Malay Romance Zaman Now
10. Storiette
The three girls got out of the red car. While one single man did not get out of the car.
“Nian you don't want to come, honey?”
“Dak Darling. Careful. Tell me if there's anything,” replied Dodi.
Dodi waved his hand. Then the car passed.
“Maybe-maybe you both want to buy something?” ask Masayu.
“Try looking first. Maybe someone has a crush,” replied Dita.
Masayu was ahead. They walked past the shops. Straight, turn left, stop wailing, walk again, look right-left, squint like looking for something. It is surprising that Masayu's behavior.
“Yu, where are we going?”
“Cute only.”
I saw his watch. “Almost an hour we go around, but nothing gets.”
Masayu stopped right where he saw the bachelor had been busted at that time. Masayu looked around, then approached some merchants there and asked if he knew the person in question.
“She is white, tall, skinny and dak is fat, handsome, her hair is long and pony.”
“Ah, don't know, Dik. There are many here called Raden. As far as Auntie knows, there is, but a shoemaker. Is old. He's probably already 40s.”
Dita and Devrieya looked at each other.
Masayu approached a food and soft drink vendor and asked the same thing.
The seller was shaking clearly.
“Where else are we going, Yu?” asked Devrieya who was starting to get caught off guard. The sweat on her forehead indicates that she is getting sultry.
“Try us to the market building there.”
The two demanding girls behind could only nod. Walk again, but neither did Masayu see the figure of the bachelor he was looking for, so his heart was sad this afternoon. That feeling could be wrong. It could be that the dream of that time was also wrong. Maybe his mind is wrong.
***
At nightfall, in his pink room, whose walls were adorned with pictures of flowers and strings of words, Masayu poured out all the horizon of his feelings in beautiful verses.
I saw him feel sick, beaten
I can't bear all that same
There is no wrong, no sin
But the blasphemous arrow had pierced through his chest
Until he felt unbearable pain
I want to be a fairy
To him
But I became a thorn
Stabbing, pounding the sanubari
At her
I want to treat
At least look at the eyes
At least saluting
Suffice it, to quench the strange taste in the heart.
Folded the sheet of paper, then put it on the table near the study books. He's sure. One day I will meet Raden. Sure enough. Masayu came out of his room. Papa and his mother sat up neatly. He approached them. In the big house, there were only three people. Masayu who wears pink pajamas sits face to face with his father and mother.
“Currently, Pa. Most of the tasks that make pining.”
“If you can later you continue S-2 like Papa and Mama.”
Masayu.
“If there is a need,” says Siti. “Say, Son. So is your college tuition. Just say.”
“Iya, Mother. Definitely dong.”
“It's been great nian son Mama one ni. When is there a Palembang bachelor who wants to play at home?”
“Lecture used to be really, new dating, Ma,” reply her husband.
“Yes, Pa, but seen from now on, surely which bachelor does not want to be our son's girlfriend. It is beautiful, smart to write poetry. How many times have you been a poetry champion, son?”
“Already, Ma.” Masayu toyed with his finger, then sighed calling out the numbers. “Please get calculator, Ma. Seven or eight times. Later on campus there is a poetry competition held by Prodi. Ayu will come, Ma. But this time it is a bit difficult, because the poetry contested scientific theme.”
“Spirit yes, Son!”
“Yang surely your soul mate is a Palembang bujang. Because Papa doesn't want to have a son-in-law of the hamlet. Our descendants are all Palembang, son. So don't let our big family get polluted because you got a hamlet man. And not to be left behind anyway, your male candidate, son, at least holds a bachelor's degree. Because it's a shame our family if it can besan uneducated.”
***
The pink matic motor stops at the parking lot. Masayu usually goes to the campus in his own vehicle. Although Dodi often offers him to go home by car, Masayu often refuses because he does not want to continue to bother his girlfriend. And if he wanted to go to college by car, he could.
Perfect fit. He meets Dita and Devrieya who are again walking. Masayu increased his walking speed. It was as if he was starting to grind three teeth. His stretched bangs became reflected. His backpack swayed following the accompaniment of his footsteps.
“Haiii... hiii..”.
The two summoned girls looked back.
“How is the task of the killer lecturer, already done?”
“Gilo, Yu, deserved his head more bald, somehow how many days the sangar lecturer made the matter that difficult,” complained Dita. I'll see you have. Can?”
“Telah. You're not finished yet?”
Dita shook her head while grinning.
“Hm. Kirai. Yes okelah later we work in class before entering.”
The accompaniment of the footsteps of the three of them was warmly welcomed by the glances and glances of the eyes of the boys. Although actually the appearance of the three girls is not sexy nian, such as not wearing a short anderet limited to snoring, do not wear a tight shirt with the chest like a lack of material alias open to everywhere, yet the three of them had made the eyes of the love-seeking man blind. And once again, though they do not wear strange shoes that are under the heel, do not drill, do not over-decorate and do not look vulgar, but again, they are able to grab the attention of guys on campus.
“Emo Pink” their gang designation. Actually not a gang. But ordinary friendship. But because they are compact, the same hairstyle, continue to wear shirts, shirts, and sweaters all black and pink, while wearing accessories such as pink bracelets and sometimes purple necklaces. They exactly formed a gang of three cool girl species. The three of them did not get along much with the average person. If you get together again, three of you. When studying, three. If you eat in the cafeteria, three. If you are talking, three. Take a walk, three. If you want to hunt, three. Photos, threesome. And many more exciting activities they live in three. Even if there is one of them who wants to face the academic guidance lecturer to ask questions about college, three of them.
“Try this guy's photo, Dit. Yeh's gang? Anton is also cute, tall, Sports boy, athletic body, Dit.Kemarin-yesterday the chairman of HMPS asked for my HP number. Pretty handsome guy. But lazy ah. Cupu nian,” beber Devrie.
“Oh yes, later accompany me to the Sixteen Market again yeh?” masayu.
Dita surprised. “Hm, okay. But what are you going there for, Yu?”
Masayu turned his body and told a brief story.
“Hah? How can you, Yu? Oh, so that's why you wanted to meet him. Are you sure, he works, or sells there?”
“Yakinu. Why is it often said that I have to go there again, and meet that person?”
“Difficult, Yu. Moreover, the Market 16 is wide. Besides not necessarily he works in the market.”
Almost every corner of the market, a row of shops, hundreds of wild stall operators, from the direction of entry through Jalan Sudirman, Jalan Colonel Atmo until Sayangan— they explore.About two hours they travel. Masayu was unlucky. His desire to meet Raden will never be achieved.
***
Siti is a real Palembang girl. His ancestors have long lived in Palembang. Likewise with her husband, Masagus Setiabudi.Siti used to often make short stories. One of them is a short story titled “Raden and Masayu”. And it should be known that the short story was made when he was still pregnant. If later had a single child, it would be named Raden, and if a girl was born, he gave the name Masayu. And when the baby was born and he knew that the baby was a girl, a few days after the birth he immediately named his son Masayu Selly. No need to doubt. Until finally Siti and her husband did not intend to have any more children.
The short story tells about the two characters who died in Palembang when the past time. In the story Raden is a son of a wealthy nobleman, intelligent, wise, and good at commerce, and respected by his neighbors and those who knew him. While Masayu in the story is a girl who also comes from a wealthy noble family, the son of a merchant, intelligent, good at religious knowledge, and devoutly worshiped. In the short story there are not many conflicts occur, there is no story plot that arouses appetite, because there is no obstacle for the two characters to marry and live happily.
