Not Ex?

Missing, Not Your Substitute

[Deck, I took the morning flight ]

[Call to call when you get to ]

Deg, a message I just read was sent by Mas Bima, exactly an hour ago while I was still asleep.

"Mr ... Mr ....!"

"What's yelling?"

"Risma's car's on, huh?"

"Where are you going?"

"Friends Risma came, sir. Risma pick you up at the airport."

Our family car is almost never used, you can not drive the car. However, almost every day you ask Om Yunus, our neighbor to heat the machine or once a month to the workshop for maintenance.

Soon I slid through the streets that began to be crowded road users to go to work and crowded students who mostly ride motorcycles.

Arriving at the airport area, shortly after parking the car. I ran in a hurry, worried that Bima had waited a long time.

My smartphone vibrated, an incoming call I received with a contact that read "Bimaku" wow?

"Assalamualaikum, Mommy?"

"Wa alaikum salam, Deck. Mas at the bread outlet."

"Oh .. Yes, wait! don't go anywhere, yeah!"

After the phone was closed, I ran to the bakery in the airport building.

Taking a step slower, the bespectacled man was seen sitting enjoying a sweet bread with a cup of coffee on his desk.

Unaware, I smiled as soon as I found him. Ah, it's only been two days since I met him, he's been following me. A very foreign place is certainly for him, considering he is the son of the region from the province there.

Mas Bima, that man was my senior in college. His attention to me has been shown since he first met.

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Six years ago ....

There was fear in me, at such a young age, eighteen. I had to struggle alone with my family, studying in an eastern Indonesian province.

Luckily, there is a brother-in-law of Mbak Ninis who lives in this city. He was willing to support me until I dared to stay alone.

Mas Guntur and his wife named Mbak Meta, and his two twins Natasha and Nacita kindly picked me up at Pattimura airport.

Arriving at home, they have provided a comfortable room for me. And prepare food that I think is delicious. Warm rice, ashar fish and sambal which they call colo-colo.

"Risma called you at home?"

"Already, Ma'am."

Mbak Meta tries to melt the awkwardness between us. Then followed by Guntur.

"Risma's gonna take a few days off, or go to college tomorrow?"

"There's no more time, Mom. Risma came already mepet, arguably late, because over time persuaded Mother." I replied while chuckling.

"Oalah .. So his mother didn't give permission?"

"Yes, Mum."

"OK, tomorrow I'll take you to campus, who feels right here, yeah!"

"God, Mommy."

Tired of it, I've never gone this far from home. It feels very comfortable to lie down with a body that is very tired. Until I finally fell asleep easily.

"Thank you, Mom!"

"No idea, Mom."

"Let's just call when it's done, yeah!"

"Yes, Mom!"

After driving me right in front of the campus gate, Mas Guntur set off for his shop.

Incredibly bright morning, it was only half ten but the sun was warm enough to sting the skin.

I hurried to finish my business so that tomorrow would not go back and forth again.

Apparently not the drag I imagined, everything went smoothly as I wanted. I am still lucky, even though I did not have time to participate in ospek, but still recorded as a student and can start attending classes tomorrow.

The clock shows at one o'clock in the afternoon, I remember not having performed dhuhur prayer. Soon I came to the mosque located in the campus area.

"Why is the water dead?"

"Aren't you, Dek?"

A student who was also about to wudhu surprised me. I don't know why this mosque has an open abode.

"Come with! easy to mendasil in green house there is water."

I was stunned, stunned, my gaze could not be separated from him. I followed the young man, my heart beating faster than usual.

Tama, that young man was very similar to Tama. It's just that he has whiter skin and higher posture. But it's really similar, even though the sound is different.

"New student, huh?"

"Eh, yes, Mas."

"You took ablution! There is water."

Busy comparing it with Tama, apparently we have arrived at the green house. The place from the beginning he said, there might be water here.

I don't know if this is right or wrong, we both pray. He as priest I became a teacher. When he finished, he turned towards me, throwing a smile as he put his palms together in front of his chest. I reply with a nod and a smile.

I tied my Converse shoes after coming out of the mosque, and suddenly the young man was sitting next to me.

"Daddy, that's my shoe!"

Just look at the shoes I just wore on my right foot. Gosh, the size is bigger, it's a shame.

"Sorry, Mom!" I smiled shyly, I reopened the bond.

"This may be your shoe!"

He put a pair of Converse shoes of the same color but smaller in size, my shoes.

"Thank you, Mom!"

I saw him, the young man was actually holding back a laugh. How careless I am.

"What's his name? Take what major?"

"Risma, Man. A major in perwutani, what's his name?"

"Five. Emm ... Who's coming home?"

"Wait to be picked up by brother, Mas."

For quite a long time we engaged in a familiar chat. Throw questions at each other to get to know each other.

Mas Bima, apparently a second semester technology student. He is not a regional child like me, although Javanese descent but Mas Bima was born and raised in this city.