Malay Romance Zaman Now
17. Scientific theme poetry
And the sun also rose. Rama woke up early. Open the window of his room. So tucked away a beam of light from the morning sun. In the living room, Raden Muhammad was sipping black coffee. He was a little surprised to see his only son wake up early. Rama was walking speeding with a towel. Surprised he saw something different from Rama.After bathing, with his hair still wet, Rama went back into his room. His father who was about to go open the store suddenly spoke to him.
“Tumben you, son, get up early.”
Rama's gaze toward the wooden wall, looking for the right answer to give. Don't let her boss know that she wants to meet Masayu.
“Anuuu, Sir, anuuu.”
“Anu what, Raden?”
“Nak meet friends.”
“Gold? Kiagus?” Because as far as he knows only two people are close friends of Rama who often play at home.
“Not, Sir, but another friend.”
After assuring it, Rama went into his room, then dressed neatly, the style of campus children of course. Black shirts, bracelets, tight black pants that circle the tip of his fifteen pants, and sneakers, became his suit today.
“Ke market? Please open your name, Raden, it's September.”
“Not to the market, sir, but to the campus friends, in Plaju.”
His black Jupiter MX stopped in front of his father's shop. Sahutan Pak Joko was greeted with a smile and greeting by Raden Muhammad when he just got off the bike. His friend, a fellow license plate maker, and the stamp also just arrived at the store. Rama left his father. It did not feel Rama had entered the hallway of the road to Masayu campus. Near the gate Rama asked the security guard. “Where is Building A, Sir?” Then the campus security officer pointed to the earliest building, not far from the gate, a little into the parking lot, that's the building. Seeing there is an empty parking lot, he inserted his motorbike in the middle of the parking lot that began to crowded.Rama spread the view to the surrounding. He saw the figure of the girl who was sitting alone on the bench in front of one of the classes.
Where's Rama? Why hasn't he come yet? Hm, even though he had promised to go to my college. Hm, even though he had promised to make a poem for me. I can't do scientific-themed poetry. Fuck up! We are students of the Department of Language and Literature, not MIPA. What if Rama keeps his promise? Die me! Hm, Rama, where are you now?
Oh, his eyes are clear. Oh, his thick, curvy eyebrows. Oh, his nose is pointed to the standard nose of the archipelago. Oh, what a charm. But not only that, Rama was stunned by the shiny black hair that stretched out and his bangs that challenged Rama's eyes to continue to look and look. Oh, don't know Rama how many more “oh” there are. Oh, Rama raised his neck like a giraffe because there was a full-bodied woman blocking his sight. Oh, not playing oh. Oh, like Elfin Pertiwi Rappa, a Palembang girl who became the Runner-up of Puteri Indonesia 2014. Oh, similar. Malay nian anyway.
Rama thought, his feet were pure white, let alone his face. There is an observer of romance said, a man must see a girl from her feet first, then her face, because if her legs alone are good, let alone her face. Because now many people who mempermaknya face in such a way, so that sometimes his face is very white, while the neck is brown, let alone his feet, sometimes there are ringworm, kadaslah, water fleas, scratches hurt, ulcers. Many lags anyway.
Well, from that purple bracelet too. Huh, not play. Rama crossed the campus streets and continued to approach Masayu. The same shoe brand. Not play. Body singset. Not play. His body is tall like a bank teller. Not play. He sits like a police officer. Not play. Her gaze indicated that she was a smart girl again with intelligence. Not play. And, ah, Masayu fixed the layout of his bangs. Really not playing anyway.
Beyond a doubt, Masayu is more beautiful than a thousand delusions.
“Ayu...,” greet Rama after passing through the trench. Almost his legs were splashed because his eyes did not blink even a little. He did not want to leave this most memorable moment.
And Masayu, the conversation with him was interrupted because Rama was already in front of his eyes. Oh, his firm chin and his fine jaws are irregular. Oh, his brow's curled. Oh, his nose is pointed at the Malay nose class. Oh, his thin lips, marked that this one bachelor is not much snout. Oh, her smooth cheeks. Oh, the way it stands, it's pretty firm, it's a little bit stooped, signifies he's a consistent but sometimes volatile person. Oh, his eyes.. his eyes! Her eyes are brown. Is it congenital, or is it because it is often shot by ultraviolet light in Market 16? Oh, let alone his body is a bit athletic, indicating that this one bachelor is not lazy to work, but is now unemployed.
Masayu's annoyed. The pants Rama wore were torn. His white horns and fine fur became nongol. Rama landed his ass on the chair. Automatic snoring is more popping because of the pull of the other side of the pants. A perfume that is sticky and identical to the Eiffel Tower goes into Rama's nostrils. She happily sniffed that touching scent.
“Not signed in?” ask Rama.
“Learn again.”
“Only? Where are Dita and Devrie?”
“Dak know. Maybe they're already in class.”
Rama opened the bag. The zipper of the bag is difficult to open because it is the bag he once wore during High School. A little broken. He took out a piece of paper and gave it to Masayu.
Masayu read his writing at a glance, then smiled. “You have talent too apparently. Awesome nian.”
“Aih's. Just be normal, Yu. Anyway it's ugly poetry.”
“How long for it?”
“Semenit.”
Masayu was amazed. “Thank you, Ram. When do we learn with yeh?”
“I go to class first yes, Ram. Want to learn first nah.Daaa..” Masayu waved his hand.
***
Before the race began, Masayu read a poem by Rama called Love Bubbles.
Where is the scientific side? Ah, the title does sometimes deviate from the content contained, let alone the implied meaning.
Put texapon, slimy and sticky
Similar life, if squeezed, sometimes disgusted
But the pleasure is universal when the therapy
Water without minerals
It is like living without love
It feels miserable when the heart is empty and empty
Cover the salt
Similar to romance, although little
Want to not exist
Life and love are shuffled
Frothy, so pasta
Chewy and slippery
Glycerin, ABS, and NaOH
Family, friends, and around
Complement each other and fill
Unite all
Stirring into one
The more foamy, the more foamy, the more pronounced
Laced with dyes and fragrances
Like a colorful life
Similar to love as fierce as hitting the heart
Waiting, waiting
Be a bubble of love
Inexplicably beautiful, unspeakably beautiful.
