Still waiting for you
pinch of memory
Ten years ago.
" Are you really going to leave Am?, the rain is heavy lo this." Four times I made sure of my decision this morning. Heavy rain has been raining down on Jakarta since last night. I don't know how much water stock is up there until it doesn't dry up until morning.
"Today there's a buk practice exam, where can Ami skip it." The heart is indeed sleeping wrapped in blankets on the mattress, mngungat cold air this morning. But what to say, the test date listed on the note looks glaring sharp watching, as if warning me not to play if you want good grades. I nodded, put the book in my bag and prepared to leave.
"There's a car in front of the gate, you see who, I'm taking your supplies first."
I stepped up on my mother's instructions. The front car of the gate?, Guest?, this half?, Where is it raining again.
I clambered on the porch, seeing a small man running under an umbrella over the half-open fence.
"I'm nebeng temen, you guys are here. It just so happens you haven't left yet." After being right in front of me.
"Don't Amar know my house?" Many wonder. As I recall, Bang Amar never got off the bus to take me home when we got home together, I just took a break and he stayed on the bus because his house was still a few kilometers from where I stopped.
"It looks like that, just looking at the web school." Answer lightly.
"Oh," I'm a mangosteen replying, mange,
I almost got excited because I thought he was following me quietly like a Korean drama scene to make sure I was safe until home.
"Loh, is there a friend of yours?" Mother asked as she looked at Nature and pulled out the lunchbox to me.
"Yes buk, he picked up Ami, it's with the other children." I pointed towards the car which showed several men waving towards us. I nodded and fell.
"Yes, the hunt is off, the hunt is late." I grabbed my hand to shake hands, but stopped because suddenly mother told us to wait and step in hurry into the house.
"This kid, make the stomach chirp still angets."
Mom pulls out the food box on Bang Amar.
Bang Amar grabbed my mother's hand and I followed.
"Assalamu'alaikum" we said at the same time, then walked together under an umbrella so as not to be exposed to raindrops.
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Me and bang Amar are indeed one generation, but we have different classes, different majors more precisely. I chose the ips major, while he chose the ipa major.
Therefore I chose to run through the rain to get to class rather than having to wait for Vang Amar to prepare his oractic materials first with his friends.
"Wait a minute, Am, or you wear a umbrella "
"No need to bang, I'm in a hurry late if I have to wait, anyways bang Amar more need his umbrella to cover up the practical ingredients right."
"Mending late rather than sick, wait five minutes" Bang Alam could not be denied. But I'm reluctant to see him riweh. I finally decided to run without waiting for his approval.
"Her mother agag abated bang, I go first, thank you"
Raindrops were not as intense as this morning when I decided to run away from the Amar bang and my friend. But it seems like my patience is being tested this time. Not even halfway through, the originally smooth rain speck turned into a large drop that I was sure would wet my body even if the distance I traveled was only twenty meters.
Someone draped a jacket over my shoulder while I was busy shaking the water in my hand while condemning my carelessness for leaving the jacket in the car.
" Don't you look at this beauty in other people, yes, enough to me." He said with his face in his nose as he lowered my nose.
"Because I'm a good boy" he proceeded to pat his chest and then left me. I was still gripped by the attitude of the little boy I knew named Nature. Then shook his head slowly and lowered his head to tidy up my clothes and jacket.
"What!!!" I squealed softly and reflexively tightened the jacket to cover the chest.
I walked in a hurry while beating my head slowly. Why can I forget that what I'm wearing today is a white shirt, obviously my underwear will be printed clearly when the shirt is wet.
