Longsuffering

TARA

Will your sorry touch breathe in my veins?

I don't need you to call me a human

- Vishnu

Bandung, Vishnu-Tara

SMA ALUMNI..

DULUUR .. don't tarelat. We want to join the meeting with the teachers at the school. Same with other forces.

Wish.. will be exciting this mah, meet the younger brother class euy…

Hahaha. inget same wife in Jang's house!!

By the way, we are the concept of the show ngajak wife. COMPULSORY!!

Those who do not bring a partner are considered teu payuu..

Hallah. Don't be so, offended yeuh. Hahaha

Reading the group message on his cellphone screen, reminded Vishnu that this morning he had to leave for Bandung to fulfill his promise to attend the grand SMA reunion. There are some provisions that Vishnu thinks are a little difficult for him. The committee carries the theme of “back to Djadoel”, which requires them to use clothes during High School first.

Ms. Ateuh Nyak, High School era clothes mah udah teu maruat. This stomach is on the cudgel.

Not accepting excuses, sok we pinter-pinter persiasati!!

The response of the organizers invited many protests. But this is the euphoria they feel, reminiscing about the most beautiful times in High School. The period of self-search, the time to build dreams, not infrequently for some people will be the most beautiful time called BP teachers and a period of being given short lectures from class guardians.

Vishnu, bring his son too!

Chat Irma in her private message room.

God willing, I brought Adhis with my brother too.

It's okay, don't forget to wear old clothes. Later the shirt that we make will wear fitting a gathering session at the Villa Rahma in Lembang.

Okay.

Vishnu decided to get out of his hotel room to immediately leave for the city of Bandung. Burhan was a little disappointed with Vishnu who suddenly decided not to attend the closing ceremony later tonight. “Badahat I mo nintuin gals sholehah to be my target nih”, seloroh Burhan on Wisnu on the sidelines of their dinner. “participants from Bandung”, Burhan continued. Vishnu could only shake his head in disbelief. “Moga success”, that sentence that Vishnu gave when Burhan explained will make a treat closing event. “We want to make a kind of farewell games, each group must represent its members to sing on the stage that we prepare, the style of old guitar lure ready to air”.

“hahahaha”, they then laughed together, laughing at the silliness that Burhan the best friend would do that said he was ready to choose a life partner, no longer a toy that he often broke up and dumped.

Initially, Vishnu did not intend to actually attend the reunion event. But his meeting with Wita yesterday made Vishnu sultry himself. Uncomfortable with his mood starting to get messed up. He better decide to move from that place and give a little space to just enjoy his life in his grand reunion in Bandung.

“Teh. nyimpen clothes Vishnu time SMA gak”, asked Vishnu before he start his four-wheeled vehicle.

“no oruh Wis, already love to others”.

“ya already ok teh”

“Make what?”

“today reunion, must wear SMA time shirt he said”

“ah aya-aya wae, or not enough. Back then your High School body was as big as Risyad. Now it's a fat cadaver. Uh. uh.. briefly.”, Rumi tea seems to think of remembering something.

“ada jacket bought by the late father, likes to be made with Risyad now, try asking Risyad!!”.

****

The jacket felt timeless in his life history. She wears it wherever she goes. Accompany the graduation period of High School, the times of being a campus activist, and the times of struggle Jakarta-Bandung to complete his ideals while accompanying Mother who has lost Father.

With that jacket, he met the Wita who has now become his nightmare. Until hastily leaving nothing left in the city even this country to run away from reality.

Vishnu with all his past with the jacket given by the father, parked his car on the shoulder of the school road that has been crowded with many vehicles. Cars, motorcycles with various license plates from different cities.

He then greeted many people, met some teachers and rewarded them with some batik he brought from Solo one month ago. Introducing Adhis and Teh Rumi to his old comrades. This is how it turns out the journey of life, he saw many figures that changed. With a different life.

His little daughter, Adhis, seemed happy with this bustling atmosphere. Adhis and Rumi tea chose to separate themselves from Vishnu and play with their peers.

This time Vishnu was talking to one of his friends first. Friends who often break into the back door of the school and get calls from BP teachers. Now transformed into a young figure of Islamic charismatic, authoritative and insightful.

“Gak allegedly so ustadz nih”, seloroh Vishnu.

“insyaf doonk. if I think you are the architect” replied the person who has the name Ridwan.

“hahahaha”, their laughter comes off without a burden. That is, the journey of someone who knows. Until both his eyes were fixed on the figure of a beautiful woman walking towards him. The woman who continued to stare fixedly at Ridwan with a fluffy smile.

“still remember?, Citra, our underclassman. Ridwan's ex-girlfriend playboy 3F IPA”, whispered Ridwan jemawa.

But not a beautiful figure Citra that makes Vishnu continue to focus his view. Rather, the figure of a man who was holding the hand of Citra with a friendly.

“Dia?”, Vishnu asked Ridwan curiously.

“Suami lah.” replied Ridwan as he stretched his legs approaching the former who was none other than his old high school junior sister.

As Vishnu's chest rumbled, anger now re-entered him. TARA, how dare he take another woman other than Wita?, is this how the man named Tara betrayed Wita?. When she approached them, Tara smiled at her. The clearer the face he remembers first on the screen of his phone.

“hai.. Tara. come join your reunion. Citra” Husband.

BUUGGG.

******

“hahahaha. I do not know you, enter you into the room BP Wis”, Pak Umar who is a few months away from his service to become a BP teacher this school is jockeying with a light voice. “you were really dream school time. So the head of OSIS, the star of the class, the dream of the teachers we begna mah. Eh even already so the director must be on the same level as the BP” teacher, Mr. Umar smiled again. “Sok you guys finish by talking!. You come out first. Citra hayu follow Father.. I want to meet Ayu who is said to be a doctor. Your husband was here with Vishnu”. Indeed, Mr. Umar the teacher of BP knows very well what to do Vishnu now.

“i did not betray Wita, Mr. Wisnu”, Tara denied the allegations that Vishnu accused shortly after Pak Umar and Citra left the room BP.

“because I don't have any relationship with Wita”. Tara continues.

“about the information Lala gave, right!, that I want Wita. But my wish did not materialize after Wita gave me firmness that he was waiting for someone, who I myself did not know whether someone was there or not. Because I know, Wita until now has not married”.

“i saw you with Wita in the wedding organizer” building. Vishnu tried to ventured to reveal what he knew

“that's what I regret. My silly desire to get my wedding items with Citra from her hand actually led her to the accident that Wita experienced”.

The accident? What accident did Tara mean. He did not know clearly the whereabouts of Wita after the incident. He just thought, Wita has really gone with the man of her choice.

“I hope the name of Wita is not revealed in front of Citra, Mr. Wisnu!, because it took a struggle for me to convince Citra that Wita is just my past that I never reached”.

“last I know, who is Wita waiting for. But I am a little disappointed Mr. Vishnu, the choice of Wita is too bad for him. You are too grumpy and quick to draw conclusions”, a crushing blow to Vishnu who pecked from sitting on the sofa of the BP room with a pat on the shoulder that Tara put on him.

"With.. Wita's.. Wita.." he murmured softly and trembled.

I'm sorry it's not enough for him to give her girl.