Mas, I'm with you

Part 6's

My spoiled Rinjan :)

I escorted Rinjani on pilgrimage to her papa's tomb. She looked elegant in a black dress and a matching scarf that covered her head.

He put the flowers on the ground, then squished while wiping his headstone.

A few seconds later I saw his shoulders shake. I rubbed his arm, trying to channel the power.

Suddenly he glanced at me. From behind his sunglasses, Rinjani said, "Mas."

I raised an eyebrow, I laughed in a moment, but was arrested.

What does it mean to not be able to pray?

It seemed as if Rinjani understood what was on my mind, she finally opened her glasses and looked at me.

"I rarely pray" he said. When I round my lips, he said. "But prayer is never left behind, yes. Don't accuse the no."

"Yes, what prayers do you have, Jan. Use Indonesian language only. God must have understood."

Rinjani exhaled. He looked at his papa headstone, long absorbed, now his tears were breaking again.

"Ma ... Rinjani doesn't want to be a doctor!"

I who heard it held back a little laughter. Even with the person who was on a pilgrimage to the tomb next to us. It seems like they were giggling in the middle of reading Surah Yaasin.

"Isn't it okay, Mas, Jani does it gini?"

I nodded while taking my eyes off.

"You should know that I don't like things that smell like hospitals. Let me be a journalist, it's not creative that your children are all doctors." Rinjani wiped her tears.

After the pilgrimage, Rinjani invited me to visit her mother. He misses it said. We were warmly welcomed, because Sunday, all the Rinjani brothers are there.

And they make me a little bit less. Especially when asking Rinjani: "This is your boyfriend, Dek?" Rinjani and I were at a loss for words. We're buffeted.

"Mas Genta here who used to teach private lessons Jani, Bang." Aunt Ismi replied from the kitchen.

"Oh, what work is it?" ask Bang Ilham.

"Still in college like that, huh?" Now Rizky bang chimed in while reading a book in the living room.

I'm nodding.

"What degree?"

It was as if they were asking me those questions. I could only sigh, occasionally play the fingers, trying to be calm.

By the way, I regret joining Rinjani if I know it will be like this.

"Law, Bang."

"Mas Genta wants to be a lawyer, Bang." Rinjani came and defended me. He peeled the apple and gave it to me.

"What's your lecture, Dek?"

I saw Rinjani a little lazy to answer.

"good. Dizziness thinking of a mulu lecture," he said while picking a cornbasket.

"S2 wants to take what?"

Uh, buset, Rinjani just the first semester of college, already thinking S2. I glanced slowly at the girl, now she was shrugging her shoulders in response.

"The nerves may be like Inspiration," muttered bang Rizky pointed at his sister with his chin.

"But the college has to go to Germany. Mama didn't give me permission ah."

"This kid doctor is your mom, huh?" I know this guy's voice.

His name is Widya. Beautiful, a pediatrician. He was nice to me, once took a walk with Rinjani. Even though the boy ran away in the middle we enjoyed eating.

"Eh, Genta, huh?"

I saluted Widya's hands respectfully.

"Have graduated from college?"

"This year's graduation, Ma'am." Rinjani answered again.

I saw the dislike faces of Rinjani's two older brothers. Though I was the same Rinjani had no ties whatsoever, but his gaze was as if I was going to take Rinjani away from them. Then make the bontot princess of Aunt Ismi's a bum.

Just because I haven't graduated from college?

Or do they see the poor look on my face?

Ah, motor matic in front of it. They must have rated me from there.

"I think the heart is beating, Dek. You can go to college in Chicago. Brother many acquaintances there, you will not be money."

Rinjani keeps the dishes on the table. Without answering, he returned to the kitchen. It seems quite lazy to discuss it, but his family still talk leads to it.

"It's ... already, we're here to eat together, not to discuss it," said aunt Ismi calmed her children.

"Come on, Ma. This is important for Rinjani, her future. As my dearest youngest brother, we want Rinjani to have the same profession" said Ilham.

Rinjani stared cynically at her brothers. He dropped the spoon on the plate back, then exhaled.

"Doctor?" rinjani asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, Deck. Papa's will is so," concluded mbak Widya smiling.

Rinjani attaches hair to the ears, she to the middle room to pick up her bag. I pulled my hand away.

"Jan .. Why are you?" Bang Rizky moved from her seat.

"If Rinjani doesn't become a doctor, will you remove my name from the family card?"

"Hey, Deck. No," said bang Ilham while taking off his glasses.

"I'm tired. As if required to continue the family profession. I know that brothers and sisters don't want to be doctors, you're never free to choose what you want. But don't take your revenge on me."

Rinjani's shoulders trembled, she sobbed. While his brothers no one moved, all of them were silent. Even with Aunt Ismi, the middle-aged woman slowly stepped closer to Widya's mother.

"Because I'm the youngest child, you're free to bully me. You chose a college major for me, a job for me. Maybe even later, it's as if you're going to decide my future. That so?"

"That's not what your brothers mean, dear ...." Aunt Ismi interrupts, trying to make Rinjani stop crying.

"Yes, they are, Ma. They can't get angry at papa, finally venting everything the same as me. In fact, no one wants to be a doctor. Bang Ilham aspired to be an architect, bang Rizky also wanted to be a musician. While Widya's mom, she wants to be a lawyer. But since papa .. ah, that's it."

Bang Ilham. He pointed at Rinjani, his eyes lit up, it seemed like this matter was going to be long. I chose to watch behind the door.

"You want to kill papa?"

"No. Just .. I feel like we've never been given a choice. We just go through what papa says."

After saying that, Rinjani followed me out. He took my hand and told me to leave immediately.

"Where are you going now?" I asked when the afternoon was over.

The twilight just came back. The sky burned itself into a tinge of orange.

There was no reply from Rinjani, which I knew, he put his hand in my jacket pocket.

"Whatever to go. I'm coming with."

"Really?"

"Ready, Mom."

I led Rinjani's hand to sit among the white sand. We were on the beach, I let Rinjani stare at the waves with tears.

"Crying off. It's okay" I said slowly. "Crying on my chest is okay, too."

Of course Rinjani squandered. A cry in my chest. From her cries I concluded, Rinjani is in pain. Maybe because of his family.

Her crying had stopped, but Rinjani was still holding me.

I teased him, "Have he cried?"

Steady nod. I felt the shirt I was wearing wet with tears.

"Kok's still hugging, huh?"

He then escapes from me.

"Yes, uh, how's it going, huh?"

"Crying on, let me hold on."

Rinjani clenched her tongue.

Rinjani finally forgot her anger by running free under the yellowish sky. He took me, I followed him. We're both wet.

Finally quiet with a breath. We looked at each other.

"The family never demands anything?" Rinjani asked as we walked down the beach.

I looked up, glimpsing my head.

"Don't demand that you graduate from college what should you do? Where's where?"

The second time I nodded.

"Great son. Not like me!" we were sitting in a coffee shop.

"It doesn't matter what it becomes. What matters is happiness. So said father."

"My family's on my mom's side, almost all the health workers. From papa. So, yes ... we seem to have to inherit their profession that way," he said.

"Lecture is for learning, not for work."

Rinjani interjected, "But the purpose of most people is so."

I coughed up that non-itchy head.

Now we are enjoying satay while staring at the dark sea. I heard a song from a tent selling beach clothes. I memorized the song, which belonged to Kunto Aji called Rest.

As if remembering something, Rinjani asked me.

"He's a law major, but how do you like music?"

"Would choose to be a musician. Just in doubt," I replied.

"But now he's a musician."

"Ah, what musician. I'm just doing this just to increase my tuition. After graduation, I don't think anymore."

Rinjani protested disapprovingly, "When talented his mas." He kept the dishes on the side.

"Haha. Even until now, I don't know what my talent is other than to sell things if the contract is bad."

"Oh, huh?" The girl seemed to be in disbelief.

"My life is like this, Jan. If you don't work hard, don't eat." I laughed after flicking a cigarette.

He nodded, whether he understood it or not.

Next we walked is not necessarily the goal. Only occasionally chatting, often silent, busy with each other's thoughts.

Until it finally stopped after there were two buskers playing the ukulele guitar, stopping our steps.

"This is all, I don't want to pay. Let me have a minjam of your guitar. How, can?"

The two buskers looked at each other before handing the ukulele to me.

I sang a Kunto Aji song called Lighthouse. I saw the two buskers gawking a little, while Rinjani seemed to enjoy the breeze of the night that flew her hair.

'From the already

Love is nothing but a joke

From what already

Just a sense of purposelessness'

"Lumayan. Here I want to cram again." The boy about fifteen years old passed by after giving an assessment of my voice.

I didn't give you any money, because my money was spent buying cigarettes and satay.

"My lipstick faded," said Rinjani as if annoyed.

We're getting ready to go home.

"Where to look."

I'm mode on him. I stick my lips together, then softly pout. Rinjani did not react, she flinched. It still seems a little shocked, Rinjani just cleared her throat, I as a man started to embrace her shoulder. Ready to attack with second mode.

"Ah, it's still there."

"Where, try this again. Mastiin if my lipstick is durable."

I heard a cheerful tone from his voice. I don't know what he felt, but he seemed to tell me to ******back those pale lips.

I didn't do it, but I put my index finger on her lips. I see no trace of that blushing-colored lipstick. I finally pretended to be astonished.

Though, yes ... mode again.

"Eh, not durable. Cheap lipstick, huh?"

He's pouting.

"Where to try again."

This time more prepared. His eyes were closed, the next second I had already launched my lips to come into contact with his. Somewhat for a long time, my tongue even traced the cavity of his mouth.

Our breaths gasped after letting go of each other. I felt my chest pounding, which I saw Rinjani also a little nervous after we kissed for the second time.

"So the first kiss" he whispered with the wind. "Not so much. I'm not a mas kayak."

"It's okay, it'll be taught."

"Really, huh?"

"Yes, lesson, right?" I asked while turning my head.

"Lessons from obscene and perverted teachers."

I rubbed his knees while laughing.

"I want to be the same." Rinjani handed over the helmet when we got to the front of the boarding house.

"Mas is not a doctor."