Meaning of Love
03. Poetry
Birds chirping on the trees. The rooster crowed out of whose house. Motorcycles are more ahead of the sound than the sunrise from the contest. Motorcycles that sound slow and sure. Maybe driven by mothers who are going to the traditional market. Aditya rubbed his eyes. Circulating his gaze around to orientate where he is now. Yellowish painted walls with sky blue curtains are not typical cost.
"Where am I?" he said. His head is still dizzy. Maybe he was drunk all night, but he can't remember anything. He felt he might have been drinking in the cafe all night with Alan.
"Lo's up, Didn't you?" Alan came with two cups of tea and two sandwiches.
"Lo brought me here?" Aditya still continues to rub his eyesight which still wants to close by itself.
"Yes,bro. You drink without regard to me. Well I waited until you got bored and brought you here"
"Oh, is this kos lo? Since when?" aditya asked while taking the tea and sandwiches that Alan had offered.
"It's only been three days" Alan replied after putting his empty tray on the table.
"Emang lo don't leave again?" Aditya sipped his warm tea. The fragrance of sariwangi tea was looking at the new body atmosphere conscious about the arrival of morning. A little effect on his dizzy head. Abated.
"I don't know either. If I leave, I want to ask my girlfriend who takes me" replied Alan.
The atmosphere of friendship between the two is still felt even though they rarely meet. They joked while feeling the warmth of the tea and the tenderness of the sandwich that touched his tongue. Plus the warmth of the right morning sun snuggled in from the window of the room.
"Our fates are very different, Tit," Alan sounded serious.
"You mean?" Aditya who turned his eyes to Alan and looked at his best friend fixedly in the midst of confusion.
"Well, that's. The one you keep is gone, and I should also keep watch, even I will go," his eyes look glazed out the window. I don't know what's going on in the 25-year-old's mind.
"Haha, you can play puzzles now," Aditya laughs even make the boarding children in the next room glance at their room. He seemed to be unconcerned by Alan's words, though he really came to think what his best friend was saying.
Satisfied with laughing, Aditya moved to put his empty glass on the tray.
Bruckk....
He accidentally stacks the book next to him.
"Lo finish my stuff that you fell in! I want to take a shower first," said Alan with a chuckle and then waltzing and whistling towards his bathroom.
"Yes, take lo ,"
Some of the buju are scattered below. The books are about tourism and the cruise ship industry. Alan certainly deepened the material in the book. But there was a book that caught the attention of his eyes. There is a heart shape on its surface. The cover that looks not as smooth as new shows that the book is often touched. Aditya immediately tidied up the other books, then immediately sat on his bed again. He opened the book he found. On the front page is a painting of two pigeons on a pair of hands. Original hand painting is not a print painting or computer scab. On the second and subsequent sheets there are about fifteen beautifully hand-written poems. Similar to Lucida Handwriting in Microsoft Word. Exact same. Aditya knows it's his best friend's handwriting. Alan is creative.
"But since when has he been able to write?" his inner.
His words are beautiful. Like the expression of the heart of a woman who loves her lover very much. Although Aditya does not dabble in the literary world, but he understands the meaning of the diction and majas contained in it. Hinting feelings.
Sheet by sheet he examined, accidentally he dropped a piece of paper from the book. But it was not the book that was torn, visible from the different colors of the paper. Some of the arrays are written in it. He knew it wasn't Alan who wrote it. His handwriting is not the same.
***Master,
I brewed a cup of warm coffee with the sugar that the black ant loves
I took it for the sake of sweetening your bitter coffee
When this June your sky is still cloudy, cold unstoppable
And a speck rattles your pores
Suck it up, you'll be warm
Mister, mister,
I brew a cup of warm coffee while singing the affection of Iwan Fals
When you miss your boyfriend
Take it, miss it you will always remember
Mister, mister,
If you have a cup, then,
Wait for tomorrow again,
Servant present every morning***,
In Your Kitchen, June 2019
"God......" he was so excited that he did not realize that Alan had come out of the cleaning ritual and immediately grabbed the book in Aditya's grasp and did not forget the paper he was still reading in different hands.
"Ciah, you are very poetic," Aditya sneered while laughing out loud.
"It's not me, monkey," Alan snickered.
"This is my girlfriend's poem. He likes to waste time doing poetry. So I copied it to this book so that it was neat and not lost. If I die, I want this book to stay with me. Let me in the hereafter woo God with these poems. Who knows, God baper and I won't go to hell. Even if I go to hell, I'll also seduce the officer, let me not be boiled," one toyoran landed on Alan's head. He just laughed realizing his friend was really upset to hear his chatter.
"Crazy lo," cetus Aditya.
"Haha, patience bro. Do you want me to know my boyfriend?" Alan ruffled Aditya's hair.
"She likes to write novels too?"
"Like it, but I'm a loyal reader. Never been published," Alan showed a contrived grieving face.
"Well, I don't want to know your boyfriend, I will be a character in the novel," said Aditya.
"What is the title of the novel that matches your name?" Alan smiled mockingly.
"Ehem, what is it?" Aditya showed movements that seemed to think.
"Gue knows,Dit. My grandfather was the father of my father but not my Mother's Father" Alan held his unwell stomach and tried to hold back his laughter. A bolster pillow swung in the air over Alan's chest followed by a pair of Aditya's hands towards his neck.
"Eit, don't kill me," Alan shies away from Aditya.
"It could be if filmed, the television screen fullness of the title," said Aditya.
"Hehe," Alan smiled so widely that his neatly lined teeth looked very clear.
"What's your girlfriend's name? Can I see the picture?" Aditya wants to know who Alan's girlfriend is.
"My girlfriend lives in the same district lo. But he just wanted to graduate from diploma one. He's only 19" Alan said.
"Little boy you're dating" Aditya said.
"He's 19, child protection law is up to 18. So he's no longer a child" Alan replied not to lose.
He then pulled out his phone. Ruffle through the screen and stop at an app that says gallery.
"Name p.." hasn't had time to finish the sentence. Aditya's phone is ringing.
"Wait ya" Aditya answered his incoming call. It sounded so serious that it changed Aditya's face.
"Lan,gue go first huh. Emergency," he said, then hurried off.
