LOVE TEENAGE RESPONSIBILITY
DISILLUSIONED
@ DISAPPOINTED
Vishnu has arrived in front of Rima's house. The house is so beautiful with a long tree in two corners of the house. Various ornamental plants and flowers arranged neatly on the left and right sides split the grounds ruamah forming a path to the door of the house Rima.
At first Vishnu hesitated to knock on the door of the minimalist house painted green leaves. Finally, the curiosity that was so arousing strengthened his determination to knock.
“TOK..GECK..TOK.” The sound of the door being knocked. No answer, Vishnu knocked again.
“TOK..GECK..TOK.” Still the same, no sign of life in it.
“TOK..GECK..TOK.” Again, the knock on the wooden door with a long minimalist handle, but in vain.
Vishnu turned to the right and to the left, so quiet.
Where are the inhabitants of this cold house? I'll just ask my neighbor. Maybe Rima's parents aren't at home, and they know where they are.
Pucuk dikin ulampun arrive. Bu Mimin Rima's neighbor through front of Rima's house. With a bag of groceries in his hand.
Ahh.. I'd better ask Bu mimin, maybe there will be information that I get.
“Excuse me ma'am, sorry can I ask Mr Heru where ya ma'am? I knocked on her door many times, no answer.” Vishnu hoped for a hint from Bu Mimin.
“Owh... Pak Heru and his family went to Jogja mas Vishnu. Just yesterday they left.” Bu Mimin did know Vishnu a long time ago because Rima was often seen coming home from school together.
“What are they doing there mom, how suddenly?”
“Wah less know me mas.”
“Owh yes already bu, thanks for the information.”
“Sama-sama mas, I'm sorry to go home first. I've been waiting for the kids.” Bu Mimin passed leaving Vishnu confused.
“What do I do now, no word from him. Just hp I don't have. Rima's family address in Jogjapun has none. Aaargh..!!!!!!!!” He scratched his hair and rubbed his cute face rough.
It's so hard to see you, even your shadow won't allow it.
Vishnu came home disappointed. He looks lethargic and shaky.
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At Rima's grandmother's residence, Ms. Rusmana and her daughter were discussing.
“ You are sure, come home mommy same father?” Rima's mother tried to understand the wishes of her eldest daughter.
“ Can you mak, Rima come home?” Rima.
“ Yes can dong darling.”
“Totally can nih?” ask again. He hesitated at his mother's invitation.
“Yes if you want to come home, come on, tomorrow you finish your school transfer letter. Later ask help father to nemenin you to go there.”
‘Yes, I can finally be free from here. Can feel the warmth of my parents' affection again.’
“Thank you mom, best mom in the world.” Rima immediately showered her mammoth kisses and tightly hugged the middle-aged woman's body. As if he would not be released again.
He did not believe that he would soon return to his homeland. It was as easy as he could get together with his family again.
Actually he felt hesitant to go home, when he had begun to adapt to school and his friends. But the warmth and affection of his mother and father is more he needs than anything else.
‘If grandma did not discriminate the affection between one grandchild with another, maybe I would not go home. Grandma was outrageous, loving me when I was sick. If I am not sick, then he will devote his affection only to his grandson. Everything was for them while I was sometimes only given the rest if there was.But I feel sorry for grandma, who will take care of her when uncle works. My uncle, until now has not met his soul mate. Ahh.mistake myself I'm not too noticed. Going anywhere can't be. Sebal.’He is monologuing in his heart.
All the Rima family in Jogja can be said to be good to him. Perhaps because Rima who is still in the category of unstable teenagers always misinterpret their advice and reprimands. Rima thought they often said rude and hurtful. It was very spicy to listen to, let alone his older cousin. Look cool and bossy.
‘actually I feel envious of my friends who always get full affection from their parents. Vacationing and walking together on weekends. And he is only at home.
The day he was going home, his classmates said goodbye. Bringing gifts to be a memento.
‘Ahh.. theme-my friends, I will leave you guys. This is really sad. When I start loving you, I will leave them.
They went home on a bus aantar province, Mamak Rima was afraid to take a plane. If the plane crashed and exploded, there would be no trace of it. What an understandable fear.
He and his family are currently in the passenger seat of the inter-provincial Bus. On the way he remembered the faces of his family and friends. Sometimes reflected happiness from his face sometimes also emanated sadness.
He smiled to himself when he remembered a Fahmi. His friend in Jogja who expressed love to him since his arrival and until he will go home.
The man even cried when Rima said goodbye to him.
The flash back
In the park near SD that they often visit, Rima meets with Fahmi to say goodbye.
“Mi, I want to go home tomorrow.”
“Where to go?” fahmi asked half surprised.
“Ya come home with my parents, where are you going? I'm not from here.”
“Lo how can I leave Rim anyway? Leaving our love story together!”
“Ish.ish... Who is your love? Weird!”
“Hiks...hiks..hiks.... Who do I keep the same? Huwa.... don't stay in my dong Rim!” Fahmy started crying.
“Basic child mom. Yes same nyokap and bokap lo lah.”
“Please don't stay in my rim... Hiks..hiks..!” Fahmi pleads with Rima while having a bit of fun.
‘Waduh nangis son, seen people again. More and more Berabe on his business. Looks like I have to bhong’
“Yei. I'm just kidding you ain't serious.”
“Ah base you ream, nakut-nakutin aja.”
“you're home! It was late afternoon too.!”
‘Sorry if I have to lie’
Flasback Off
‘What a funny you fahmi, I hope we can meet again in the future. I hope you won't be angry with my return. We can still be friends and you can have someone who will love you. Because love can never be forced. The more forceful it is, the more injured it becomes. Just let go if it's good to remove. Then he will be happy free, without feeling oppressed.’
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