Owner of Heart #1
Chapter 7
Let me tell you a little bit about Arga Dewantara, a civil engineering student who likes mountaineering and photography. Physically Arga is no less handsome than the Lieutenant, only his body is not as fast as the Lieutenant, Arga's body is thin high with shoulder-length hair that sometimes likes to be pigtailed. His style impressed urgency and indifference, but in contrast to his appearance Arga has a very soft and kind heart, which is why many women who like him because he really knows how to respect and treat a woman.
Arga stopped in front of the OASIS home, with several people seen sitting on the porch smoking cigarettes. I got off the bike, took off my helmet and handed it to Arga.
“Thanks, Ga... Greetings for Vienna.”
“Ya... Kang, go first yes!” exclamation Alga saying goodbye to Kang Adit and others, who have known Arga because sometimes like to drive or pick me up, even sometimes come to the location just to capture our activities in the camera.
“Not enter first, Ga?”
“Other times Kang, now there is an appointment.. assalamualakum.”.
“Wa’alaikumsalam,” I replied before going inside.
“Where to go, Key?”
“Custom, young man,” I replied with a smile.
Inside I saw Yuni and Kak Yoan discussing about the children's teaching materials at SKA or train school, the OASIS-founded school for street children was not able to get around the train station. We turned a disused KA car into a classroom, after previously getting permission from PT. KAI.
Not an official school, but at least we teach them basic skills of reading, counting, writing and a little bit of English. Indeed, the school is now free, but it is undeniable that there are still many children who drop out of school for various reasons and end up on the streets being buskers or drizzlers.
We are the ones who embrace them not to forget their rights and obligations as the next generation. We help them to earn a diploma by including them in the A, B or C package chase exams because with a diploma they have that is the minimum they will get a decent job, he said, in order to escape the harshness of street life.
OASIS itself was originally founded by some students who care about social and humanitarian issues, but gradually developed into an independent institution that has an organized and open bookkeeping and management. We have a website where everyone is free to access it and see what we've done, which is where we have some regular donors, not a few also the donors came from former OASIS activists who have now been busy with their respective work.
Because of these generous donors we have until now been able to help people in need, Alhamdulillah. May Allah reward them with double sustenance. And maybe because of the open financial system that will be uploaded on our website every month, we get the trust of donors who every time increase.
I was in the OASIS until 7pm, helping Yuni and Kak Yoan prepare for tomorrow. I can't be in SKA every day, only on college holidays, but we have special staff who hold SKA, Yuni and Kak Yoan one of them. While Mira and I are arguably only apprentices so only at leisure.
I reached the house at 8 pm by Kang Adit whose house in Cimahi, quite low cost of freight hehe. Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room watching TV, and Dirga didn't know where.
“Whose home, Key?”
“Sama Kang Adit, Yah.”
“Same as Arga?” Mother asked while eating the dukuh fruit.
“Arga no promise.”
Mom nodded in understanding, I chose to sit next to Dad because something made me curious.
“Yah.”
“Hmm, what? Must have asked for money.”
“Hahaha... engga, but if you want to give anyway can.”.
“Hahaha, pijitin used to new tar dikasih.”
“Ready!”I started to massage my father's shoulders which looked like they weren't as firm as before.
“Yes, indeed if the army has a duty to leave the country huh?”
“Yes, especially if elected and passed the entrance test of Garuda troops for UN peace will be his duty outside, usually the countries that are in conflict.”
“Oh, so it's on the test first huh, Yah?”
I remember last night the Lieutenant told me that his duty this time was not only to represent Indonesia but also to represent the United Nations for peace in Myanmar.
“It is, the test is also difficult, not arbitrary who can join the Garuda army, they must be the best.”
I smiled proudly to hear it.
“Why indeed?”
“Engga, there are Kekey friends in Garuda troops and now again duty in Myanmar.”
“Oh yes? Great for your friend.”
I smiled as if Dad was praising me.
“Mother, don't know you have classmate.”
“Meet time in Ciwidey yesterday.”
“Oooh... Have you been married yet? Tanya want to not be a mother's ghost?”
“Hahahaha.. tar queriedin.”.
“Career and his future are guaranteed tuh.”
“Yes, Yah?”
“Usually rich that way, automatically they have more value so they can be elected in Garuda troops as well, and make no mistake our army is one of the elite soldiers that the world fears.”
Pride is always clearly reflected in the face of the father when telling stories about the TNI, and usually when you talk about the military you will be excited and forget the time, and usually when you talk about the military, until I finally decided to take a shower and change my nightgown.
No, I changed my nightgown not to get ready for bed, but to wait for the night to get late just to talk to the Lieutenant far away, hehehe. And just like yesterday at exactly 11pm my phone rang making me smile and immediately opened the incoming message.
“*Assalamu’alaikum, Za.”
“Wa’alaikkumsalam”
“Nungguin yes? Hehehe”
“Iya hehehe, it was yesterday already agreement.”
“Oh yes... earlier what was it?”
“Lecture, eat meatballs the same mustache Arga, continue to play to the OASIS bentar, go home at tell mijitin Daddy to get extra money hehehe, he, continue to open sosmed while waiting for WA from mas Yudha, have already reported jam!”
“Hahahaha.. kumplit really report.”.
“By the way who is Arga?”
“Friends from the time of Junior High to college now, the most know me very well he, I also told about Mas Yudha same him.”
“What story?”
“News that yesterday we chat until 1 pm, hehehe”
“Keep, he said what?”
“She just said, ooh.”
“Oh doang? Not saying anything?”
“Say him if you want to comment on facebook aja hehehe.”
“Hahaha.”
“He said he did not know Mas Yudha so could not comment anything afraid of wrong.”
“Assyik kaya tuh Arga.”
“Ashik really, Mas, so I can be friends until now..By the way Mas Yudha has sosmed gak?”
“Engga, why?”
“Oh really don't have it? Yes, I was going to follow.”
“Truly have no, fear viral there army handsome.”
“Hahahaha... ih pd!.”
“Truly, tar if famous so difficult artist deh can not go anywhere.”
“On mintain same signature photo together ya?”
“Iya hahaha... You have, Za?”
“Punya.”
“Many followers?”
“Lumayan hehehe.”
“Do not often upload your photos yes.”
“Why?”
“Later many know that you are beautiful, later add many rivals dech.”
“Hahahaha..Mas Yudha.”.
“Not a zombie but a fact, surely many like you, right?”
“Don't know.”
“Kok don't know?”
“Never mind.”
“Hahaha but surely many say love to you right?”
“Hehehe no.”
“There is an army that says dear to you not?”
“There, earlier.”
“Totally? Who?”
“Dad, hahaha.”
“Hahaha... oh Daddy's class person too?”
“Iya, but already retired.”
“Oh hehe..besides Dad there is more ga*?”
I held onto my chest that was beating increasingly faster, with a wide smile I started typing my answer.
“*No more, hehehe.”
“Yaa.. kasian no soldier has ever said dear*.”
I really laughed reading it, O God, too ge-er me this.
“*Hahahaha.. I did not expect you could chat with Mas Yudha rich gini.”.
“Indeed why?”
“Time in Ciwidey right Mas Yudha very rarely talk, judes very.”
“Hahaha, the condition is that time again in a place of calamity, so it must be a lot of work than chatting, if chatting continues to pity the victims*.”
I smiled reading his answer, and could conclude that he was the one in charge. That night we talked about many things that made me indirectly get to know the figure of Lieutenant Yudha Adipati Pramata. Not only handsome but also someone who is warm and responsible.
Time passed, it was more than three months than the first time I ever chatted with the Lieutenant, every night we would share stories of what made me more and more familiar with her figure and it made me fall more and more in love with her. We talked as if we had known each other for a long time, and were in love with each other.
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Hiii.. bonus, double up today. specially for the waiting rich Lieutenant Kekey 😁.
