Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee
Chapter 14
“You sure you want to stop? Why did you stop? Any difficulties?” I smiled at the tea.
“I want to go back to Medan, Sir.”
“Why? You want to get married?”
“Not, sir. My parents are no longer young, it would be difficult if something happened to them but I do not exist.”
“I get it, but I've lost a cool translator like you. If you get married, don't forget to invite me! If the age of thirty you are not married later you I match with my son only.”
After saying goodbye to colleagues in the office I went to the cafe. Tasya sat in the corner of the chair with Keano. I walked to meet them.
“Assalamualaikum son shby.” My sap kissed Keano's forehead which was answered with laughter that rubbed off on me and Tasya.
“Mbak from where?”
“Office. Submit a letter of resignation. Ma'am wants to go back to Medan.”
“Why?”
“Let's close to family.”
“Why not move to Bandung alone, mbak?”
“However Bandung is not home. Many brothers in the field. As long as anything stays in Bandung, the city is still foreign. When dying will be increasingly foreign because no brother can menziarahi grave. Wherever you go, your hometown is home.”
“Tasya is married, natural so move to Bandung, brother is also a lot here so. Not yet. Yesterday's little boy who called mammy mbak was actually the son of a friend of mbak. The guy who remembered last night? Keisya lost his mother at the age of three, he used to call anyone mama or mama. The woman who last night fiancee of her papa Keisya.”
“Why can't my dad be Keisya? You guys look good let alone the little boy is more familiar with mbak.”
“Because mbak still loves your masmu.”
***
I have packed the items that need to be packed to be sent to Medan. All kinds of furniture I let stay here because at any time I would come back here to check out the cafe. As long as I am in Medan this house will be abandoned by Bintang and two other employees who are usually costing in Bandung. I purposely let them stay so they can skimp.
Dad, Mama and Dilla will be back tonight while I'm back tomorrow because I still have to run the cafe. There is nothing special in this city. Returning to Medan and leaving this city both felt bland.
A flash of conversation with Tasya returned.
“Mas Naufal must be sad and happy to know this. When he was in the hospital he never stopped telling stories about you. On every occasion he would tell me about mbak. His promise was to take him up the mountain, enjoying the night with the stars that felt close to reach. What Naufal feared happened. That day before Naufal left the world he said
‘mas is not afraid of having to leave today. He was afraid when he left he no longer wanted to open his heart. We once promised together in a joke that I hope is not just a guyonan. He said that if we are not a match in the world then in the hereafter we will be a match. The trick is that he won't be close to anyone. I fear he will be alone in the world to make it all happen. She's the most stubborn girl I've ever known. If he wants one he won't want another even if what he wants is obsolete. Katany the blue girl is loyal, and you'll see. She always uses blue, there will be one blue item she wears in a day. That's her trademark, the blue lover, faithful.”
I know everything we dream about is not always what we can get. However, from everything I dreamt of why he was the one I couldn't get. I know I can't be greedy. Is it wrong if I keep trying to have it even if I can't in the world?
Naufal, I miss you to a very outrageous level. Sorry I missed you.
Everything is done. The stuff got into the car. Some employees cried after hugging me. I patted the Star's shoulder gently. “Dragon restaurant, take care of the house, take care of yourself well ya.”I said what he answered with a hug.
“Definitely, Mbak. Well, yeah, good there. Frequently to Bandung ya later.”
***
+62813735667XX
See you, again, Dea.
I frowned at receiving a call from a number I didn't know who. Ah, it's the same number that sent congratulations on the day I graduated. Can't wait for the response I dialed the call for the number. It changed to the voice of the operator. Repeatedly and he did not answer. Upset, I chose to block the number.
“We meet again.” I looked at the man sitting in front of me. The same guy I met back in Bandung, who borrowed my phone because he lost his phone. My forehead is confused. Suddenly one thought flashed, could it be this man who sent me a message?
“Did you contact me all this time?”ask directly.
“Hah?” tanyanya's confused. Ah, it's impossible. What kind of thinking is this. There's no way he's.
“Sorry-sorry.”
“My name is Iqbal. Muhammad Iqbal Setiawan's. Thank you for that day. Can we be friends?” not yet finished I answered from before Dila walked with a man I did not recognize. Ignoring the words of this man named Iqbal I brought my things away with footsteps to Dila.
I know I'm being disrespectful, but her face and name sound familiar which scares me a little.
“For so long, sis nungunya? Sorry yes.” The guy next to Dila brought my stuff with him. I just smiled in response to Dila's apology and looked back. Iqbal was still there with a slanted smile staring at my departure.
I'm sure his name is no stranger to remembrance.
“Some of you missed sister?”
“Hah? Oh, no. Just thinking something.”
Staring at the houses my head passed through trying to remember who that guy was. I don't know, I'll try to remember.
“Oh, yes. Unacquainted. You're Dila's friend, Dila's boyfriend or Dila's ex?”
“Kak!”
“Former friend Dila, sis.”
“Oh I know this, Bagas’kan? My sister's ex.”
“Kak!”
“Why should you date anyway if you finally break up?”
“Directions for a break up, sis.” Sahut Bagas's.
“You don't get jealous, my sister is a lot of her boyfriends.”
“Dila decided on me, brother. Said I had too many girls when it was all friends.” I looked at Dila who was now staring out the window. We laughed looking at Dila who was scowling annoyed.
“Sorry my sister yes if it is.”
