Short Story (Cerpen)

Raflesia in Losari (Part 2)

Category: Romantic Love Short stories

Title: Raflesia Blooms in Losari (Part 2)

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Sunday afternoon inspiration as usual came to the meeting of the organization that he participated in at his campus, indeed lately inspiration rarely came to the event, besides being busy with the task Thursday, ilham is also too lazy with some formal activities that he must follow.

'illham. ilham.' a voice calling for inspiration from a distance,

'uh.. brother idham, what is it?' ask for inspiration to the senior of the organization after the meeting is over.

'you have a minute, I have something to talk about..'

'owh. yes, a lot of kok hehe.'

'good then, and what about the next 2 weeks? Are you too much free time or no urgent activities?'

'ehmmm. it seems so.' said the inspiration of confusion,

'actually what's up, brother?' keep up the curious inspiration.

'how ham, there will be a Munas that will be held in a few days, our organization gets the opportunity this year to represent the campus to participate in the activity,'

'munas?'

'yes, actually brother apandi who will be sent to leave, but because he is having important business in his village, then we appoint you as his successor, are you willing..'

'haa.. his replacement? Why me..?'

'after we met earlier, it seems that you are the most fit to participate in this activity, besides this is closely related to the advertising unit that you head.but if you also can not, this is also related to the advertising unit, we have to find someone else to replace you.'

'eh. si. ready. sis, I am willing.of course I am willing this is a pride once can represent this organization' a little stammering reply.

'thank you then..'

'what is this in palembang again like last year?' tanya ilham curious, he was impatient to go to Palembang, he had not been there since he was a child, besides there are some fellow hobby animation friends who live there.

'no. maybe this is a bit further than before, presumably this year held in southern sulawesi, precisely in the city of end of view, makassar.' explained kak idham.

'haa.. Makassar?' inspired said shocked and could not believe hearing that

'right ham, this year it's the turn of central Indonesia who got the opportunity to be the host, and Makassar who was chosen, precisely at hassanudin university, owh about the cost you don't have to worry, you don't have to worry, the campus has provided the funds, both for round-trip airfare and also your accommodation during there, about food and shelter, will be provided by the committee there. Hopefully the funds will be liquid tomorrow morning'.

'uh. well brother, thank you very much.' said the inspiration with a face that met so happy.

Ilham walked slowly on his red duck motorcycle, still could not believe it, went to makassar?, an experience so great for him.. will he meet Nira there? Ilham was impatient to get home soon and contact nira via facebook chat later tonight.

After bathing, praying and eating, the inspiration immediately grabbed his cellphone lying on the mattress, unnoticed by the indistinct chiming of the brother samil who was still busy flipping back some papers and thick books, he said, the monitor still kept on lighting up with him. It seems that the script is still no development seeing from the wrinkle on the forehead and his behavior just now.

He opened the facebook screen through his old phone, repeatedly he refreshed the page, and it seems that he did not go online, inspiration began to worry, since the last chat that was still a question mark with the nira, and he did not want to go online, he has not been able to communicate back.is it possible to be angry with his words at that time?, but nothing seems wrong.

Late at night, there was no sign of mind activating the chat on his facebook, finally the inspiration gave up too, he had to bang early tomorrow, a lot of preparation that he had to do before his departure to makassar.

'nira. I plan to leave for Makassar in 2 days, from bengkulu will leave in the morning, maybe reach the sultan hassanudin airport at around 6 pm, hopefully we can meet..' type inspiration through the massage on facebook.

Then he fell into a deep sleep that night, as a strange dream approached him about raflesia blooming on the beach losari.

Early in the morning the inspiration was already stupefied the next day, after the dawn prayer he immediately typed some letters that he would convey to the lecturer with his permission not to follow the lecture for 1 week in accordance with the length of his activities there, ilham did not plan to add a few days there, considering he did not have too much funds.

Before leaving for campus that morning, inspiration still took the time to see the message on his facebook, but apparently there was no reply from nira, inspiration finally gave up, disappointed indeed, indeed, but he could not do anything, regretting that he had not asked for his phone number, because he was still too traumatized to get too close to a woman.

Ilham was in such a hurry at his campus this morning, some of the letters still did not fold neatly in his steps, including a letter from the organization on his departure to makassar, it was not realized there was a girl in front there who was also too busy with her phone,

'uh..' The two of them shouted softly as they collided with each other,

'uh. ilham.' said the short-haired girl.

'owh. sari. sorry I didn't see that, ' said the inspiration to the girl who had incised such a deep wound in her heart, she looked ordinary, just plain, although a little surprised to be able to meet the sari here, although both are one university, but sari and inspiration are in different faculties, so that the distance of the lecture places that are far apart makes them almost never meet.

'sorry.' said sari bowed embarrassed, he still could not look into the eyes of inspiration. until he accidentally saw some paper that fell on the floor, he ridge one of them.

'makassar?' sari slowly

'yes. I will go to makassar tomorrow morning, pray yes.' said ilham while smiling and grabbing the paper from the sari.

'uh. yes, be careful on the road yes ham.' said sari slowly, with a small smile to the inspiration..

'yes. thank you, sar.' said the inspiration slowly as it passed leaving the girl.

Sari stood at the same time as the last time they parted, there was a sense of pain that spread through her heart, after how long it did not meet, she finally had to separate again, she had to separate again, parting with a man she knew was so sincere as to love her, yet she selfishly threw it away, slowly tears trickling down the corner of her sari eyes remembering her guilt.

That morning inspiration set off on a white angkot that will take him to fatmawati soekarno bengkulu airport, after last night he said goodbye to both parents and his brother in the village by phone and also drove his favorite duck bike to kak samil, not much was asked by kak samil in exchange for maintaining the motorbike, just ask to be prayed always so that this time the script is accepted, which of course was followed by the laughter of both of them that night.

Ilham stopped at the entrance gate of fatmawati Soekarno airport, he rolled up again the black-wired backpack he carried, that was all he carried because he did not have a suitcase, he was not, so that starting from several sheets of clothes, proposals and files, to a throw made of durian he forced to fit in the backpack. After reading the prayer, he walked to the airport.

Officers at the airport helped inspire him so quickly that he was not too confused despite this first experience of boarding a plane, so now he was on a plane that would soon fly him to the airport soekarno-hatta.

He smiled lightly as he looked at the land that was getting farther away from him, this was his first experience riding an iron bird, and it became such a valuable experience.

1 hour later the inspiration has been standing in one of the terminals at the busiest airport in Indonesia, he was a little confused with the surrounding, he said, he wants to ask but it seems that people are too indifferent with their respective activities so that he undoes the intention.

He opened another copy of the note from bang jelly where he should walk, indeed bang welly had several times to leave and transit at this airport, so he knew a lot of it.

'reporting to the transit section.' was the first one written on the copelan.

'transit..?' murmuring inspiration, he looked at the absence of transit writing there, he walked again slowly so he dared to ask a middle-aged man who seemed not too busy.

'sorry sir, I want to ask you, the transit section where yes..'

'owh.. There son, later there will be writing, just follow it.' said the man was friendly.

'fine, thank you very much sir.' said ilham as he shook the man's hand.

'yes. equally son.'

'the plane to Makassar will leave at around 2 pm, this is your boarding pass.' said the officer while giving a stamp and returning the boarding pass ilham.

He read there where the waiting room he had to go, after wandering around for a while he found the place not far from where the officer had been.

'still at 12..?' murmuring inspiration, there is still a lot of time for the next flight.The stomach of inspiration has sounded friendly, even though it had breakfast this morning, it is not enough to prop up the stomach of inspiration. he walked down the aisle hoping there was something he could eat..

But inspiration undoes the intention, after seeing some prices are set on the walls of each canteen, and several times ask directly to the canteen at the airport..

'too expensive.' murmured inspiration while reaching for the 5000s pocket in his pants, even though there is real money, but he had to save money for costs in Makassar later.. until finally there is a machine that inspires interest.

After a bit clumsy when inserting paper money into the machine, finally coffee and small ice cubes came out of it too, enough to just wipe the thirst and muffle the heat from the stomach of inspiration. some pieces of clay that he brought, also he ate.

After the dzuhur prayer, the inspiration rested in the waiting room that he had been looking for before, he lyrics the clock, already at 2 o'clock but there was no sign of their departure. Because he was bored he tried to just open facebook who knows nira has replied to his message.

After clicking a few buttons, he will immediately go to the facebook page however, loading feels so long, and always fails when you want to connect to the internet, repeatedly inspired to try it, and, but finally he checked the pulse and it turned out to be empty. he just remembered the pulse was up to call his parents last night, and forgot to fill it.

3 Hours have passed, finally the plane he was waiting for came too, the plane he was boarding turned out to have a long delay, but the inspiration did not bother about it, he said, although he was worried also had to take a vehicle what later from the airport to unhaz.

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SULTAN HASSANUDIN INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

The large writing was clearly displayed illuminated by several floodlights on the airport wall even though the day was so dark. He reset the watch in his hand with the addition of 1 hour, so now it has entered at 8.45 pm local time.

'astaga, was it last night?' murmured ilham confused..

I don't know who he should call, the pulse runs out, and the mainstay copelan of bang welly can not be relied upon because bang welly himself has never been to makassar, because of confusion and failed to ask here and there, here, finally the inspiration walked straight to the terrace of the airport's arrival terminal after a little he was amazed by the floor running like a conveyor that he climbed just now..

In the midst of his confusion to find a ride, accidentally the corner of his eyes glanced at the figure sitting alone far away..

A girl in a red hood, sitting by herself and bowing her head over and over again like she was enduring such overwhelming sleepiness, beside her were two small cups and a black bundle.

At once he remembered the color of the veil, so similar to the cartoon profile photo of his friends chating all this time.

'nira.' was accidentally inspired to say, a blushing smile adorned his tired face, although he was not quite sure if the girl was really mean.

Immediately he rolled up again his heavy black backpack, and immediately headed for the girl who was still down.

'nira.' said the inspiration slowly, his heart shaking violently..

The girl slowly faced towards him, although a little shabby from being so tired, the beauty and sweetness of the core girl remained hidden..

The girl rubbed and rubbed her own eyes, as if confirming who was standing in front of her at this moment.

'ilham..' He said softly as a blushing smile slowly expanded from his face..