Loving You Secretly

Three Friends Ended Two

This morning the beautiful city of Jogjakarta was covered in cold clouds. The thick blanket was still stuck to the body, so that the cold did not side with me. But still, I can't beat the cold with just a sheet of blanket. I open the door, emmmmm the smell of the morning greets me, piercing in my breathing contest, “fresh and cool.” I grumbled with a smile on my morning face. Mentari did not want to show himself, still shy in the far east horizon inside.

“woiii Ndut, ayooo cuss run, even still wake up.”

A familiar voice greeted me in front of the boarding gate. Yeah, that's Mufta's voice with Adry. They're my best friends. We run every morning every week. Emmm I forgot, actually I'm not fat, just my cheeks are a little stye, but maybe they are always nosy to bother me. Sometimes they call me Mom. Said I was like a mother to them when I cooked. Sometimes I'm called the Lecturer. Because I often help them complete college assignments, they can be little children in my level. “hehehehe. This is enough I know.”.

Sometimes I am called mbok. Yes make this one call I'm a bit ogah si, because if they have called me mbok, wahhhh means my makeup is again chaotic no kaluan, ancurrr se ancur-runya.

“wait yo, I change pants first kep.” I answered while entering the room. Yes, KEP is Mufta's nickname. He's a former b*kep enthusiast, but that used to be the case. At the beginning the three of us just suhabatan, but now it has changed. Not b* to see it again, but the book that became his best friend. What a wonderful and wonderful change.

We often run around the campus.

yes, just one round has made our leg bones feel tired and our sweat dripped. The campus is comfortable enough to exercise. Many trees are still fresh, there is a garden that is right and left decorated with small plants. On the back there is a pond overgrown with lotuses and home to beautiful fish.

“sit there yuk sob.” Take Adry while pointing at the big chair in the park. He always seems to be the first champion in the running. Yes understand, he's a futsal athlete. The team is well respected by the college students. Adry is a strange guy, feeling like a girl. So if he plays futsal and loses, wahhh it means he is again upset heavy. “Hehehehe sori bos Adry, dikit ngejek gakpapa kan.”

We sat together, talked and laughed. Tell a lot of things. This morning we made the topic of conversation about the future of the three of us. After all we are final semester students who are pursued by the target. Not the target of the thesis anyway, if the three of us feel heavy, we enjoy the process. But the targets we make ourselves and we engrave the word mandatory in the brain to be realized. Here we are, three great dreamer friends. The nickname was not us who made it, but the college friends.they always see us dreamers, yes dreamers in any case. Because we are indeed dreamers who will be ready to realize those big dreams.

“elu Ndut's. Still nyimpen target that we used to write in the diary book three friends?” asked Mufta who suddenly reminded us of our dream two years ago.The dream that we keep and we fight until tomorrow can be achieved.

“still dong Kep. I'm not gonna eliminate that target. In this brain is like a way to make my dream come true. Just a week after graduation, I'm going back to the village. I want to help the kids in the village. Yes, you know my village in this corner of the country.My dream is just one man. I want to change the way people think. I don't want to be horrified that my village children are fooled by the government, nor do I want to be horrified that my village children are fooled and married when they graduate High School. I also do not want to be horrified again my village children who do not understand se*s and finally they just get pregnant out of wedlock without the responsibility of the man. I want to change my village for the better. Ahhhh will be a tough task for my target.”

I took a breath and looked up at the sky. It was as if the morning sky was starting to clear it understood the weight of my responsibility later on. But, if it wasn't me who changed my homeland, then who? The government? Oh no, they don't really care about my village. The proof until now the streets are still dusty without asphalt. The schools reot like shacks are about to collapse. The minimal population of the facility is left alone. I don't know, my area includes rich areas in this country, but the money wherever I don't know. “kalo you yourself how is Adry?” ask suddenly.

“if I keep. Graduating directly take savings at the Bank and open a business in Bandung. It just so happened that my brother also had a business there, so I could learn from my brother. I want to be twenty-five rich. Hehe. You have to have your own house and car. That's target. Cool right? Hahaha big dreamer.” Adry smiled broadly at us with his optimistic face. Adry is famous for diligently saving since the beginning of college, so yes definitely savings in his bank has been a lot, especially he also likes investment. He's got a little investment in stocks and mutual funds. Said.

“if I keep. I want to get a scholarship abroad. I want to study literature there. And become a famous writer abroad. I don't want to go back to Indonesia.” Mufta's last words made the three of us momentarily silent.

I have always disagreed with Mufta's dreams. Because deep down I want the three of us to keep fighting in one land, Indonesia. Although different islands do not matter, the important thing remains in this country. But it feels all in vain. My mouth seems to be locked to advise Mufta. Moreover, my heart, very tired if you hear Mufta's dream to go abroad. Moreover, Adry, he has been very reluctant to ask to remain a career in this country.

I always smile when I remember my college days. It was beautiful with those friends. They both always make me strong in life. But it was three years ago, now here I am. With targets not yet achieved. It was hard and I had to fight alone in my village. Sometimes I get tired of making goals that I write myself.

Like today, I was cursed by a Mother-Mother in front of the PKK mother forum that I formed. There used to be no such Mother-Mother association.he berated me all-out just because his son managed to change his mind. The boy was almost married to a widower by his mother, but eventually the boy refused and asked for a lecture to Java. You know, mom didn't have a charge and I was blamed. I said I don't know anything about home life.

“ehhh mbak. You're that guy who just graduated yesterday afternoon. So don't haunt our kids' minds for school. Let alone school, eating was difficult. Never mind, three years you fought nothing. Please return this village as it was before. Peace without protesting children asking for school. It used to be enough for them to graduate Junior High. But look now, look at the many kids who are asking for college. Ahhhh I am crazy made by you.” So much more or less scornful that mother was against me.

Of course I don't want to show my sadness. I've just finished the Mothers' society that day. It hurts here (heart ). I really need a friend. I miss Adry and Mufta. I'm really tired now. I think I just want to finish it off. pretty much everything gets here.

But I also wonder at the people of my village. They say it's hard to eat, and it's hard to send their kids to school. But if their motorcycle credit can. Moreover, Mother who had just scolded me, a few days ago she had just bought a field for tens of millions. Of course, there's no reason there's no money to send a child to school. There is only something wrong with the way they think. This is what I need to change slowly.

Ahhhhhh wanted to feel like I was crying and yelling at my beloved village.Why don't they understand I mean, why God also gave me a lot of big rocks in my way. I'm really tired right now. I don't know where to lean this tired heart.don't be a husband, a boyfriend I don't have. A boyfriend? I never thought to think about love for a moment. It's too much heartache to remember everything. Ahhhhh I would go crazy if I held all these flavors by myself. The taste is neatly stored from a few years ago.

It was a pretty hot day. So hot and exhausting. I am still busy at a school in SMP. I work here, becoming one of the managers of the private Junior High School. Formerly this Junior High School was almost torn down, but alkhamdulilah I can convince the school board and school owners to keep opening this Junior High. I promised them in two years this school will be good. And now after three years, this Junior High School became the favorite Junior High School of the people.

I nodded slowly and gracefully while closing my laptop. I'm moving towards the living room.

Ahhhh how shocked I am, a figure I never thought would visit me. He looks more cute and handsome with his black suit. Her shoes are clean, her hair is well groomed and looks soft. His face was more white, always seemed to be in treatment. Really, a figure I barely recognized after three years of not seeing.

“Adry...” I said as I frowned slightly, afraid that if it wasn't him, his face changed a lot.

He nodded, we almost hugged the joy of letting go of longing. But I remember, this is a school, not a public place. I finally hold it. Adry and I went out of this school, of course after I gave permission to the teachers.

Adry almost made his target reached, now he has a luxury car, and there is still two years left to save up to make his own home. His efforts are very smooth because of the help of his brother who has been a professional in business. Sometimes he also donates funds to my area. Yes I can make this Junior High go forward not spared the help of Adry. He sent dozens of computers, LCDs, and some funds to renovate this SMP.

I took Adry to the public library, there was a small coffee shop. Yes this shop is mine. I woke up with my own efforts, I sold my SLR, I sold my gadgets, and I mortgaged my new bike. All for the betterment of this village, my beloved village. The village that accepted me was born on its soil. The village I used the water. And the village whose land was ready to once again I trampled to realize my great dream.

There's a mini library here, there's good movie tapes here, certainly good movies. There are no films that smell like p*rno. In the back I built a small garden where I read. Yes at this time the stall is quiet, usually crowded if the children have gone home from school. About two o'clock from day to night.

We both talk a lot. I hugged her. I cried in Adry's arms. Really tired that all this time there can finally be a little lost, see a friend who so I miss present at this time, but there is one tired that can not be lost just with the presence of Adry. I miss Mufta. That figure is what I expected to be present now.

L loved her. Yes I loved Mufta from the beginning, long before me and him were friends. That's the real reason why I asked him to go out. I'm too strong to let go and not go back to Indonesia. My hope of having it is not there. I took a deep, deep breath into my lungs. Feel the pain so great stored here (heart).

“ada heard of Mufta gak Jen?” ask Adry. Yes my real name is Jeny.

I just shook my head while resting my head on Adry's shoulder. I took a clear grain, longing for the figure of Mufta who was very gookil and crazy. The figure that used to make me stay at that university. A figure I can make a booster when tired. But now there is no Mufta, but Adry. A friend I love so much too. I love Adry as a friend.

Adry knows all my stories in this village, he understands I'm so tired. Every day I always text or phone with him and tell him what happened that day. But none of us know where Mufta is. We last met in front of the graduation building. After that, there was no news of him. We've been trying to find. But all access about her is closed. Facebook, twitter, line, instagram, Hp, BB, and all of them no one can contact. Everything seems to die about him.

That morning my HP alarm went off. Turns out the reminder tone. Five years ago, the three of us separated. Running on each line. Seeking individual end goals. Suddenly a short text entered my phone. How happy I am. Sms from Mufta, invite me to come to Jogjakarta. He's there. He also turned out to have booked me a flight ticket today. Of course I immediately went with a makeshift shirt in the suitcase.

I was eight hours on my way. At the airport I was greeted by Mufta's men. Ahhh how happy I am, Adry is waiting for me. It turned out that Mufta invited us. Surely Mufta would like to make a surprise for me and Adry. We were escorted to the hotel by Mufta's men. The mufta has prepared everything for us.

After we finished putting the suitcase in the hotel room, Mufta's men gave good clothes to me and Adry, he said we had to change clothes now.of course I and Adry were upset. Beautiful and certainly expensive clothes, Made In Paris on his lebel.

“Mufta...” I whispered softly when I arrived at the tenth floor of the hotel. Tears fall. I can't stem these tears anymore.Mufta was sitting next to each other in a dress with a beautiful woman. Certainly not an Indonesian woman, maybe a Parisian, or a British one. I don't know if I don't know. Adry wiped my tears away, thinking they were tears of happiness, because he didn't know I loved Mufta so much.

We hurried to greet those who were busy talking on the cover. But Adry and I were so shocked, it wasn't our old best friend Mufta. There's no way it's Mufta, like he doesn't recognize me and Adry. His facial expression was ordinary when he saw us coming, just an ordinary smile. Adry and I almost hugged her, but she refused to hug us. It was as if there was no longing in his heart for us.

Ahhhh my heart added to seeing the fact that Mufta no longer considers us his friend anymore. I sat in a lounge chair facing the glass, Adry followed me. We shook our heads, wondering what happened to Mufta.

There was really no warm welcome from Mufta. I hugged Adry, and cried as it was. The people's country has made Mufta turn instead of himself. He forgot about me and Adry. He really didn't remember how hard I taught him English until he was fluent and could get a scholarship. He did not remember how it used to be in college, the three of us laughed happily. He really forgot everything. No news from him. We are just little people in his eyes. He had become a successful businessman in Paris, not him, but his father's efforts were entrusted to him.

And the love in my heart is really a hope that doesn't work. I hit this chest.there was such a great tightness. The love I fought for for eight years, only ran aground in the path of pain. I wanted to scream at God, but ahhhh. I enjoy this lara. Let it. I still have my village, which I love and love me. And there was Adry who was faithful to be my best friend, he never tired of staying friends with me.