Longsuffering

Wouldn't he?

This question

freezing for a moment in silence

silly and scented longing

- Vishnu

Bandung, Vishnu

7 Years Ago

Vishnu Pov

This Friday will be history for me. I'm going to meet someone through my dad's motorbike when I still bear the name of a prospective technical scholar. The Abah Caffe as my destination this afternoon. I decided to leave at 10 because Mother asked me to give pepes fish to the Rumi Tea house, the favorite menu of Indra kang, mother's favorite ghost.

Sure enough, Indra kang looks very happy to receive the hand that I bring. “duh mother, try if you want to stay with us, can eat pepes fish every day nih”. Kang Indra continued to express her desire to bring mother to live together in her house. But what to say, for the old house mother it holds many sweet memories with the late father.

Because the clock has shown at eleven thirty I decided to pray Jum’at at the mosque in the Teh Rumi housing complex.

“has jum’atan help teteh first ya”.

As usual, this one of my friends would at least want to see his sister relax.

“mau where else is tea? Holis Boutique or Cantika Boutique?” my many. What else will the Rumi visit besides a clothing store that will satisfy his heart every week.

“atuh Wis, apal meureun Kang Indra mah riweuh wae. It is difficult to be invited to untar-anteur teteh”. (come Wis, know that Kang Indra is busy constantly.hard to be invited to deliver teteh).

“until half hour 2 yes tea, I have two hours her” event

“iyah” answered happily. Actually I doubt, is enough an hour for my teteh this choose clothes. Ah, my teteh this scares me even more to get to know more closely with the name of a woman. Shopping for me is a time-wasting activity.

In a room that looks elegant with transparent glass, equipped with a soft fragrance room and accompanied by a sofa and table in light green I sat waiting for my neighbor who was focusing on choosing clothes, he said, in a boutique I have never been to this time, with you of course!.

I reopen the book of ashes that will be my introduction to the white woman named Wita. Oh ****..

Still remembered that night as he laughed at my unreasonable request. Not as absurd as it seems, but something I thought was funny.

“hahahaah.. read only mas there is no secret ko” replied at that time.

I opened the sheet of the book of ashes. I blinked my eyes, confused and inexhaustible. What does this writing mean?

The right corner of the paper he bambui with a picture of the sun listed a word “matemata”, then the rest of the page is filled with images that I think like a... caricature?, caricature?, I saw at a glance some formulas related to the image he made. And I can assure you, only the author understands.

Next page I see a different word, “English”. The caricature drawings he created were like keeping a message about the theory of article making. Uh. This is just a girl. I was a little disappointed, because in fact the book I found did not fully describe who Wita really was. What I found from the next page was the name of the subjects during my High School that were equipped with various caricature pictures.

Time shows fourteen less than ten minutes. Ogh, shit! I'm gonna be late. I approached Rumi's tea to remind her of her uniqueness when picking clothes. It could run out of Kang Indra's salary if it lingers here. After driving home, I decided to contact Wita through a short message.

Assalamu’alaikum

I'm sorry, I think I'm going to be late. God willing, in 15 minutes I arrive at The Abah Caffe.

Wa’alaikum salam

It's okay, Wita wait.

I opened the cafe door that became my destination today. I was a little surprised after seeing many people standing and looking at the table in the right corner of the cafe.

I heard a loud slap landing on the left cheek of the woman I was about to meet. Wita's..

“sok beautiful you Wita!, do not be adorable if you become a girl”, shouted the woman who turned her back on me.

“you think who you are, dare to snatch the boyfriend of the people” he continued again.

My move to save Wita suddenly came to a halt after hearing the woman's words in front of Wita.

“Sove stop!” pinta was the man next to her.

“I didn't snatch Sinta” guy's girlfriend replied Wita.

“hallah, if only you did not meet Satria now, you would have continued to”

“I did not meet Satria, we happened to meet. Aye Sat?” ask Wita to the man who had calmed the woman who had slapped her slap on Wita. For a moment I tried to understand the situation. I then stepped towards the place that was the center of attention of the visitors.

“then, what are you here for? Take the other shitty guys. Heu?”

“aku..” replied Wita hesitate.

“Wita, sorry I'm late” said I provoked the gaze of the three people who were fighting the ceremony.

“so this guy made you reject me Wita?”

“SATRIA!!” shouted the woman next to me who had been angry he was pointing to Wita.

“iyah,” answered me without pause.

“ayo Wit, we can find another place” I grabbed Wita's hand, then I took her body sauntered out of that heated place.

The streets of Bandung to the afternoon accompanied me. The passengers behind my bike sounded a little sobbing. I set aside my motorbike in a pharmacy. “maaf we stopped by here first huh?” ask me without asking for an answer from him. He only answered with a faint look and smile. I bought an ointment to treat the red cheek that had just been slapped by his friend.

“mas vishnu!” suddenly his voice sounded in my ear.

“i just go home, from here I can take angkot”, the request makes me surprised.

“eh, sorry we can sit there first?” I pointed my eyes and index finger at a bench on the terrace of the left corner of the pharmacy. “treat first cheek”, I poked the ointment I just bought and squashed my eyes on her cheeks that were flushed red from the slap of her friend. He smiled and then nodded.

Try the ointment I bought earlier to apply towards his cheek. I smiled looking at him, I saw the ointment that he rubbed over to the beautiful parts of his smooth skin. “let me help, the ointment so belepatan everywhere”. I took the ointment in his right hand, and then I applied it to his cheek that looked red. I can confirm that his friend's slap was very loud.

“eh.!”, he seemed shocked by my actions. Hey, let alone him, I'm just shocked by my behavior that's beyond my common sense control. I saw his eyes lowered, not one bit dare to look into my eyes which from earlier point towards his sweet face. But suddenly his eyes clashed with mine.

Deg-deg. Deg-deg.

“sorry for the inconvenience” he said released awkwardness by throwing his gaze towards the city streets.

"The woman who slapped me was my best friend. The anger could be the fruit of my mistakes”, obviously makes me a little wonder. I just quietly wait for him to continue cheerful. “this time may have reached the peak of his anger, who is not angry if the man who became his girlfriend actually wants another woman, his own best friend”.

He then turned to look at me, I looked at his sincere and sweet smile. A look and a smile I have never seen. Making my heart beat race faster than usual, bringing a soft sweat to my entire hand that I laid on my own palm.

“you... want to be my girlfriend?” I asked involuntarily to come out of my mouth.

“ha?”