Short Story (Cerpen)
love takes away my grief (part 1)
pay the debt first.
That day was so boring for me. For me all days feel the same, yes every day different names, but still the same it feels no different for me. Yes, of course, only for one.
The first thing that made me this way was 'He'. She's what I mean is my mom, that woman makes me and my dad miss her. How not since his departure I just stayed alone with my father at home. But what could have done to a calamity has befallen him.
It was late at night, the road was quiet about the hour had shown at 23:00 WIB. Mom just came home from grandma's house after gulping her. Dad and I can't pick it up because we're on vacation out of town. Mom accidentally didn't 'em because no one was guarding the house. Yes, we are only three. Me, dad and mom.
On the way home suddenly from a different direction came a black avanza that drove at high speed, the car nudged the left handlebar of the red mio motor mother. It caused the mother to lose her balance and without realizing that there was a fast-moving truck on her right. And finally mom hit the truck and dragged as far as 4 meters.
At that time the mother was still half conscious but when heading to the ER the mother ran out of blood and eventually died. I haven't even spoken the last word to him. If you remember the heartbreaking incident it would be like I was looking for a black avanza driver who had caused my mother's death. I still hold a grudge against that irresponsible rider!.
The second is love. Those are the words I often find in a novel, a movie, and the story of my best friend Lisa. And me alone? Oh don't ask me, I certainly don't know what love is, true love and so on. All I have ever found is love, yes the love of father, mother and best friend only. And that to me is more than enough.
That's why I'm always pensive on the balcony outside my room. I sat on a rattan chair that was round in shape and with high legs. My feet I put on the rattan child's legs. With the right hand supporting the chin, while not letting go of my memory on the figure of the woman. Even though it was even six months after his death, but until now I still have not given up his departure that feels so fast. And until this second my grudge against the rider of the black avanza has not faded.
Lisa is my best friend. His house is right next to my house. We have been friends since childhood, and we have always been in school until college. After graduating from college he worked in one of the private companies in the city, he was very lucky. While I became a waiter at one of the restaurants in this city. Lisa is a good friend, she always wants to listen to my complaints and is always there when I am happy or sad. When my mother left, she was willing to stay at my house in the first seven days of my mother's departure. To always entertain me. He's really my best friend.
'Princesses.. Put.. Princess..!!.' Lisa screamed at me from below. It seems like he has something important to tell me, because he was never this excited to see me.
'Yes Lis, what is it?.' I asked full of curiosity.
'I'm going upstairs now!.' he shouted again.
'Yes Lis.' My answer.
Geck. tok.. Lisa knocked on my bedroom door in a hurry.
'Yes a minute Lis, patient dong.' I ran and opened my room door.
'Uh. anu Put, anu.' He said gasping.
'What's up Lisa?' Ask wonder.
'I have a job for you!' While giving a piece of paper containing job advertisements in a local television station office. It says it needs a reporter.
'Wow, this is my dream Lis! I'll try this, thank you guys, at least if I get a job there automatically my servant title regardless hahahahaha.' My laughter, and hugging Lisa to thank him.
'Hahaha.. Yes, we are both friends.' Said Lisa while returning my embrace.
Yep. Since I finished college I have not found a suitable job for me. Being a waiter at a famous restaurant is actually not bad and the salary is good. But I have to find a better job for my life in the future, and that is certainly not my goal, and certainly not in line with the title S. On me that is.
Drumm. drumm the sound of my blue beat motor machine was heard in the trunk of the house, I was heating the machine. Yes, today I'm going to try to apply for a job at the local television station office that Lisa showed me the other day, after putting my papers in, and my job application letter in the bag, in my heart I prayed 'May be given a smooth, Amin'. I immediately pumped gas to get there.
Citt's.. Gubrakk..
The black avanza nudged my left handlebar until I became increasingly out of balance. And I ended up falling right in front of that car. The car immediately put the brakes on, the driver got out and helped me. He seemed like a good man, after I saw his anxious face when I saw my condition. But honestly, he wasn't completely wrong.
And luckily I didn't have any serious injuries, just injuries to my hands and knees. 'Oh not my bike, my left rearview seems to be broken, as a result of a fall earlier. And that black avanza car, which must have been scuffed too. That car, black avanza. This incident seems to remind me of something. Yes, in the accident that happened to my mother six months ago, and now it happened to me. It's just a coincidence, my inner self.
The man who hit me earlier let me into the station's office. 'Hmmmm maybe he works here too.' Thought. 'But the employee there seemed to be very familiar and polite to the man who bumped into me. They said good morning kindly, and yes who certainly asked me who was being broken, he said he accidentally hit me and wanted to treat me. Hmm the man in charge.' My inner.
'Eits, wait a minute is he the boss, or the person who plays an important role in this office?' I asked in my heart. Everyone here is so polite to him. 'Hahaha if it's true this is my opportunity to make him accept me to work here, as an apology because he has bumped into me, hahahaha.' I laugh in my heart with a triumphant smile.
I felt pain as the wound on my knee came into contact with the wet cotton after being covered in betadin. It surprised me and broke my daydream. Suddenly I screamed in pain. 'Sorry ups know, slow down!.' My yelling. Fortunately we were in a room, so my screams just now were not heard by the employees here.
'Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.' Answer the man who tried to treat my wounds.
'You were deliberately trying to kill me?.' I said while pointing at his face with my index finger, with a sharp look.
'Hey, I'm still sane! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, my mind was a mess. And at that time you also no longer focus on the road, right? So it's not entirely my fault dong.' The reply.
'Oh, it's wrong not to confess! Apologizing also seems to be without guilt.' I'm upset.
He looked at my left hand, not that he saw not my injured left hand but what I was holding. And he took it from me.
'Hey, give that back to me!.' I'm upset.
'Hmmm, so your goal here, would be to apply to be a reporter, would you? Well, I'm ready to help as my apology, how?'
Of course I was very happy to hear it, and it was in line with what I was thinking just now.
'Hmmm..really?'
'Yeah, hmm sorry what's your name? My name is Andri, Andri Kencana Putra.' He shook my hand.
'Daughter, Purti Deswita.' I replied with a smile, replying to his hand.
'OK, since it's not possible for you to walk alone upstairs, so let me deliver your papers and cover letter to my boss' desk.' Her speech.
'Well, here's the map, thank you Andri, Hmm maybe I should call you Mr Andri, just like the employees here?' I asked with a little mockery.
'Hahahaha. don't overdo Andri's just enough.' His ideal.
'Okay, I'll go upstairs first, I'll be right back.' He had not yet set foot, his body immediately turned to face me again. It seems like there is something he wants to say again.
'Hey, but tomorrow at 08.00 WIB you have to come back here again, for a test in front of the camera okay? Hmm but what's your situation?' Ask worried.
'No need to worry about my situation.' Reply lightly.
'alright'. The drill.
He immediately climbed the stairs nimbly to produce a slightly noisy sound of shoes, but then the sound of the shoes disappeared as it got further away.
crazy up but only 6 episodes yh his hands lemes deh
