Mas, I'm with you

Part 7's

I returned to college, a final-level student, of course immediately preoccupied with various tasks.

After I left I went to teach private lessons. Evening gigs at cafes that need my services. Pretty busy, even the phone is only occasionally touched.

I have to pursue my bachelor's degree this year. I want to work soon and help my family. I also miss my homeland, Malang. The city was already in sight. This year I'm going to go back there, shedding my longs by chatting.

Maghrib after going home, I started carrying an acoustic guitar and turning on the motor. Let me eat and pray on the road, as long as I am at my place of work on time.

"Mas ... Where are you going?"

I looked up while wearing a helmet. I saw Rinjani say hello.

"Is this Sunday night?" He asked a second time.

I answered with a nod.

"Yuk road. Eat some more lesehan." Rinjani smile.

I didn't react. Just scratching his cheeks and throwing a look.

"Mas can't. I have to work" I replied at last.

He was pouting, but it was getting sweeter.

"Once, Mas. Monday to Sunday it was busy!"

How do you understand?

I sighed, got off the motor and stroked his arm.

"The gas has to work, sorry, yeah."

I heard he hissed in annoyance. His face looks upset at me.

I'm sorry, Rinjani.

"No time for me now?"

"I think you know my position now, Jan."

"What position?" ask her with a raised eyebrow one. "Your position is busy with private lessons and so is your vocalist?" He seems to be insinuating.

I snickered, then sat down on the plastic chair in front of my room.

"You won't understand, it's a difficult person's problem."

Hearing my answer, Rinjani seemed shocked. He suddenly sat next to me.

"What the hell have you been chasing all this time? Law degree? Working as a lawyer?"

A little offended, I exhaled a furious breath. I cannot say harshly, even though my tongue is pushy.

"He said college to learn, not pursue it all" he said, playing with his hair.

I'm mumbling. I let him babble as he pleases.

"Round mas kangen, need a story place, I'm always there. Now fit my part? Replace dong!"

"Oh, so you miss?" I asked as I focused my eyes on him.

Rinjani.

"If Kangen says, don't talk at length everywhere," I said.

"I just want to walk with you. I just need your attention, you're insensitive, Mom."

Looking on in disbelief, I laughed half forcedly.

"I think you know what women want!"

"Then what do you want?" I lowered my voice, I looked at him back.

"Think yourself!"

THINK ITSELF?

Hey, woman. We (boys) are not shamans who can guess what you want.

Girl why mengeselin, oh God?

"Udah, yes, his anger."

"I was angry and even told to!"

"We look like Gita and Rapli's bang in a moment" I murmured. "Continue, how do you want to get angry again?"

"You're sneezing me?"

"Nyepelein what? Oh, my God."

This time I managed to pat the jidat. Feeling dizzy with what Rinjani said.

She's kind of a confusing woman! Or are all women like that when they are angry?

"Not God, O God."

I squinted my eyes. Now that I don't care what he says, I turn on the bike and leave in front of him.

"You got hit because you left people in a state of anger!" Rinjani.

It makes me go back to being quiet.

"New oath this time I'm happy with you."

"If you vomit!" snapped it.

Her beautiful face was suddenly like a lion in front of me. I was tired of teaching my wayward private lessons, now having to deal with women like this again.

It really makes me want to fly and not come back here.

"I'm leaving, yeah. If you are angry, report. I'll buy you your favorite drink."

I run the motor away. Mind chaotic. I think I have to bond with Rinjani. Now I just feel, he if angry turns out like this.

Not happy when you get married. I might not be able to calm down. There was always his babbling and chirping that made the horns on my head pop.

At work, a few friends greeted. Seeing me uninspired, they offered me coffee and a packet of cookies.

"Why, Mas?" Adi asked.

"Your girl again?" Akmal the barista chimed in from the side.

Nodding, I gulped the coffee and closed my eyes. Tired, for God's sake.

"That girl is hard to understand."

"They seem to think that the world belongs to them. We men are forced to obey what they want, forced to understand what they want."

Finally I say all the uneg-uneg that had previously clumped in the brain. It felt a little relieved, I gulped the coffee back.

"I guess I chose not to be tied to Rinjani."

"Keep your plan ahead what, Mas?"

"I had to pursue my dreams first. Graduating college keep working."

"Don't think of girls. Tired of dealing with them. We talk with high intonation only they feel yelled at. But instead, girls will snap without thinking about our feelings." Adi patted my shoulder.

What he said was true. I always felt bad for Rinjani. But he just wants to talk about me.

I'm grounding coffee.

The cafe is crowded. Many young couples who are beautiful and chattering. I was preparing to go on stage after taking off the denim jacket I was wearing.

My gondrong hair is tied up in disarray. As I climbed the stage, there was applause from the visitors.

"Good night everyone," I said warmly.

"It's great to see your friends back. Sunday night accompanied by a raindrop, what a song, huh?"

Suddenly a guy who was just sitting in a chair shouted.

"Armada - beware of falling in love."

"His mother's upset, huh?"

"For ngarep! Haha."

Then I followed it by singing the song. I saw some visitors dissolved in the song I brought.

After that they gave applause.

I looked back, I saw a message from Rinjani.

'I'm sorry that forcing must always be there. I just miss the old us."

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"The girl looking for it because it keeps on means she's missing." Still rang the words of Akmal when I told him at length about my quarrel with Rinjani seblum to go to work.

I agree with his words.

Then Adi also said, "Rinjani is looking for your attention."

'I'm sorry, Jani.'

I run the wheel slowly, the drizzle makes me shiver a little. My hair's wet, I'm not stopping by to buy some cloth, but I'm gonna apologize and take her out tomorrow.

Hope Rinjani is not going anywhere.

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My class starts at ten, I can relax before entering campus.

"Later tonight mas free, walk, yuk."

I greeted the neat Rinjani with a milk-brown knee-length dres. He seemed to think, "I don't think so, Mom."

My optimism is gone.

"Why?"

He replied, "There is a college assignment. I have to stay at my friend's house."

"Oh, it's okay. Spirit, Doctor's mother." I raise my hand.

He replied with a forced smile.

Rinjani, what's wrong with you, anyway?

I saw at the end of the alley he went with Joko. I don't think anywhere, maybe their college hours are together.

"Go first" Joko shouted at me.

"Ti ati."

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Quite late when I reached the cafe, the bespectacled barista Indra glared. While the coffee connoisseurs seemed a little frowned when I arrived and went straight up the stage.

"You don't think you're going to come, Mas."

"It was. Sorry cave late," I apologized to the manager.

"Yes you've ascended" he said, which I immediately assented.

I slowly spread my eyes around the cafe. Quite crowded, the round tables are full surrounded by young people.

Then as I finished the first song, I saw a familiar woman in my eyes entering the cafe with a well-dressed man.

Rinjani. I don't know with whom. Clearly, my chest felt tight, and my esophagus was dry looking at them.

"Mas ... sing a song to a recently abandoned boyfriend dong."

The voice of the regular visitor of this cafe, I know him. His name is Farhan, used to come here while dealing with laptops. He said he was a writer.

"What, huh?"

I thought while knocking my hand.

There was a shocked look on Rinjani's sweet face, she looked pale. Even though the person in front of him was sitting confidently facing me.

"Lyla, Mommy. Second last."

I forced a smile.

If you were in my position you would probably feel the same way. Slightly sick, yet hurriedly conscious.

My heart has been commemorated several times, Rinjani is not mine, she is free to live a relationship with anyone.

Who am I?

I'm fine he's walking with another guy. Keep optimizing the heart, if the person sitting with Rinjani is his friend.

As the guitar churned, my voice came out free just like that. I saw some of the visitors getting dissolved in the song I brought.

After coming down from the backstage, I scrambled my hair. Slowly smoked cigarettes. What feeling is this.

Am I jealous?

Iwan, a waiters came up to me. Give me the bitter coffee I used to order.

"Why, Mas?" Iwan asked by opening his glasses.

"My girl walks with another guy" I finally said.

Iwan. He seemed to be waiting for me to continue the story.

Alright.

"So in front of me. He sat down with that well-dressed guy,"

"Where is ah?" Iwan looked back.

"Tell number seven!"

He's nodding.

"That's my schoolboy, Gabriel."

"Really?" I looked at Iwan. He nodded again. "He's a medical kid too, huh?"

"Yes. How do you know?"

"Look of his clothes, neat, saucy. Rinjani's pantes will."

"Now the cute ones are always a priority."

I agree with Iwan.

Again he said, "If you are good looking, you will automatically be rewarded."

"Bangke!" I cursed behind a wry smile.

"Well, I want to work again."

While Iwan was gone, leaving a silence, I was busy with my thoughts. Then Aldi called to go up again to the backstage.

"Hello, Mas." Silfia, my junior at college greets me with his dimples. "Wait for the Kunto Aji song."

I'm giving a thumbs up.

Rinjani left. When I saw him looking, his gaze was wrong. Gabriel poked his hand against Rinjani's shoulder, they looked intimate entering the cool car.