Malay Romance Zaman Now
29. The time of today
Half hour six in the morning.
The A Street. Yani is still quiet. Dita and Devrieya were waiting for the bus that was heading towards Muara Enim. Vio and Kiagus don't want to miss this moment. They are willing to get up early to just say goodbye for a while. Dita and Devrieya will spend their semester holidays in their hometown and gather with family because about half a year did not meet with relatives in the hamlet there.
Those who were sitting around now began to move as the bus stopped near the stop. Vio tote his bag Dita and Kiagus tote his bag Devrieya. Their luggage is not too much. There are several pieces of clothing and souvenirs typical of Palembang. If there is food pempek and if the clothes there is a T-shirt with the picture of the Ampera Bridge.
“Do not forget his souvenirs from the hamlet,” said Vio.
For a moment they talked in there.
“Omongi same Rama. We both apologize. We are wrong,” said Dita.
“Iya, we're really sorry about her,” added Devrieya. They both left trouble before leaving Palembang.
“Ya is no longer feared. Let me and Agus handle that. Yeah, right, Gus?”
“Pasti.”
“Tell you when you get to.”
There were other passengers entering. Vio and Kiagus waved their hands.
***
Seven o'clock in the morning.
Masayu refused to get out of bed. Her eyes were soft, not only because she slept late at night, but also because of the sobs that kept on crying last night. To the point that he has a mackle eye. There was sadness in his heart for hurting the person he admired.Amused by the charisma of a masculine man. He wanted to apologize to Rama for what had happened. Masayu really didn't want all this to happen. But what is his power to reject the message that must be borne by him. Now the regret comes. Not to mention the affairs of his parents who are in charge are willing to accept Rama. If he were short-sighted, surely a glass or knife scratch would now have made his pulse break. But Masayu is not that stupid. Rama once advised him, if there is a problem, use the mind as well as possible even though sometimes this heart is broken into pieces.
However, for a girl, who is more about feeling with the heart rather than using reason to think, Masayu continues to grieve in sedu sedan to feel the pain of the heart when guilt has occurred. If he could choose, he would rather not know Rama at all than have to make Rama hurt. He's headed for his study table. He took a slip of several sheets of paper containing poems he had made for Rama a few days ago. Read that poem. Readable. The face of Rama. I wanted Masayu to cry again, but his tears could not come out. Now his eyes can only glaze over. Shady eyes are now getting cloudy. There was no rain of tears, only his heart was soaked in guilt water that it made him even more bitter. A full lament will be regretted. Then he opened the curtains that covered the window of his room. Glare. From last night was not exposed to light, making his red eyes now feel sore. It was sunny today, but his heart was languishing.
***
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The bus arrived in Prabumulih. Dita and Devrieya brought a myriad of stories during their time in Palembang. And of course about their introduction and closeness to the Bujang Palembang. Of course, glad their families if they hear the happy news.
***
Eleven o'clock in the afternoon.
Check Molek and Rama have arrived at the pempek store in Pasar 26 Ilir. After returning home from college, he usually helps his mother sell. Diligent prayer, smart salary, and rarely out of the house.
Rama remembers Chek Molek's talk.
Inside, Khadijah hurriedly called her youngest daughter who was reading a book. Shocked Nyayu heard from his mother, that outside there was Rama. The Islamic novel was on the table. Rama was sitting around watching the road. Right at the entrance, Nyayu greeted Rama. Hearing that, Rama looked back and found Nyayu nailing.
“Siang this no free time?” ask Rama.
Rama stood up and looked at Nyayu's face straight. “I want to buy something at JM Pasaraya. Want to ngawani me?”
Suddenly Nyayu turned her body. Seen her mother was chatting with Chek Molek. Behind that, he tried to find an answer quickly.
“How? Want?”
Nyayu confirmed his standing position again. “Iya. But after Zuhur. Later I ask permission first with Mother.”
***
Half an hour in the afternoon.
The activity in Pasar 16 Ilir has just begun. Visitors flock to the market. Vio was sitting lazily while sucking on red bean ice. While Kiagus was tidying up his merchandise. Vio did not move because his distended stomach had made him more lazy. Vio has created a diet program to normalize his weight and adjust it to his height, but his appetite from day to day never goes out. So when in the market, he ate at least two meals, and the budget used was the pouring out of his wallet Kiagus. Vio, who is good at brainwashing other people so that other people know what they want, certainly not difficult in influencing Kiagus so that their carbohydrate needs are maintained and away from dehydration during their stay in the market.
Kiagus took his red bean ice cup. For both of them and Rama, red bean ice is a thirsty splash drink while making the person who drinks it really is in Palembang. Red bean ice in another point of view for them is a popular drink and has been enjoyed by their ancestors for generations. Kiagus breathed a tired sigh. Sometimes he straightened his arms so that his muscles would not strain.
“Serious earlier Rama catech at home, Vi?”
“Yes, don't know where he's going. I'm on the phone, Dak's picked up. SMS, dak replied. I tried telepathy, but I didn't connect.”
“So should how, Jok?”
“Later tonight we go to his house again keep going all the way. As soon as we start training again. Keep preparation before the contest.”
“Oke.”
“So what is the fate of Rama and Masayu? Rama told me he was comfortable. Hold his father guard the store, mengumpuli money to buy silver rings, but Masayu like that, thwart everything. Maaatiii.. gilo nian!”
“Sadly nian I saw Rama yesterday.”
“We have to entertain him tonight, Jok.”
Suddenly the HP Vio shook. SMS from Dita.
“They're up.”
***
One o'clock in the afternoon.
The atmosphere around JM Pasaraya is not too chaotic as it is in Pasar 16 Ilir. This time Rama really became his authentic self because his punk fashion is now emblazoned. It is a contrast if the bachelor who seems like this rogue is juxtaposed with Islamic girls who hijab. How odd. Not that Rama did not care about his mother's advice, but he did not want to cover his true identity.
Rama told Nyayu to wear a pink veil. And Nyayu obeyed Rama's request. They both went around JM, from the first floor to the third floor. But Rama did not find the item he was looking for, which is a small red tie, not a large tie that is often worn by members of the House of Representatives. His advice, just search the Sixteen Market.
****
