Romance In Makara Orange

The Ball is in Your Court

And it is you who decides

Verily, Vira could not close her eyes well. Thinking of the greatness of the relationship between her, Kosa, and Mas Cokro could be this complicated. Never thought that he would be faced with a situation that so stifled his mind.

Vira who loves the mountain, and the first time to establish love with his senior without realizing it has created a tangled tangle in his romance. The braid that he tried to break but was blocked by the many knots that he accidentally tied.

This makes it very uncomfortable. His feelings became so melancholy. For her who didn't care too much, this situation was really uncomfortable. Feeling guilty about Kosa, Mas Cokro, even himself.

I want to be a mediocre student again. Who only knew mountains and books. Love is something complicated.

 

Early in the morning, along with Mirna who left for the campus for OBM, Vira actually tracked her steps back to the Betawi-style boarding house that she had visited yesterday.

I do not know how long he waited in a shabby bamboo chair yesterday he sat with Kosa until there was an old father who approached him.

“Neng, who will you meet? Early morning already here!”

“Eh Father, sorry to interrupt. I have to same boarding boy here whose name is Kosa. I just don't know his room number!” vira was a little sad.

“Who is yak?” asked the old man in the Betawi accent while showing the look of a thinking face.

Vira looks confused how to identify the characteristics of Kosa.

“That's sir, man, his hair is short straight and cute,” he said confusedly.

“Everything lives here anyway man, if sakep anyway semana?”

Vira laughs. I'm more confused to answer it.

“Well, didn't you call first?” ask the Father.

“Can't be contacted Sir!” answer Vira.

“Sini follow Mr. Ketokin aja nyok atu-atu door.”

“But I do not want to go to KUA Pak,” said Vira while pointing to the white board hanging on the terrace wall of this boarding house.

“Kalo Mr even demen to KUA mulu Neng!” he said a chuckle that made Vira smile wryly.

There were several rooms that he passed with the old father because the residents were still returning home. Room number 4 he tapped was opened by a thin man with bare-chested hair, wearing only a sarong. Vira immediately looked away.

“Not this one Sir!” sahut Vira looked up, avoiding his vision of the man before him.

Already three room doors open and always appear men with short bokser pants and a button t-shirt that makes Vira become embarrassed. Checking a man's room only for his ignorance of Sin.

Until finally appeared face Kosa with messy hair, sleepy eyes and only wearing short bokser pants. It had a little fur on its chest but it was thick from thigh to foot.

“Abang?” vira said to make sure that in front of him this is Kosa.

The man rubbed his eyes again. “Vira? Koq come here early in the morning?” said Kosa was surprised to find Vira in front of her boarding room door.

“Neng, I live first yak! Pan has met his demen,” said the old father when making sure that Vira had found the man he was looking for.

“Eh, yes Sir. Thank you very much!” sahut Vira while bowing half his body.

“Include Vir!” ask Kosa to see Vira just standing in front of him.

“Vira does not want to go to KUA,” he said reluctantly.

“Anaan anyway, there has never been an incident like that, just a doang board. Come log in!” get Kosa to grab Vira's hand and pull her gently into the room.

Kosa immediately grabbed her towel and a dipper filled with toiletries. “Abang cleaner body first yes!” said Kosa who was greeted with a nod of Vira. Kosa exited her room towards the bathroom located at the end near the kitchen.

He looked around this not-so-extensive room. Different from Natha's room is clean, neat, and quite complete. The Kosa Room was not. The mattress is located under the bare bottom of the cot, there is a wooden study table with a chair, a small size wardrobe with glass attached to one of its doors, and a still-rotating fan stuck to the wall of the room.

Vira looked at the books on the study table and some on the floor near the mattress. All books on Indonesian theory and politics. Typical reading of the vocabulary. Under the study table there is a recycled bag with a mini market brand that contains several packs of instant noodles, instant coffee, mineral water, and a pack of leather nuts. Seen behind the door hang shabby blue jeans and a light blue checkered shirt.

Vira observes the room Kosa is quite neat and fragrant room fragrant that smelled beat the smell of weathered fortune from the window sills and doors. Vira then takes Kosa's phone located on the study table and checks it. Apparently dead. It's only fitting that from earlier Vira contacted Kosa not connect.

Vira tidied up a pile of books and mattress sheets that were loose at one end. Vira then broke down her body for a moment. Staring at the ceiling that white color has begun to fade. Feeling the scent of Kosa's body. The faint smell of man with the aroma of vanilla and coffee. And now the smell of soap comes to me when Kosa goes into the room with wet hair.

Vira hurriedly got up and made Kosa laugh amusedly. “Why Vir? Afraid of Brother sniffed huh?”

“Ih, The language is severe, ugly ah!” tukas Vira whimper.

“Koq is here early in the morning? From Bekasi what time?” ask Kosa while rubbing a towel on her head.

“Vira didn't come home last night. Nginep at Natha's place,” she replied.

“Koq nginep? Three in Natha's room? No constriction?” ask Kosa back in a surprised tone.

“Natha home alone to Bekasi.”

“Koq not coming? You guys fight?” ask Kosa

Vira fell silent. Played the tip of the violet color hijab she has been wearing since yesterday. There is a fear of telling the truth to Kosa. The same fear if you have to meet again with Mas Cokro.

“Vira want a story to Brother?” ask Kosa once again to stop her daydreaming.

“Hhmm, the…. That, Mas Cokro yesterday went home. Nungguin Vira home,” said Vira in a slow tone There is a sense of tightness held in the chest that makes it difficult to explain it to Kosa.

At first glance Kosa was silent. His eyes looked straight at Vira. There was a flash of anger in his gaze that frightened Vira.

Kosa pulled Vira's hand hard. Revealing Vira's body in his arms. Approach the face and then***** these female lips. Full of desire and so rude. It surprised Vira.

Vira tries to let go of Kosa's mouth which silences her. Voiced a plea to immediately stop the inaudible. His hand pressed against Kosa's chest to keep her away. But he lost power. There was no power to stop him and could only let a tear drop across his cheek.

I don't know what stopped Kosa. Whether it was tears or the cessation of resistance from Vira. Kosa gave up her kiss but still hugged her. His impingement aura turned into gentleness. Gently stroked Vira's head.

“Abang apologizes,” says Kosa quietly.

“Abang apologies, brother khilaf.”

Repeatedly Kosa apologized which only answered by stuffing Vira. Hugged her until Vira's cry subsided. Over and over again Kosa took her breath. I regret how much this woman has been crying for so long.

Until then Vira became calm, Kosa thrust mineral water which was then gulped Vira. With a good breath, Vira picks up the books near the bed. He threw the books at Kosa one by one. Making Kosa shocked and move away.

“Eh Vir, don't throw,” screams Kosa.

“Biarina. Brother reseh. Bummer. Vira hate.”

“Iya.iya, but don't throw books. It's expensive to buy, it will be damaged.”

“Biarin.”

The stopping of both hands of Vira. The eyes of Vira again with tenderness.

“Abang sorry yes! But don't throw books. That's the life of the second brother. Vira the first.”

“Abang rest.”

“Sini Abang hugs again,” said Kosa who immediately answered Vira with the urge to stay away.

“Abang, let's talk outside. In this room danger, can make it to KUA real.”

 

Adjie Tjokro Pambudi

At ten in the morning, the Sasongko family had arrived at the residence of the Mother and Father in Kelapa Gading. They're just four. Mr. Sasongko and his wife, Lydia, and younger brother Ganindra.

Mother welcomed him happily. Her face was so sparkling when she saw Lydia entering the main door of their house.

“Waaah, this important guest. Thank you for visiting when the duty of the country has been waiting,” said Mr. Sasongko warmly welcomed.

Cokro smiled when he found Lydia staring and greeting him. The woman was wearing a pastel sackdress patterned with sleeveless flowers with a collapsed collar. The perfect appearance.

“Hi Cokro, good to see you again [please see you again],” greet Lydia.

Ganindra said hello. Lydia's little brother's face looked so shady with a little beard on his chin. Didn't say as much as Cokro did at the previous meeting.

Sasongko's second child was also unable to attend because he was still in Birmingham, England. She also apologized for having only Cokro and Sambara. Ma'am Adjeng joined her husband on a business trip to Singapore.

The two families talk to each other at length and leave Cokro and Lydia in silence. As if this is the interest of two families that are sufficiently represented by parents only.

“They are if not us who move, will not go forward with this. Though both are suitable and interested in each other,” said the Father who was followed by another crisp sound of laughter.

“How about we just set the engagement event first. Let them bond and get to know more,” said Mr. Sasongko.

Both Chocolates and Lydia, both of them swallowed saliva even though their faces were smiling.

“Month September how?” ask Mr. Sasongko.

“Dad, isn’t it too fast [Pa, isn't that too fast]?” suddenly Lydia made a sound.

“Ganindra, my third child will graduate in August and early October will immediately work at the oil company in Riau. Good indeed before Gani left,” said Ms. Sasongko.

Mom and Dad smiled happily. So too with the Sasongko family. Only Cokro and Lydia were speechless with a hint of anxiety emanating on their faces.

“Why didn’t you say anything back then [koq, you were silent earlier]?” lydia said in an angry tone when they were alone now. They are intentionally left to get to know each other better.

“Made me upset [bikin sprained]!” scared again.

Cokro speechless. He could not afford to ruin the happiness of the Father and Mother in front of the Sasongko family. That's the only reason.

 

Kosa accompanied Vira on foot down the boarding houses in the Kukusan Teknik area close to her boarding house.

“Why not take Natha aja Vir? It's good!” ask Kosa when Vira asks him to come find a boarding place.

“It feels bad, too quiet.”

“You have permission Mama? If you'd like to leave Mama alone?” ask Kosa.

“Nothing, there's Mirna. Anyway Vira want to kos!” repelled.

“Because of that guy? Mas Cokro?” ask Kosa who actually refused to mention the name of the man who had upset her since yesterday.

Vira looked at Kosa's face. “Iya, true Bang. Vira should be all the way from him!”

“You can just tell him not to find you again,” Kosa said.

Vira fell silent. Wish I could talk that to Mas Cokro. Vira realizes that Mas Cokro is always on his own initiative, deciding things without asking for Vira's opinion.

“Just Vira want to cost and it should be close to Abang!”

“Why should be near Brother? You want surveillance attached?”

Vira laughed loudly. “Yes, let Brother not cheat and spread the same charm of other girls like yesterday!”

“Aaan Vir? When is your brother cheating?”

“That was yesterday in Cafe Drizzle, the same three girls at once,” Vira accused.

“That's a maba Vir. Yesterday we met on the research train in Yogya. They cost him deket here too.”

“Same aja!”

“Tell me so you can kiss again our trus directly to KUA, right?”

Vira scowled and looked cynically at Kosa. “Basic perverted men!”

Sin laughed crisply, feeling that the situation that had made him feel annoyed and guilty is now normal again. Vira has returned as he knows it.