Princess Cost

Princess Cost
21# Heart expression



The speed of the Dewa motorcycle broke through the streets of Jakarta which was jammed. In front of his motorcycle, there was a small suitcase belonging to Sri. While in her bonce Sri sat sweetly and hugged her from behind.


Every red light flashed, there was an opportunity for the Gods to hold Sri's hand that was coiled around her waist.


"Sri, don't stay in the village for long." God Saying.


"Yes, it's." Sri Sahut.


"How many days in Bandung is it planned?" Ask Sri.


"More than 2 weeks Sri. I want to prepare KKN as well." God Saying.


"Oh yes, Mas Dewa has risen to the 6th semester huh." Sri Saying.


"Yes, pray yes, let's graduate quickly and well. Let me focus on work and apply for you." God Saying.


Sri smiled shyly and spread her head on the shoulders of the Gods.


"I must be really upset with you." Sri Saying.


The god smiled at the words of his lover.


"I am too." Say God while getting ready to gas after the green light.


A few minutes later, they arrived at the train station. God parked his motorcycle in a special parking lot of motorcycles. After God parked his motorcycle, the man dropped Sri's suitcase.


"Come on." Said the God while extending his hand.


Sri immediately welcomed the hand of God and grasped it tightly.


The Lord delivered Sri to the station. While waiting for the train to arrive, they sat in a coffee shop in the station area.


There is still 1 hour for them to be together before the arrival of the train that will be taken by Sri to Yogyakarta.


The god looked at the sweet girl who had now become the moor of his heart.


"You're getting prettier all day, making kangen. Now it feels like my heart is screaming for miss. You haven't left and you're still in front of me." God Saying.


"Gomball." Sri said while laughing widely.


"Serius Sri." God said with a shy smile.


"By the way, is Butet coming home or not?" Ask Gods.


"Go home."


"It's safe, isn't it, the Cempaka is alone in the hostel?" Ask the gods again.


"God willing to be safe. His problems are very tight kost-kostan. Nyak Tatik kireweteeee forgive me Mas." Said Sri while laughing.


"Thank God then."


The god breathed a sigh of relief and was sure that Cempaka would be fine at the boarding houses.


"Oh yes, Mas Dewa when to leave for Bandung?" Ask Sri.


"After you leave, I go too." God Saying.


"What's okay?"


"Retail my motorcycle."


"Aren't you tired of Mas?" Ask Sri.


"It's normal. Sometimes I go home once a week when I don't have a job."


"Indeed, the God of opo work anyway?" Ask Sri curiously.


"Freelance." God Saying.


The sound of a train horn sounded. Seen the train majors Jakarta-Yogyakarta come and parked on the platform in the middle of the station.


Their time is getting narrower. Sri looked at the God closely. The dimpled man returned Sri's gaze.


"I love you." God Saying.


Sri blushed in shame.


"Don't dong Mas. I'm gonna be heavy to go." Sri Saying.


The god smiled and pinched Sri's cheeks which looked flushed.


"Take care of yourself baby, don't be naughty there." God Saying.


Sri's cheeks are getting red. He could not resist the sadness of parting with the gods. Although only for a while, but for two people who are drunk romance feels very heavy.


Sri got up from her seat and hugged the God who came up from her seat.


"Be careful on the road. Stay alert, lots of bad guys. I don't want you on the road. Oh yeah, let's say when it's over." God Saying.


"Yes, it's."


The god kissed Sri's forehead and handed her the girl's suitcase.


"Greetings to your Mother and Father Sri." God again.


Sri simply nodded and removed her hand from the hand of the God.


"See you later." Sri Saying.


The god nodded and saw a puddle of tears in the corner of his eyes.


Sri stepped out of the coffee shop and walked to the platform where the train he was about to ride was parked.


Sri looked back again. He saw the God waving his hand. Sri also smiled and returned the hand of the man she loved. After that, Sri entered the train car and went to find her seat.


..


Tonight is just Butet and Cempaka at the boarding house. Even the lonely Cempaka, knocked on Butet's room.


"Korokkk." Butet said that was cool to pluck a fine feather in his armpit.


"Jeez, what are you doing with Butet?" Ask Sri.


"Don't you see what I'm doing? I'll have to look well groomed later in the village. If not, my host can repeat 3 days 3 nights." Butet.


Cempaka laughed and sat down on Butet's desk chair.


"Surely my tea will be lonely alone." Cempaka.


"There's no Rozi." Say Butet while putting the glass and tweezers.


Cempaka was speechless and looked clumsy as Butet called Rozi by name.


Since Rozi expressed his love for Cempaka, since then Cempaka has continued to avoid Rozi. Not because he didn't like the guy. Cempaka just doesn't want to meet. The meeting with Rozi only made Cempaka feel pain and regret for rejecting Rozi's love.


"Eh, why are you quiet?" Ask Butet.


"No, dad Tet." Speak Cempaka with lethargy.


"You like Rozi, don't you?" Ask Butet.


Cempaka looked at Butet with sad eyes.


"I'm talking about the same story, Cem. Don't keep it. We're here sodara Cem. I can't understand how you feel." Butet.


"Tet, do you like tea too A' Rozi?" Ask Cempaka.


This time it was Butet who was silent.


"We're being honest with Tet, let's be relieved." Cempaka.


Butet got out of his bed and sat on the edge of the bed facing Cempaka who was sitting on his desk chair.


"Yes, I like Bang Rozi. But I know Cem. He doesn't like me, and our religion is different. You know that yourself." Butet.


Cempaka looked into Butet's eyes which now looked sad. Then, he breathed heavily.


"Bang Rozi likes you, Cem, if you like him, go after him." Butet.


Cempaka tried to find seriousness in Butet's eyes.


"Actually tea, it's been a long time Bang Rozi expressed his love for me Tet."


Butet looked up and looked at Cempaka seriously.


"Seriously you?" Ask Butet.


Cempaka just nodded and lowered his face.


"Teros, is that kelen?" Ask Butet.


"Ng-ng-no Tet, I refuse his love A'a Rozi." Cempaka.


"Ish paok kali..! why apparently!" Butet asked who seemed annoyed that Cempaka was rejecting Rozi's love.


Cempaka just kept quiet and kept his face down.


"Fear up, so I had a hard time concentrating on yesterday's test." Say Cempaka again.


"I don't know that much Cem..! What I'm asking is, WHY DO YOU REFUSE TO LOVE THE ROZI...!"


Cempaka raised his face and looked at Butet closely.


"Why? If you love why you refuse!" Say Butet who looks anxious with Cempaka.


"I don't want our friendship destroyed Tet. I don't want us to understand just because of men, you or I feel uncomfortable and move boarding." Cempaka.


Butet fell silent and looked at Cempaka in disbelief.


"That's your excuse?" Ask Butet.


Cempaka nodded and wiped his tears.


"I don't want to lose you Tet. Best friend tea for me number one, while men can be selected again." Cempaka.


Butet's tears flowed down his cheeks.


"I swear you're too good, Cem! Though I'm not papa, if you're the same Rozi..!" Butet.


"I've tea told you, I'm afraid of losing you Tet. It feels like my friendship, you and Sri are already very suitable in this house." Cempaka.


"Yeahaaannn." Butet could not speak anymore. He hugged Cempaka tightly. Then, he cried haru in the arms of Cempaka.


"Let's see you're the same Rozi. I can't be the same as him. Even though I like her, I still have a crocodile farm out there. Believe me you're Cem. I'm a female crocodile. So it doesn't matter to me." Say Butet while letting go of his embrace.


Cempaka laughed while crying at Butet's words.


"You've got tea - it's Tet." Said Cempaka while wiping away her tears.


"You are there. So much so that you're the same as me! though I'm often mean to you." Butet.


"You tea is never evil as I Tet." Cempaka.


"Bad me, I love to take your food." Say Butet while chuckling.


Butet and Cempaka laughed together. Now Cempaka is relieved. So's Butet. The sacrifice of Cempaka who is more concerned with the feelings of his best friend bears sweet fruit. Butet was not as selfish as he had thought all along. Butet the man with the breastplate, just like Cempaka.


They are good people who are found and allowed to make sincere friendships.