Not Ordinary Slant

Twenty Three

Before Azan Fajr, Gya had already bathed and prepared. It was never thought that he would prepare to celebrate graduation from the hospital.

After the Fajr Salat, Gya already seemed busy putting on her own face with simple make-up. The clothes he had prepared long ago were still hanging near the closet.

Papa who was lying on the bed from earlier only watched every move of the Princess. Occasionally his tears dripped, but he hurriedly laboriously removed it so as not to weaken Gya's heart.

Simple makeup on the face finally finished Gya slumbering thanks to the help of the bathroom mirror. Now just change clothes and make your hair.

He went out of the bathroom to pick up his clothes hanging next to the closet. Then, throw a smile as his gaze and papa collide. A smile that either implies strength or despair.

While Gya was changing clothes in the bathroom, apparently my mother had arrived. He was sitting next to his bed with his face covered.

He stepped out of the bathroom reluctantly. Last night it still hurt her heart. However, a good day should not be ruined by his ego. So, he approached mom and dad to ask for prayer.

Mama seemed silent. But then his shoulders shook slowly. The crying broke again as the middle-aged woman pulled Gya in her arms.

"Sorry Mama, yes, son. Sorry."

She also could not help her crying. Despite the consequences, the makeup on her face would fall apart, she did not care.

"Doain Gya, yes, Ma."

Mama loosened her arms. Removing Gya's tear plan with a tissue. "Surely, dear."

I looked at papa. Grab his hand, then kiss him solemnly. "Doain Gya, Pa."

Papa did not answer. He just nodded his head with trembling lips to hold back the cry. Then, rub the top of Gya's head with one hand that he can still move.

Gya sighed deeply, then reviewed the smile. Then, stand up and reach for his bag to get out of there feeling stiff.

"Gya farewell, Pa, Ma."

Mama nodded, then stood up to take the Princess away, to the door this morning. This morning they should have gone together. Should have been, this morning they celebrated Gya's graduation day with great joy. Should ....

"Hopefully your day goes well Agya Sofia." Mama rubbed Gya's cheek gently, then continued, "Rafka is in front. He'll drive you today."

Believe me, last night's crack has not been completely intact and now the pain is getting worse. However, Gya just gulped his hard-earned saliva to say, "Yes, Ma."

***

Jakarta Convention Center has been crowded by 1,733 prospective graduates from D3 to S3 when Gya came. He came out of the silver sedan car with a toga that had been used neatly on his head.

"See you later, yes" Rafka said as Gya closed the door with a faint smile and a nod.

The image that came much earlier, instantly waved its hand upon noticing Gya's presence. The chubby-cheeked woman looked very excited.

"Beauty, Cit."

Citra boasted a shy smile when she heard Gya's praise. Actually, he knew how Gya's current mood was. "Strong, yes, Gie. Loe could've fucked this all up."

Gya just looked at the close friend, then nodded his head slowly. Then, they began to look serious as the Pewara began to open the event and the University Senate entered the room.

The atmosphere felt solemn and haru when the national anthem was echoed. Followed by Mars and Gunadarma University hymn.

As one of the best graduates, Gya did not have to wait long when his name was called. However, the difference was that no one was accompanying him at the moment. He only stands alone when others are accompanied by their loved ones.

Gya's tears returned to drip during the transfer of the toga rope. Then, painstakingly reviewed the smile to return the congratulations from the Rector.

All the processions were successfully passed smoothly, until the afternoon. Friends who celebrate graduation today congratulate each other. Their faces seemed to be praying, although tired had also begun to perch.

Rafka also rushed to Gya with a large bouquet of flowers as the girl exited the building. Easy to blend is one of his skills.

"Congratulations, Agya Sofia." Rafka handed Gya a bouquet of pink roses which were immediately greeted by teasing cheers from other friends.

"Directly apply, sir," their tease.

"Later to be taken by people."

"It's not good to be unemployed, Gie. It's better to be a wife."

Then, a second cheer was again shouted out, making everyone laugh happily. Meanwhile, the one who was teased only reviewed an awkward smile.

The image that knew Gya's feelings, this time did not come to tease. He stepped closer to Gya and quietly grasped the hand of the friend.

"Just sober. If I want to do that." Rafka ignites the temptation of Gya's friends, until everyone returns to cheer.

"Thank you, dong, Gie. Thank you!"

Gya took a deep breath. His chest tightened again and his head began to grow dizzy. He should get out of this situation immediately.

"Turn around, yuk, Gie." The image whispered as Gya seemed to take her eyes off, trying to pay attention to her ears in search of calmness. However, instead of the calm that he got, Gya actually looked at a thick-browed young man. The neighbor's son who later confused him himself.

Rafish was staring at him without blinking from afar. Far from the crowd and far from her.

Long enough Gya nailed to look at Rafish. Too comfortable, until someone gently nudges his arm. Without turning a glance, Gya said, "I .. accept you ... Mas Rafka's."