Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee

Chapter 5

Sunday night I fill by writing a story that only a few more parts will go to the ending. Amara did not come home because she had to return to Aceh, her hometown. You may be a little confused as to why her name is Amara. The name is taken from the term pharmaceutical. Amara means appetite enhancer, meaning made his name Amara because according to his parents Amara will be an enhancer of their appetite, in another sense Amara became their spirit. Amara's parents are a pharmacist who now works at a hospital in Singapore. Previously they lived in Aceh, then in Medan some time, and a few years ago his parents chose to move and settle in Singapore.

My friendship with Amara is the same with me and Dandi. It's just that in second grade we split up because Amara took Ipa and I Ips, and since then I've become acquainted and close friends with Dandi. When I was in college I no longer met Amara because she was studying in Java, and we remained committed and welcomed each other even though we did not meet. Amara often stay at home during the holidays first, and now even occasionally Amara still do it.

Dandi and I weren't on campus in college either. Stay in Medan, it's just that public universities in Medan are not just one, right?

I studied literature and Dandi went to art. Although different campuses do not close for us not to make friends and meet. The picture of Dandi is very good, I once asked him to draw on paper and after that I made a children's comic. I did not publish, I just photocopied and then later I shared to some places reading a little interest.

Who would have thought after that he became a businessman? And to save the design of his cafe, he made his own without discourse.

"Sister!" Dilla who was reading a novel by Dee Lestari looked at me for a moment and then hid her face in the book again.

"Why?"

"Your life is like the one in this paper boat novel." he said, to which I responded with a confused look.

"How do you mean?"

"Yes. Bang Dandi art boy and can picture, sister can write the story. In the paper boat novel Bang Dandi is like Keenan and Kugy like a sister. You guys are good friends too. I agree if you are the same brother Bang Dandi." chirped Dilla who I responded by throwing a pillow.

"Don't just talk!" I stared in dislike, Dilla laughed and closed the novel.

"Bang Dandi isn't here? Marahan again, huh?"

"Shut up!"

"So really fighting again?" ask with curiosity.

"No!  I'm thinking, don't be so noisy!"

Dilla began to close her mouth and returned busy reading.

The ringing of the phone sounded loud which made me forget instantly what I wanted to write, annoying. Who's the one who called?

Saras...

"Mr Dea?" I frowned confusedly.

"Yes. Why, Race?" my many.

"Will not go to the cafe? Bang Dandi again gathers this with his friends." I put on a smile. Look at the wall clock that already shows at half ten p.m.

"Yes, more work, want to finish writing. Who's dandi gathering?"

"Sama Mas Rizka, and the others. Not smoking though. Saras wants to say that we have a new menu, which Mbak loves it."

"Tomorrow to go there nyicipinnya. It's gonna be my favorite menu."

"Yes, I'll wait for you tomorrow. "

"You're going in tomorrow?"

"It's half a day. Change Widia's mother."

"Oh that, jaudah. Be careful when you get home."

"Yes, Mother. I hung up the phone first. Assalamualaikum."

Phone connection disconnected. Dilla was busy looking at me questioningly. I pretend I don't know. The question was asking who I just ignored.

***

As I said yesterday, I came to visit Cafe Coco Bakery without telling Dandi. Let him be surprised later.

I didn't come here myself. Do you remember Tasya? Yes, Tasya. The sister of Naufal. Yesterday after Saras called Tasya called me and invited me to meet, so I brought him here.

Saras looked confused, I introduced Tasya to her and ordered a meal.

Don't ask me why Tasya asked me to meet, I don't know why. And now I'm probably gonna ask you why.

"I'd like to take you to Jogja, would you?"

I looked at him in surprise "When?"

"Next week, can you?" I can't just agree to it.

"I'm sorry, but there's a need for two weeks, Mommy has to go back and forth to see the editor for the novel publishing process."

"Emang why would you want to take Mbak to Jogja?"

"Tasya will tell me that Mbak is already there."

"Is there anything important?" Tasya smelled a thin smile. His smile was very similar to Naufal's.

"Maybe very important. But because Mbak will be busy, Tasya must return to Jakarta first. Meet Tasya in Jakarta when Mbak is no longer busy! After that Tasya will bring Mbak to Jogja. Tickets will be sent when Mba will leave. And make sure you clear the schedule for a week, or maybe more."

"Can't you just say it here?"

"No. Tasya and his family will also move to Kalimantan. So you have to see Tasya before we move to Kalimantan."

"Yes, I'll leave time there. Can I bring someone with me?"

"No."

I know what he wants to talk about, it's definitely about Naufal. But do I have to cry again when I hear what Tasya says?  I don't know if these tears have dried up or if they still want to come out like a volcano that is constantly erupting.

If I can choose, I don't want to be sad anymore. I'm already sincere. Sometimes the disbelief comes.

Something that ends unfortunate, never ask to be forgotten, but pinta to be let go. Although mengikhlaskan is not as easy as wasting breath, but it is better than forgetting.

The more you force yourself to forget something, the more you will continue to think about it. Let it go, not forget it.

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Dandi called when I read a philosophy book I had bought for a long time without reading. That afternoon when I was at the cafe he didn't come. Don't tell me why he didn't come.

Fifth ring I answered his call.

"Again what?"

"Reading."

"I bother?"

"No."

"Night walk, yok! I eat grilled corn."

"Fetch."

"Well on the porch talking to mom and dad."

"Ck, hang on, put on the veil first."

"Don't be pretty, just eat grilled corn instead of expensive restaurants."

"Yes. Turn off the phone first."

Dandi with his obscurity. Suddenly gone, suddenly coming. After using the veil and polishing my little face I came out and found father, mama and Dandi laughing.

"Om, ma'am, go first. Want to drop something?"

"Titip Dea don't come home blisters."

"If that's for sure, o'm."

Dandi proposes his motor. Night in the stars and moon.

In front of Unimed-State University Medan selling grilled corn and young coconuts lined up. But the dark atmosphere made Dandi drive his motor towards the overpass on the metrological road. The atmosphere in front of the unimed is suitable for people who are dating but because we are not dating so Dandi chose to eat on the overpass which is also a lot of grilled corn sellers.

"Where's your novel?"

"Rather than discussing the novel I mending We discuss you. Any more problems?"

"Little."

"What about?"

Instead of answering Dandi just smiled while playing my fingers.

"De?"

"Well me, yok!" her smile was broken and my heart was running because of it.