has passed, my work is not too tiring this week. Om Danu only positioned me as a financial staff at the consulting company he had started for 10 years. Just as a staff assistant exactly. Although the job did not fit my field, but working to meet my tuition fees became my main reason for accepting Danu's offer. He knows how my family's financial condition is. Even though I'm married, but I don't want to spend my mom and dad's pension. Enough they sacrificed a lot for my s1 college. For my s2, let me handle it myself.

Thursday afternoon I was in the front seat of the bus majoring Bandung-Jakarta. There is a strong spirit today. I don't know what caused it. Returning to the city of Bandung became the most exciting and thrilling thing, for today. But one thing I can conclude, this Saturday morning I gasped for breath running towards the angkot which will take me to the stop where I was waiting for the Bandung-Jakarta bus. It shouldn't be too late, I thought while I was in the van. Five o'clock and fifteen minutes I'll make sure to arrive at the stop.

Five minutes. Even half an hour has passed. The girl I expected her presence to not arrive. Am I really late?, this is. fifteen minutes earlier than his usual arrival schedule. Is he sick?.

Almost three buses have passed, I should have decided to immediately be on the bus to the destination of the capital since then. But, disappointment approached me and raised a hope of meeting someone I did not know his name.

My eyes kept on going in all directions. Until the light of the sun slowly made sure that it seemed like I would not meet the person I was waiting for. Bandung-Jakarta bus seems to be traveling slowly from a distance, approaching this stop, a stop that is usually a place to wait for some people who will busy themselves to their respective places they go. If I count, there are already nearly twelve people who have come and gone in this place.

I breathed my heavy breath, contemplating my disappointment this morning. I lifted my backpack on my back, stood up from my seat on the sidewalk of the road to hurry up on the bus that was about to arrive. But my steps came to a halt when someone said, “aduh.. whose book is this?” feet tripping.

He took the ash book he was holding and a blue pencil that I knew. “anyway yes, where thick again his book” he grumbled and headed for the trash can that felt at the end of the sidewalk on my left. I stopped his steps.

“sorry sir, it's my friend's book!”.

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