SEVENTEEN LINE
Unexpected-2
Aini
Raindrops this time fill the level of laziness is increasing. Weeks. Rained out. And rebound. A perfect combination to enjoy a relaxing weekend.
I remember today there was an appointment to accompany Gara to Gramedia, but seeing the weather this morning seemed to make me struggle on the bed more delicious than having to get up and prepare. I looked at my phone with a sigh. No message from Aldo, since last night's conversation we've been quiet. I became the one who responded to that. I don't really understand how Aldo feels. But I always hoped that Aldo would listen and accept the various suggestions I gave him that afternoon.
Suddenly my phone shook. A call in. Gara called. I raised the call by trying to neutralize my voice so that it doesn't sound like the person who just woke up from his sleep.
“Assalamualaikum Aini, Good Morning”, said Gara across there.
“Waalaikumsallam, good morning also Gar. Very happy voice”
“Iya dong, will see you”
“Heleh. Uh but it rained Gar”
“Iya, it looks like the rain is durable anyway. We're out in the afternoon. If the rain has stopped”
“If it doesn't stop how?”
“Yes don't have to go”
“Yahhhh.
“Haha really. You are not awake yet at this hour. Basic women”
“Eh how do you know? Hihi”
“And you are always present in my shadow”
“Gombal”
“Haha yaudah I'll see you later in the afternoon. I hung up the phone so you can sleep again. Assalamualaikum”
“Haha Yes Gara. Waalaikumsallam”
nothing is more powerful
from the June rain
he kept his missleek secret
to the flowering tree
no one is smarter
from the June rain
he removed his footprints
who hesitated on that road
nothing is more wise
from the June rain
absorbed the roots of the flower tree
June Rain; Sapardi Djoko Damono
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A plain black shirt wrapped in a Denim jacket that matches his pants. Based on the Sneakers she had worn before, it seemed to be a very casual and comfortable combination.
He's Anggara. A friend who's been interested in communicating with me for a few days. His smile expanded when he saw me coming out from behind the black fence. One afternoon with cool air after the rain. Makes me wear clothes that are also relaxed and warm. The rest of the light still covered our journey. Fresh air with less crowded streets.
We stopped at a Gramedia shop in the corner of the city. We went around looking for the book he was looking for. While waiting for him, I went around looking at various bestseller novels on the shelves of the novel section. There are many books that interest me. One by one, I read the synopsis of the book carefully. Until unconscious because I was beside me looking at me with a smile.
“Udah ready to find the book?”, I told Gara.
I put back the book I read the synopsis for.
Gara smiled and said, “Already. Do you want to save the novel?”
“Do not. Aja” later, I said.
For taking the novel and pulling me towards love.
“Judah let us pay first”
“Loh, the novel is carried by Gar”
“Iya. I'll take. Make you”
“I can grab later Gara”
“You are calm. This is a gift because you want to accompany me”
I just nodded and waited for him next to Kassa.
After successful payment. We walked to Dunkin Donuts. I picked some doughnuts that we would enjoy.
“You like chocolate so much? Sample all chocolate so”, said Gara to me.
“Eh yes. You don't like it, do you? Did I change some of the ones that made you?”
“Neg. That's a gapapa. I went to the toilet first ya”
“OK”
I sat down so casually that I accidentally dropped Gara's bag on the floor. In a hurry I picked up some of the falling items scattered about. How surprised I was to see a brown and blank letter paper. I recall. That's the paper I used to see in my desk drawer. And this chocolate. This chocolate is the chocolate that I used to see as well along with the letter. Whatisthis? How can this be? Kok Gara can have a paper like this. What's it about that gave me chocolate and that letter? But the initials in the letter were always Yoga. What is a pseudonym.
I saw Gara walking towards me. I hurried to get the stuff back where it was.
What you think is true is not necessarily true. A lot of things are confusing. But one day there will be more things that are slowly becoming clear.
