Malay Romance Zaman Now
2. PUNKS
The girl was pouring her heart out on paper. Beautiful poetry stitches strung so dazzlingly from his cold hands. The pen kept dancing around spilling all the aesthetics. As a literary lover, he does not tire of his work. Even he was willing to take off his Sunday night with his girlfriend to be alone in his room to work. If a sheet of paper feels full of words and sentences, he will read and enjoy it. Near her study table was a book of poetry she had made for her lover. But unfortunately, he never gave a poem to his girlfriend, but to vent the contents of his soul, continue to reread it. He had often read the poem, dozens, or even more than a hundred times.
His name is Masayu Selly. Actually tonight she was invited by her boyfriend to dinner, but he refused. For him, being alone in his room, writing poems and short stories is more exciting than going out for a Sunday night. He likes to walk, watch, karaoke, and eat, but compared to what he does now, he certainly prefers what he does now. Stupidity with people's responses. Even his girlfriend was harassed. Suddenly the smartphone rings. Masayu rubbed the green color.
“What's the first, Darling?”
“Again bolsters only in the room. Where are you again?”
“In Palembang Square. You, I want to be taken by the road. So that's why I walk with friends only.”
“Ya tomorrow you can, Dodi. Later if you meet again, you can get bored, right?”
“Ya too anyway. You don't forget to eat.”
“OK. You too.”
“Sleep, don't get late at night, honey. Already before. I'll see you tomorrow. Adios. Love you.”
“Bye. Too.”
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Actually Dodi is a man. He is from Muara Enim. Since High School he lived in a luxurious boarding house in Palembang. For three years more Dodi has been able to get used to life in Palembang.Tak dikana upstream soul has been dashed by the sparkling beauty of the city. The logat of his hamlet has been swallowed by the conversational people of Palembang and his lifestyle has also changed drastically. For all that he was modelled by his parents. His family is very rich. If there are immigrants who attend school in Palembang, on average they are rich. So no wonder their lives are enough even more than enough.
That's why Dodi felt at home living in Palembang and rarely went back to Muara Enim there. If you go home, usually when on holiday, such as Lebaran. In that case, Dodi plans to buy a house in Palembang if later married. Dodi is so eager to work at Palembang and for sure the job is right for him and does not make him feel inferior. At least he became a civil servant in a government office or even in a state-owned agency.Certainly embarrassed later if the Masayu family knew he was only a worker whose salary was mediocre, or just being a small trader, or worse unemployed.
Dodi already knew about the Masayu family. Yes, Masayu's parents are PNS in provincial government offices with S-2 education level. So Dodi thought about their class and income. Cousins from Masayu were police officers and served in Mapolda. There is also a teacher at a famous public school in Palembang, BUMN employees, even one of Masayu's uncles is a board member. Let's just add that he thought about it. Therefore, all efforts continue to do Dodi to reap what he dreamed with Masayu later.
It wasn't easy. Can her parents' property cover all the things that make her dizzy? Is his lifestyle able to make all the Masayu family happy? A region, from the interior there, suddenly became a ridge that missed the moon very much. Like a froth that continues to be bathed in the waves, the, the man's mind is adrift and adrift amid all the realities of life that constantly make him change so that everything he aspires to is in accordance with what is implied in his heart even though he is aware that he's just a country boy living on people's land, although he was aware that he was limited to a bachelor uluan who was trying so that the body that was close to the smell of the garden could be consciously accepted by the family of the juwita mooring his heart.
Dodi is one of the millions of human beings who are brave and ready to be hit by a storm to be willing to extinguish the soul of his body even though he knows that he is weak and is okay. He was solemn, that he was like a flower that people wanted to keep sniffing.
***
Life is a choice. That is what most people say. Either, what is possible just for mouth sweeteners, or even with all my heart. And that sentence is raging in the mind of Rama, which he must choose his own way of life even though his parents want another. Not that he meant to be disobedient to his parents, solely not. He really wants to give his best to the person who raised him to this day and wants to change the fate of his family for the better. Yes, only by going to school can he achieve all his dreams and hopefully that way he can make both his parents proud.
Raden Muhammad really wants to see his smart son again successful but what is the power to face all this. Many times the loving man advised his son to work better first. But Rama remained on the ego of his youth. While the mother, did not say much to see the attitude of the child. He wants to see his son like most people; see his son become an intelligent person again successful, and certainly can boast of both parents, but whatever he is to prepare all the needs of the college.
Said Raden Muhammad, “If you go to college, son, Ayu could drop out of school. Try to think also about the fate of your sister.”
Rama walked gontai. The wooden floor of his stilt house crackled a little. From the condition of his home alone the family seemed to wade through life. Saban day often occurred to Raden Muhammad about the wishes of his son and it makes his back feel heavier.
Rama noticed the dark ceiling of his house, then exhaled bitter breath and threw away all his dreams to be able to go to college, to be able to study as high as the sky, but his dream was too high, he said, similar views were able to stare at the ceiling of his house only. It was impossible to look at the distant sky above. He could not let go of all his hopes and aspirations.
Rama spent the afternoon in his room. Outgoing.
***
When night fell, Rama came out of his house. He noticed it around him: Chickens are still crowded even though it is night. The houses in Sekanak are more large stilt houses. Its walls and floors of wooden planks and orange precariousness became its roof. While Fort Kuto Besak on the east side is not far from there. Rama turned on his motor. Gaspitch. Jeramba Park Corals spew out flickers of light. Shortly afterwards, Rama turned left, into one of the alleys, and not far from the alley he had seen Vio hanging out on his porch while sipping black coffee. Rama parked his bike.
“Ram, why don't you tell me if you want to come here?”
“What do I tell you?”
Vio knew that Rama wanted to also enjoy a cup of black coffee. Vio cleared his throat and went into his house. Rama smiled. He sat down on the chair on the veranda while breathing the night air that felt fresh. And shortly after that came Vio with a cup of black coffee.Rama took out a pack of cigarettes and matches from his pants pocket. He took a stick and he gave it. He sucked quite deep, exhaled, rolling smoke billowing.
“I want to sleep here.”
“What's up, Ram?”
“So you came to my house, right? Well, I've been omongi that my boss would be angry if he knew about all this and I would never agree if I went to college.”
“Yes, I told your boss, because you told me, Ram. I've tried everything I can to talk to your boss if you want to go to college. As much as I can get your boss to stay aware of what you want. But still, Ram, still your dak mums will never ngijini.”
“How, Vi, can I stay at your house?”
Vio punched Rama's shoulder a little hard, then said firmly, “What today we just know.
While his parents did not know this, the parents were restless because of the thought of their beloved eldest son. While Rama, he did not rest easy to sleep tonight, sometimes on his back, face down, lying to the side, and had more than ten styles of sleep tried, but still he could not sleep. He tried to squint his eyes. It's still hard.
Vio who was busy sleeping beside Rama was jerked his body. His snoring had to stop because Rama woke him up. A little upset, he seems. Rama noticed the black writing on the wall of Vio's room. There is only one word that consists of four letters. They used to be so fanatical about that one word that they were almost considered to be thugs, market-ridden, street thugs. Or whatever, whatever.
There is one incident that hit Rama's brain tonight that will bring a change in his life. Her dream was a long time ago: to have a band! Wipe out for college! Get exiled!
This narrow room is not much different from Rama's room: more black and white. It is synonymous with music and violence.
“Tomorrow we will go to Kiagus point of sale. I hope he still keeps a manuscript of our song creation when it was Junior High. Then we'll set foot in Olympus!”
Vio muttered indistinctly. And Rama still aimed at that one word.
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