Love is Not Finished

CHAPTER 15: Cost

Ospek day one is over.

After returning home, I walked with my fellow majors.

We all introduce ourselves one by one, while waiting for the campus bus at the stop that has been provided.

The weather is hot, but because of the many lush trees, so it feels cool and cool.

I asked one of my girlfriends. Called Prita.

"Prita, are you costing me?" my many.

"Yes Zanu, in the New Market," he replied.

"Well, coincidences. Want to help me find a hostel around there?" ask again.

"Byeah, in my place a lot of boarding places. You just want to choose what type and price. There are also those who already provide mattresses, cabinets and others. Like the hostel I'm in now" replied Prita.

"At the kost you've got nothing empty?"

"It looks like there is, upstairs. We'll ask her directly to the hostess,"

"OKAY. We go there. Thanks to Prita,"

"Together,"

Bus's coming. We go in with happy hearts. A moment of exhausting ospek today we forget. The bus is headed to Pasar Baru.

Pasar Baru already provides a special stop for students.

For those who live through Pasar Baru, other alternatives can use public buses from the campus or Angkot from Pasar Baru.

Prita and I rushed down. We're on foot to Prita's boarding house. Incidentally, the hostel is not too far from the stop and is located on the side of the road.

From far away it looks pretty big and nice. Consisting of two floors, there is a garden and garage that can fit about 4 cars. Guess what, this hostel must be expensive.

"Come, in. My place is downstairs, the front is near the living room" Prita said as she opened the fence.

I followed Prita from behind. I noticed one by one the situation there. Everything looks neat and clean. It seems like anyone who lives here, in guaranteed will be at home.

Suddenly a middle-aged mother appears from the inner garage door.

"Bi, here Bi," call Prita.

"Yes Non?" answered the mother while rushing the way to Prita.

"Mommy's at Bi's house? This is a friend of Prita's who wants to see the empty room above. There are no residents, right Bi?" ask Prita.

"Mommy there's Non, again inside. The upper room has no one yet Non," replied Mother politely.

"Oke Bi, thanks for the info. We'll just meet Mami inside, right away,"

"None Good,"

Prita and I immediately set foot towards the side door. When I entered, I saw the garden inside and there was a swimming pool. Waw!

Is this the Sultan's son's boarding house?

From a distance, I saw a middle-aged mother watering flowers. She was dressed oddly but looked elegant.

Maybe this is the one with the cost, I thought.

Prita rushed to him.

"Mommy, what else?" ask Prita while kissing the hand of the mother.

"Eh, son Prita. I finished the oseknya.. Again nyiram flowers. This is who Prita is," asked Mami directly to the point.

"This is my friend Mommy, one major. Name's Zanu. We just met today. Zanu wants to see Mi's empty boarding room" replied Prita.

"Zanu Auntie, uh," I put my hand out and Mami greeted her.

"Don't call Auntie nak Zanu. Just call Mommy. Let's go straight up," said Mami with a friendly smile and let us go upstairs.

"Yes Mami" I replied.

Mami walked first, Prita and I accompanied her from behind. We go up the stairs and go straight to the empty room.

My mother opened the door with the key in her hand.

Clamps! Door opens.

I went into the room. I saw the room was quite spacious like a hotel room. There is a bed, a closet, a work desk, a tiny chair table, a refrigerator and AC.

There is a bathroom as well, along with a cold and hot shower. Trus there is a tiny terrace outside the big window as air circulation. Can make hanging out or just reading in the breeze.

"Where is Zanu, are you interested in staying here?" asked Mami with a smile.

"The room is very nice and complete Mami. I think I can stay here. How many months Mi?" askaku.

"All the rooms here are six hundred thousand a month. Already catering morning, day and night," explained Mami.

In 2000, rent a boarding house with such a price was wow. Naturally the price is according to the quality obtained in this place.

"OK Mami. I will ask my parents at home. If so, maybe tomorrow I will stay here" I replied.

"Okay, Mami's gonna have Aunt clean this room. For the rules at this boarding house, son Zanu can ask Prita or who has lived here for a long time," said Mami.

"Good Mommy,"

"Well, let's just talk downstairs,"

We're out of the room and heading downstairs. I saw that Auntie had prepared drinks and snacks in the living room.

"Let's taste the drink as a snack, son," said Mami.

Prita and I sat down and took a teapot to pour into the glass. Then we drink and start picking up snacks on the table.

"Mommy, I can't stay long. Because I have to go home soon, afraid to go home last night," I said starting a chat.

"Where does Zanu live?" ask Mami.

"On Prn Mami. The journey from here is about 2 hours if you take the bus, it is also if it is not jammed in the road," I replied while spending drinks.

"Oo yes already. Nak Zanu is coming home soon, it's going to be late afternoon. Greetings to his parents.. Be careful on the road" Mami said.

"Come Mami. Thank you for the banquet,"

"Together,"

"Prita between Zanu to the front first Mami,"

Mami nodded. Prita and I walked through the side door, near the park and the pool.

Arriving at the front, Prita and I hugged.

"Thank you Prita for helping me. Thankfully there are you. I hope my parents agree that I live here" I said.

"Yes Zanu. Glad to help. Hopefully we can have one hostel,"

"Aamiinu. Okay, I'll go home first.."

"Bye,"

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I rushed out of the fence and slightly walked down the large road. Waiting for the bus or the bus to pass.

Time showed at 3pm. I don't see the bus along the way. There are also 2 Angkot that are fully loaded.

I'm restless. Scared night to home. Papa Mama could be worried about my delay this time.

"Zanu!! What are you doing here?"

I heard a voice calling out loud enough from a distance. When I turned to look for the voice, how surprised I was to see the figure.

OMG!! Pen boy! Why is he here? Ow hell! how about, he was still angry about this morning.

I was restless and still silent. Shocked and afraid to get mixed up.

"Hey!! I asked, why are you silent? Are you lost to Zanu? Your friends have been home since!" he said again while turning off the bike right in front of me.

He opened the helmet. Looks like his good looks. Anyone who saw would be fascinated, but because he is a stingy and fierce, mending dodge deh.

But, look at those sharp eyes! Make me unable to wiggle. I feel it myself or all the girls..?

Anyway, he's a real man!

"Hey!! Are you still alive? Why look at me like that?" she screamed a little.

I'm shocked! My feeling every time I meet this person, the innate shock continues.

"Eh yes Chairman. I'm waiting for Angkot the same Bus," I replied while wailing to see the situation around.

"The bus is no longer in operation. There are also Angkot but not many. Where do you live?" ask him again.

"I'm from Prn" I answered briefly.

"Wuihh! It's a long way from here. Did you take the bus or did someone pick you up?"

I noticed, for a long time why did he pay the same attention to me? And his voice felt more melodious in my ears. So remember Brother.

"Busch Head rail,"

"You don't call me Chairman, this is no longer on campus. Call Brother or Brother. Right here! I'll take you to the Prn bus counter, I know the place" he said.

I'm silent. How can I come with him, while I only know him even though I have met several times.

His name is also I don't know who. All on campus on call Chairman. Defy him he's the BEM Chief, so Iye's a snitch..

But for a moment my brain thought.

If I don't go with him, I could be on the road. Not to mention the jam. Ow hell! The bus could no longer be at the counter.

"Already! Don't think negative first. You're okay, you'll be safe with me. Bet my good name on BEM and the name of our campus" he said confidently and firmly.

"really yes.. You are okay with me! I'll scream or jump" I'm a little threatening.

"Ouch! You are that parno. Aren't you afraid of blisters, play jump-jump. It's already! We're not arguing here, you're getting late. Come aboard!" he said while turning the bike back on.

A bike that looks like Vincent's, a bike that can race. Only certain people can buy this.

I'll be right up and nyeess...!

I was deg-deg. I started to feel the same feeling when I was near Brother. His feelings are sweet but attentive.

"You hold onto my waist or my shoulders. Because I want to speed, let you get there fast. Trust me, same as me,"

"No! I'm not used to that grip. Let it go, I can do it,"

"Yes, if you feel bad, can hold my shoulder,"

"Good,"

I got on the bike. And the motor is running a little. During the journey we were silent.

Maybe busy with our own thoughts.

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