Malay Romance Zaman Now
13. Last night on earth
Well, fat nian yeh when college. Just try to be a student like these guys. Proud to be, not playing!
Vio flinched and the conversation with himself was interrupted due to a reprimand from his comrade.
“Woi, Vio. You studied here?”
“Woi, Mario, how are you? Aih, dak, Jok, I'm not in college.”
“Good, how are you? So, what are you here for, Jok?”
“Good too. I want to meet you, man. Pick him up home.”
“Chick?”
“Clearly! So sure!”
“Kirai lecture here. How are the other friends?”
“They are entering Unsri, some are studying at private campuses. And Rama, he's just like me, Jok, dak college.”
“Yes. If you have time, we get together again with friends SMA, Jok.”
“Siplah.”
Mario pulled the gas and passed.
This afternoon, right near the campus gate, Vio sat on top of his vespanya and waited for Dita's arrival. Not only met with Mario, he had also met with other friends, such as Febri, Rian, and Siswanto. Many of his friends are in college, apparently.Not long after Dita arrived with Devrieya.
“A long time?” ask Dita.
“Lumayan. Where's Masayu?”
“Idak know. He said there was work on campus.”
“I go home first,” Devrieya said.
“Idak picked up Sister Lop?” ask Vio.
“Who?”
“Ehem-ehem.Yes Kiagus. Who else if not him?’
“Dak. Already, I'm home first.”
“Dev, can I go home with Vio?”
“Yes, Dit, dak nothing.”
“Do not sulk.”
The sound of the Carboniferous was everywhere. Dita smothers her mouth and nose deftly.
“Sorry, sorry, the Carbon is a whim. So please understand. Tomorrow I take him to the doctor for intensive treatment. If you need to stay in the hospital. He-he-he.”
Dita's ass landing in the back boll. Horrified by the occasional prickly Vio by plugging gas. Speeding.
“Oh, this is your cost, Dit?”
“Iya, Vi. Want to drop by?”
“We chat in front only. Don't be inside. It's gonna be good. I'd like to take a walk, Dit.”
“To where? Mal?”
Money from where?
“To Jakabaring. There's good.”
“Emang food, good?”
“That's not the case, Dit. Yeah, it's comfortable there. Many sights. Far from the crowd. Anyway delicious! Guaranteed!”
“Boleh-beh.” Dita watches over the vespa parked outside the fence. He was a bit doubtful.
“We hang out there a lot. Especially if it's Sunday night.”
“Go together, or alone?”
“Two first. Later Rama and Kiagus make a mess.”
“You are, it is more fitting if we go crowded.”
“That's important can go with you, Dit.” He thrust out an incomparably carefree smile.
***
Rama raised his coffee cup again. Kiagus is a good listener.
Berkoarlah Vio, “Most people who attended the lecture were from the hamlet. Apparently they are tired of going around the forest and mating buffalo plowing the fields. I heard there was a guy at Dita's college who said he wanted to wear a suit and tie around his neck. Villagers also want to wear black shiny pantofel shoes. Salute the hamlet. They have account numbers. While we, met with sweet mbak-mbak in the bank has never been.”
Rama chimed, “Tak little for those who want to date the Palembang people. Feel every beat of romance in a friendly relationship. Stirring kasmaran in the middle of stuffy without oxygen in the car. They have at least three different social media applications to meet all their communication and socialization activities.”
“If hungry, they step gracefully into expensive and luxurious dining places to fill their hull contents. As in KFC. Or what. Then there is definitely wifi and can take pictures cheerfully. Keep on sharing on social media. If the wallet is empty, immediately they call their family to make their wallet fat again.”
If the urban eat sweet sour gourami, ketchup steam grouper, grilled snapper, even belida fish are very expensive and rare, the, the three tributaries can only fish cork or freshwater fish on the banks of the Musi River and then simply fry it with salt acid. Their intestines are not familiar with shrimp mayonnaise, or even squid chili salt, or seafood that is steady-eating in restaurants that are usually enjoyed by people with money.
“How about Palembang singles like us, Jok?” ask Rama.
“The three of us only once in a lifetime enter Palembang Square. Never push weird buttons on an ATM machine. Never seen a movie. Not familiar with the coolness of AC. Our ass never docked in a comfortable car seat. We never eat pizza because our wallets never approve.” Suddenly Vio was alone. “Do we ever defecate in the toilet seat?”
***
Nokia's colorless screen was put again on the table. He waited, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed, Kiagus was upset. He saw HP. No SMS from Devrieya. PDKT them more through typing SMS and chat over the phone. Because Kiagus sells more in the market and Devrieya is busy in college.
TIT... TIT... TIT!!!
Still shaking, the HP was immediately grabbed by Kiagus.
“Ya.” Reply from Devrieya.
His head was dizzy because he sent a long SMS not playing, but got a very short reply. It sucks, he thought. Kiagus tried to give a little attention to Devrieya by asking whether he had eaten or not.
Half an hour waiting, the reply he got was:
“Already.”
He typed an SMS again for Devrieya, what was he doing now. Over half an hour he waited and the reply was:
“Twistling.”
AGGGRRR!!!
Kiagus asbal nian.
***
Masayu's silhouette appears on the wall as it is engulfed by his dim learning lamp.
When I met you, I didn't think it was him
The figure I've been looking for, I've been waiting for, all this time
What taste is this?
I don't know
But for sure, he was a shining star
In this night.
He remembered some of the lines on his mother's short story.
Raden and Masayu sat together in a large stilt house overlooking the Musi River. Peace the hearts of both of them, as peaceful as that same twilight. While watching the water from upstream, at that time also knitted their love continues to advance until the end of time.
Masayu exhaled a long breath. Then he threw his body on the divan.
People say, if you are thinking of someone, then someone will also remember the person who thought about it.
Presumably, this assumption has a point. Because tonight in his dark room Rama was also thinking about the person who thought about him. He fantasizes about sitting alone with Masayu in Kambang Iwak while playing guitar and singing a romantic punk song, Last Night on Earth, by Green Day.
My beating heart belongs to you
I walk for miles till I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I’m sending all my love to you
Oh, romantic nian, her inner.
To the extent that Rama fantasized his right hand held Masayu's right hand and the girl did not know that the left hand hiding behind the back was holding a bunch of red roses and a box containing a pair silver ring. After that, the promise of loyalty, living and living is also pledged. And covered with a sweet kiss to Masayu's forehead.
Pigeons flew, becoming silent witnesses of this romance.
Very clever Rama fantasized. In the dark of his view, there are still many more wishes if later Masayu can feel the warmth of his embrace. Rama was eager for Masayu to feel the warmth of his arms, the message of his embrace, lying comfortably on his lap.
Oh, draw my heart, be close to the kakanda
Oh, knit my soul, come here with love
How hot the fire
I'm going through for you Apsari
This cliche poem is said to be fitting he gave a bunch of red roses and a box containing a pair of silver chirping to Masayu. And still, it was still in his delusion.
