Steps Connect

Are Same?

"Emang Candra's got a house here, huh?" Hartik investigates to Anara who just came out of the bathroom.

"Yes, I just found out about this, too. The Kusuma Estate."

"Humm ... Why do you shampoo anyway, An?" The strange question from Hartik after seeing Anara's hair that was soaked makes the asked confused. But seeing Hartik's face waiting for an answer from her, Anara was forced to answer the question that seemed funny.

"Let's be clean, what other question is this, Tik?" Anara chuckles with her head.

"You don't end up weird, do you?" Hartik's index finger now leads to Anara with a serious look.

"Yes my. You think I'm done anyway? Oooooo, your mind needs to be washed, Tik! There's-there's just." Maybe his best friend was thinking in that direction, Hartik's imagination was high as well.

"Well, what were you doing at Candra's house until you came home this afternoon?"

"She's sorry about yesterday's problems, besides we're not both. There was Bryan too."

"Ooh ... Don't think it's just the two of you."

"Wait, that means three. You're the same Candra's been weird dong?" It turns out that this topic of discussion is still continuing.

"Do you want to know what you want to know?"

"Oh Allah, An. Remember God!" The joke sentence from Anara just now seems to be a mistake because now Hartik is like a religious leader who is struggling. The real Anara is still very tired, forced to be a loyal listener.

Beduk began to be pitched followed by the echo of the voice of Magrib who led the birds back to the cage. The sky began to dim and the city lights had become lights. At that time, then finished a long lecture from the woman from Gresik. Anara breathed a sigh of relief in the twilight of the city this time, before long Hartik came out of Anara's room with a smile full of pride.

"Oh finally, I no longer repeat that sentence to Hartik." Anara closed the door to her room.

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After the stomach is filled with rice complete with typical earth ointment Arema. Anara decided to open her laptop. Not to work on a UAS task or project, it was already completed even before the silent weekend break. This time to glare at the movie Cinta but Beda which he copied from his boarding friends long before he went to Jogja.

In the midst of seriousness watching a film that tells the story of a man from Jogja who fell in love with the girl Minang but different beliefs, Anara's mobile phone rang as a sign of the phone in. He pressed the space button to stop the film. His hand grabbed the phone while his eyes were busy staring at a name ... Janus.

"Haloo Janu." Now his body is on the bed.

"Hello is also Anara. What time was it in Malang?"

"Jam 6 is like that." He deliberately smiled even though it was invisible to his interlocutors.

"Oh .. Did I bother you?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Phone driver, An. Fear to disturb."

Their conversations flowed like old friends who did not meet, bitter memories of being left without a message seemed to be erased just like that, starting from discussing Jogja (again, again, and again), and again, each life after parting ways without communication, until the discussion of the 5cm film that is so viral that it invites many climbers to flock to Semeru. Everything created laughter on Anara's ayu face, also in the heart of the man across there.

They didn't feel like they were joking for nearly two hours. When she heard the door of her room being knocked, Anara let down her tone and found Hartik in front of the room door.

"Candra?" Without a sound Hartik asked his best friend.

"No, Janu." Anara answered Hartik without making a sound.

Finally, the phone connection between Anara and Janu was completely cut off in the duration of two hours. Now Hartik has come to sit on the mattress with the expression will do an interview.

"An, why is it still your ex's calling?"

"Here, that mode, An."

"Why the hell are you? The effect is very similar Janu. Though inget do not fit in Parangtritis, you are Tik who revealed I made him meet."

"Yes, but to settle your unfinished business. Well, now it's."

"What's wrong if you still contact the same ex?"

"Aren't you afraid of CLBK (Old Love Springing Back) as much as him?" Hartik's question this time was greeted with laughter by Anara.

"Tik, Tik, there's-there's you. No, there's Candra." Anara's index finger has pressed the space button again. The two-hour film has now been re-examined.

"If there is no Candra?" Anara turned to Hartik who was looking at her sharply.

"Udah-ud. What are you here to do?"

"Oh yeah, want to see your Sociolinguistic UAS project the day after tomorrow. You printed out, right?" Hartik recalled his initial intention of coming to Anara's room, seeing the UAS project bundle of duties from Mr. Sarwo. Hartik is never wrong, he knows surely his best friend has completed all UAS projects from afar even before the exam schedule is there. Unlike him who always relies on the speeding system overnight.

"Udah, I'll take it." Anara got up from her seat and brought back a blue-covered salted egg.

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After Hartik came out of his room, Anara's focus was not on the film staying half the duration in front of him. His memory was filled with all the questions and words of his friend.

He got out of bed and opened the closet. His eyes went to the bottom shelf and his hands were busy pulling out a cardboard. Drawing tape that makes the cardboard tightly closed, the opening of the cardboard when the tape has been successfully separated from the two sides that had been fused.

When the cardboard is perfectly open, Anara's nose is unable to hold the dust grains that reside there. He took out some of the gifts Janu used to give: a watch, a heart-shaped pillow, a music box with a ballerina statue, and some neat old letters he kept.

His memory hovers at a story in the white-gray period, a time that people say is the most beautiful. Also for Anara, but unfortunately the time was only until she was second semester XI. The rest he went through by lamenting, hoping, and looking for the existence of his heart.

His memory is still trapped in the good times with Janu, at the age of 17, teenage boys who adorn the day suddenly want to end their relationship. Anara was crying so much in an empty class left by the occupants home, in front of her sat Janu who turned out to be working on her. At that time, Janu put the watch into Anara's bag with his knowledge.

Unknowingly, Anara who is now looking at the gift she received from her high school sweetheart smiled to herself. Between amused and happy at once melded into one. His gaze now turned to the red-colored pillow, Janu gave it to Anara when it was due to typhus that he suffered until he did not enter school for almost two weeks.

Lastly, his net stopped at the music box he received from the same man at the beginning of their closeness. The rest of all the letters written by Janu are still neatly stored. He read a sheet of paper that he torn from his textbook, the paper contained the writing Janu written on the back of his Physics book. Back smiles adorn the face of Anara who still did not reluctantly move from her past story.

His hand grabbed the phone that still felt warm because two hours on connect it with Janu earlier. Now he touches the WA app and looks for the same person's contacts.

The WA camera opened, Anara pointed it at the cardboard in front. Several pictures were captured and sent to the man in his past. He closed the cardboard box that had just restored his old memory. He put it again into the bottom shelf of the closet, where he had been putting the memories.

Clunting ...

The voice of the incoming message invites Anara to open immediately. Sure enough, the message came from Janu.

You still keep everything, An?

His heart now again felt pain, remembering how the rupture of the feelings he had for his first love was. Until sometimes he cursed himself because he still keeps the stuff. Even until he went to Malang, the goods were still faithful he took and guarded. It is blinded by taste.

Still, I even took it all the way to Malang. Haha so far yes I used to go to you ☺.

He laughed at himself who was either so in love or stupid to the point where the man left he still hoped and prayed.

Now, as far as you used to be, is it still the same?

Janu's question to the point made his heart tremble and there might be a tinge of red on his cheek.