
Spacewalk
"Figures.. "
"Eh.. You Race.. " I looked towards her. "Sorry Fer. I go first! " My interest in Ferdi my college friend.
"Woy lah.lo it instantly forget the same temen if there is him! " Ledek Ferdi, with his distinctive Javanese accent is thick.
"Haha.. Not the concept either! yes if called for sure I nyaut. Unplug it first.. "
"Don't forget yo.. Space! a night in wait at basecamp! "
"Sip! "I stepped out of Ferdi. And approached Laras who was standing waiting for me in front of the campus gate.
"Your mom is waiting for you! He said don't take you.. That was the message just on the phone! Do you have class? "
"Ngga.. wait for you to finish! "
"Yes yuk.. Don't forget to stop by your favorite cake shop.. "
I nodded, and walked side by side with Laras heading towards the parking lot.
These few months, I'm getting closer to her. Because he was also an intermediary for my closeness with my mother.
The barrel opened a path and a gap for me to get into mom's life.
"By the way, how's your family doing in Bandung? " Task Laras suddenly.
"Good.. "
"You don't miss Bandung, Angkasa?I really wanted to go there.. He said Bandung is also one of the forgotten cities.. For tourists who have been there. Culinary is also kind? I want to try the name cilok.. cilor. same let alone tuh. batagor Bandung! "
I put on a smile. "If batagor here there is also a race time.. "
"Different is. I want the original made in Bandung.. Must be delicious, right? " Said Laras enthusiastically.
"Hm.. No good food! " That sentence is spoken, a phrase that Rainbows often say every time I protest about the taste of food.
"When.. Would you take me to Bandung? what about a semester break? Must be Ngizinin' mom if you're the same! people now, I'm more concerned with you than I am. hhh! " The barrel snorted, and he pursed his lips.
I did not answer Laras's invitation, but I remembered that I had promised to return to Bandung if 3 months ago had managed to get closer to mother.
During the trip, Laras continued to invite me to this chat.. Apparently behind his graceful appearance, he was also quite chatty and could not stop talking.
Drrt.. Drrt..
The phone in my jacket pocket was shaking. With one hand I took it. But because I was driving, I had a little trouble.
"Here I help you take it! " Suddenly, Laras' hand grabbed the jacket zipper to the left and opened it.
He took his cell phone and looked at it.
"Bas... Barrels.. "
"Eh. iyah this.. "
"Thank you.. " I also took the phone out of his hand.
The atmosphere turned very quiet.
I saw from the homepage there was a message notification.
A pen?
I was stunned for a moment.
And opened my eyes in disbelief.
After all this time, Pela never returned my message.
Now he himself sends a message.
I quickly opened the app, while one hand was still holding the steering wheel.
I am not focused on driving.
Because instantly my feelings are not careless, while smiling.. I opened the message.
Rainbow: Assalamu'alaikum.. How are the numbers?
Pela was online, while still pulling the corner of my lips. I started typing messages..
"Angkasaaaa! "
Tiiinnn... Tiii...
Panicked, I immediately slammed the steering wheel to the left.
Bruugh.
***
Rainbows
Degs.. Degs.. Degs..
My heart was pounding, as my finger just pressed the send button.
In fact, all this time I never reply to a single message sent by the number under the pretext of evading.
The message has been read, and signifies a blue check.
But, a few minutes of waiting, there was no reply from the numbers.
For some reason, my heart broke.
And there was a sense of disappointment tucked between my relief, because it could give mom an excuse that Figures didn't reply to my message.
Hhh..
I looked at the screen of the phone for 10 minutes, but I saw that he was typing a message.But why did the number not also reply to my message and greetings?
Is Numbers angry with me? Because I never reply to his messages?
Or did he want to reply to me because he never replied to his message?
Yes already..
I have a reason for you, right?
***
Barrels
My name is Larasati, I am now 19 years old and studying at one of the PTS in Yogyakarta.
A few months ago, I met a man at the hospital.
Called Space.
When I first saw her, I liked her.
Who doesn't love a handsome guy?
Although the appearance is a bit messy, with slightly shaggy hair and style clothes that are urakan.
He was watching Kinanti's mother being treated.
Akh yes.. Kinanti's mother and Abhimanyu's father were my foster parents.
I was raised in an orphanage, and when I was 10 years old, adopted by them.
They are the best parents for me.. Because I was treated like their real child.
Back to Space.
Whether it was coincidence or fate, we were rediscovered when he was looking for a hostel near my house.
Obviously with passion I helped her to lobby the boarding house, so that she would give her a room that was indeed at that time one of her would be vacated.
After he moved to a boarding house near my house, we became closer and closer.
Today, mom told Angkasa to have dinner at my house.
Alhamdulillah, gradually the mother has begun to be able to stand and walk without the help of crutches or wheelchairs.
Although it has not been long, but this is a considerable progress.
Not only do I feel comfortable near Space, it turns out that mother also feels the same way. In fact, it can be said, mother always paid more attention to him.
Can you hope, God?
If one day I could have a future husband Angkasa?
I don't have to worry about father and mother's blessing, because they seem to like Angkasa a lot.
***
Long live..
There he was Angkasa, chatting with his friend.
I called him, and he turned to me.
He smiled slightly, saying goodbye to his friend.
Every day, I would go to college or go home with him. Otherwise I'll wait for him.. He patiently waited for me to finish college.
We both got into the Space car, and somehow with her I became talkative and happy to tell anything.
Including the memories of my childhood in the orphanage.
However, however, I often tell stories and want to know a little about the story of his life, origin and family.
Space could always cover it.
Drrt.. Drrt..
The sound of the Space phone vibrating.
With one hand he tried to take it.But one more hand while driving.
Ish..
He was how the hell, again nyetir even busy taking HP.
"Here I help you take it! " I reached out and grabbed the zipper of the jacket to his left and opened it.
Ride the phone and because I was curious, I also saw the phone wallpaper that turned out to be lit.
Deg.
I'm stunned.
On the wallpaper, Angkasa's face was plastered together with a woman.
Real close.
Even the woman leaned her head on the shoulder of Space.
Sweet.
That's the impression I saw when I saw it.
The woman's hair is long and as a fellow woman, I admit that her smile is very charming.
"Bas... Barrels.. "
My daydreams were broken because Angkasa called me several times.
There is a kind of pain that feels in the recesses of the heart.
"Eh. iyah this.. " I gave her my phone too.
"Thank you.. "She said, while opening the phone.
I see, he was so excited and smiled when he noticed the message he received.
From whom?
Is it possible from the woman on the wallpaper?
What does this have to do with space?
Does Angkasa have a boyfriend?
With a huff, I sat in silence. Trying to get rid of the strange feeling that made me want to ask Angkasa, who is that woman?
But.. What is my right?
I'm not his nobody he's not.
While Angkasa was busy typing messages while smiling to himself.
"Figures.. Better to pull over first if you want to reply to a message! " I said a little annoyed.
But Angkasa does not listen, he is still busy with his cellphone.
I looked forward, there was a truck overtaking and a sudden stop right in front of us.
"Angkasaaaa! "
Tiiinnn... Tiii...
The sound of the horn was at sea, and suddenly Angkasa slammed the steering wheel to the left.
Bruugh.
The car hit the sidewalk, and my head slightly bumped forward.
While Angkasa was face down, his face hit the stir. A few seconds later, blood flowed from his temple.
His body was hollow and he was unconscious.
"Angkasaaa... Banguun! Build Space! "
***