Malay Romance Zaman Now
23. New year
Three months passed.
Vio approached Kiagus who had just held a lap. Indeed, he was ashamed because yesterday had made their friendship a bit tenuous. Fortunately, Kiagus and Rama did not take heart.
“Have you traded?”
“Alhamdulillah, Jok. Flabby. Tumben main to market.”
“Again kepengen bae, Jok. Bosen at home continue.”
PRIIIT!!! PRIIIT!!!
The parking attendant greeted Vio's presence.
“Woooiii, Jok. Apo kabagh you are?”
“Good, Sister. Safe yeh motor-motor kito? Healthy, Brother Cik?”
“Health, Seat, beghguyughlah. Aihs. Knew nian yeh gawe you're eating-tedokbae.”
“Emang ngapo Kak Cik?”
“Already fat so big. Lamo you must have been nganggugh.”
“Aih's. Sister Cik nih biso nian.”
“Caghilah gawe you, Jok. Don't be rude to be dead-end.”
“Casual Brother Cik, enjoy life first.”
“Wong Palembang nian nih.”
“Aih's. Pursue deposit nian like thiso, Sister Cik.”
“That time they went to market, Jok.”
“Who, Gus?”
“Masayu, Dita, and Devrie. About two weeks ago. Angry with you, Vi. Severe you, have rarely met him, continue to rarely SMS and phone.”
“So?” Vio nervous.
“She's gone, where's Vio? Rarely picked up. Never went down the road again. I rarely call again. Anyway she's pissed off by you.”
“Tomorrow I'll go to her college. What did they buy in the market?”
“Maybe for college purposes. They stopped by here. Keep chatting. Seriously anyway.”
Some time they were busy preparing merchandise. The market is starting to get crowded, although not too hot. Now it is entering the rainy season.
“Let's make an event on New Year's Eve. We're making a surprise for girls.”
“I'm with amen.”
***
He put a black plastic bag into his right leg. Because if you do not use a bag, it is very difficult for Rama to wear his pants are very narrow. Because this crackle bag is slippery, so that the tip of the pants can easily get into the ankle. Right is, now left. Wearing a black shirt. The carrying bag. Rama wore the shoes he used to wear when he wanted to get out.
His thoughts led straight to the Masayu campus. Because now he has promised Masayu to both learn to make poetry. Aih, romantic snob nian bujang this one!Rama parked his motorcycle. He took the HP in his pants pocket and read a short message from Masayu.
Just wait in the cafeteria near Building C. I'll be there in a minute. We came home quickly because there were lecturers who did not enter.
Rama walks around the campus and searches for a place Masayu has told him about. His footsteps were warmly welcomed by the glances and glances of girls' eyes on campus. He became the center of attention
“Sweetie nian the guy,” comments a girl who is getting together in one of the classrooms.
“Wah. You know what he majors?” another comment.
“I'm new first time see it.”
“Two possibilities,” another timpal again. “If not a Sports child, definitely a Technical child.”
Their talk continued until Rama was no longer seen by them. As he walked, he saw his face on the windshield of a parked car. Tidied her hair. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the inscription “Guilding C”. And the canteen is right next to the building.
His body was screaming past the crush of a parked motorcycle. He briefly straddled a small trench before arriving at the canteen. He glanced around, but there didn't seem to be any Masayu. Rama sat on one of the chairs. There are some students who are eating chicken noodles and fried rice. The canteen is not very large. Slightly stuffy, but the fan in the corner of the room makes the room a little cooler.
“What message, Dik?”
Die me, there's fifteen thousand, is that enough? Aaaggrrh! Masayu anyway, why ask to meet here? Dead nian.
“Mi chicken, fried rice, or instant noodles only?”
“Eh, first time, Mom. Again waiting for friends.”
But, what if Masayu wants to invite him to eat? Not too confused Rama. Masayu did not want to ask for anything strange. And soon three sloppy girls entered the cafeteria.
“A long time ago, Ram?” asked Masayu slightly panting. He sat down next to Rama. Dita and Devrieya sat opposite them.
“I orange juice,” cetus Masayu.
“Same,” timpal Devrieya
“I avocado juice,” says another girl who is tidying up her Emo hair.
The three girls watched Rama and waited about Rama want what message. With economic constraints down, Rama said slowly:
“I dak haus.”
“Nian? Okay, just like me.” Masayu called the aunt of the canteen owner. “Triple orange juice, avocado juice one.”
“Yu, I'm not thirsty.”
“Already ordered.”
“Yu, seriously I'm not thirsty.”
“It's been made well. Idak can be rationed.”
“Aih, nian I'm not thirsty.”
“We paid.”
Sip. There was a thumbs up in Rama's mind.
“You all don't have another lecture hour yeh?” rama asked to switch the conversation.
“The lecturer is not in, so he went home early,” said Dita.
“Oh. Now Vio again in the market ngawani Kiagus sales.”
“Sabar... patience, Dit.”.
“You're good, Dev, same Kiagus. You two too.”
“Let's meet Vio, Dit. Especially New Year's Day, right?” said Rama.
Dita propped up her chin with both palms and both elbows of her arms stuck to the table. Face pouting.
“Bu, order the chicken noodles!” masayu screamed, his four fingers pointing upwards.
Well, dead nian.Rama started fretting.
“Do not use onions one!” said Dita.
“New Year are you both homecoming?” Rama asked.
“It looks like we were both years ago in Palembang, Ram,” replied Dita.
Four bowls of chicken noodles landed on the table. Masayu shifted one bowl for Rama. The two girls scramble to sneak chili chili green because they both share the same hobby of eating spicy-spicy crazy. Rama ate the last. I don't know what the reason is. Masayu glanced at the bowl of chicken noodles Rama's still had a lot of contents, while the bowl of chicken noodles had him half-used. Rama ate very slowly.
“Against appetite?”
“Biaso bae ah.”
“Stop, Ram.”
Rama mutters. The noodles he ate felt something stuck. Sipping broth? Aih, although delicious, it feels stiff to inhale it.
“You two go straight back? Or is there an event?” ask Masayu.
“Ehem-ehem. Okay. We went straight home. Don't let us disrupt the event you two.Yes, Dak, Dev?”
“Iya, we go home first.”
“Back,” reply Masayu. Then he stood up and walked over to the cashier. Rama noticed that. Masayu opened his wallet and took out a hundred thousand rupiahs. Rama noticed that. Masayu paid for all the food and drinks. Rama noticed that. Masayu received the change. And Rama noticed that.
Dita and Devrieya say goodbye. “Daaa..”.
“We chat in empty classrooms only yuk, Ram.”
***
Masayu invited Rama to sit in the front row of chairs.
“Good and cool poem you made, Yu.”
Masayu was embarrassed to hear the praise of the bachelor who was right next to him. Shy nian. His radiant face turned red. “Can you make me fly.”
“Say dak can make majas hyperbola.”
“Mada’i?”
“Test ‘bikin I flew’, it's something to be exaggerated. Lebay-lebai!”
“You're smart yeh, Ram. Can you make me an example of an aximoron?”
Rama thought for a moment. He remembered what Vio had said.
“Good sadness.”
“Wah, great.” Masayu knew that.
“Hyperbola again.”
Masayu laughs.
Rama chirped, “Aih, later first. That sentence is hard to distinguish between hyperbole and cynicism.”
“Ram, you're sure that my poetry book is good. Though it is only a work that contains quality dak.”
“Well, hm, the... it... it litotes.”.
“Funness, comfort, tranquility, serenity, all dissolve in my heart now.”
Then the two spoke together:
“Aseton!”
Silent.
“HA-HA-HA.”
Rama's mind floated, as if not showing that he was in this class. Facing reality even though bitter is better than fantasizing even though it's fun not to play.
“But I'm not a student, Yu.”
“Wait a minute,” Masayu put the tip of his index finger on the forehead, “What yeh? Aih! Emm... litotes again?”
“I'm serious, Yu.”
“What yeh?
“Serious. Why does it feel like I deserve to sit next to you, Yu? You go to college, I don't. I'm shy.”
Masayu was silent. Why did Rama suddenly speak this way?
“If you may know, why are you in college, Ram?”
“My mothers told me to trade only. Plus my family doesn't have any fees for my college.”
“You seriously want to go to college?”
“It. I'm sometimes jealous when I'm playing at your college.”
“Why envy, Ram?”
“Entah.” Rama raised his face. He smiled and turned to face Masayu. “Let's learn more. Tired of majas. Kan, he said he wanted to study together to make poetry.”
Chemistry not only arises from the delusion assembled by Rama, but also arises because of the existing and real as it is now experienced, a reality that proved true. But what is the power of his heart that cannot be forced. Because the heart is not a mind that can be arranged. Thoughts can be arranged, such as fantasizing and imagining. It is part of a free-controlled way of thinking.
“Your poetry book will be returned. It's been a long time. You're a hobby nian makes poetry. Make short stories too. Want to be a writer?”
“Yes, hobbies. Not even if you want to be a writer. Rama, you know, Dad, if you're a great poet. I'm amazed by you.”
“People who are good at making poetry are not necessarily said to be poets. People who are good at making short stories are not necessarily said to be a cerpenis. As with people who are good at writing novels, not necessarily considered a novelist. Even a literary scholar can not be said to be a writer.”
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