Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee

Chapter 6

My days are filled with writing. Occasionally go to the cafe so as not to be too saturated because it continues to languish in the room. Dandi is busy taking care of his paintings which will soon be exhibited not until two months away. 

Today I finished my writing three days before the deadline. Tasya's words at that time made me curious and wanted to go to Jogja immediately. After all my business is done I'll go see him in Jakarta soon.

Dandi came up to me who was playing the phone to wait for the Editor who will handle my writing.

"So serious as the phone" said Dandi who made me look up and smile.

"And,"

"Hem, why?"

"I want this story,"

"Don't, don't be so. "

I don't like it. "Seriously.!"

"What?"

"I'm going to Jogja in three days." Dandi frowned confusedly.  His eyebrows raised next to.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"Finding true love." I said jokingly.

"Not to be searched, it is in plain sight. I'm your true love" he said, pulling down an eyebrow with a smile.

"Hahahah, don't flirt with your fist."

Heard her talk so he remembered her last week. The crazy kid laughed at my surprised expression. Maybe he was joking about that. With annoyance, I struck her body until my own hands were reddened and in pain.

"Now you can say that, De. Look later, don't take nyesel yes if I'm not next to you anymore" he said with a slanted smile.

"Emang if I'm sampe nyesel why?" many challenging. Dandi still put on his slanted smile. His face looked serious looking at me talking.

"If you regret it, I will stay with my lover for your sake. "

I was silent to hear her answer. Maybe surprised because I did not expect to hear that sentence from his mouth. Not lasting long drew a smile I replied "Why is that?"

"So you know if I really love you."

Deg, what is this feeling?  Why does my heart pump faster? Drawing a smile with laughter I replied "Goat, your joke is like a real person. Don't joke with feelings!" Dandi laughs.

"If I had said that it was serious, I would not have believed it. It's up to you to judge it, then don't regret it, I'll be the worst person if you leave someone just for the sake of girls not sensitive like you." His face turned serious and five seconds later returned laughing.

I didn't answer, just smiling. Then when my editor came Dandi got up and went to his room.

I've been busy discussing this upcoming script. I also explained that I had to go for more than a week to Jogja to the editor. I asked him to tell me by email if there was anything urgent.

After finishing everything I went to Plaza Medan Fair to find some necessities while in Jogja. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do there, but I think I need to buy some necessities.

***

So this is what it feels like when our speech is not heard by others? It sucks, it's really upset that he thinks I'm just kidding.

Smell at my mama's cheeks and my dad leaves them. Dilla was busy shouting don't forget to bring souvenirs. My sister, the fate of her brother is not clear there, will be sad or happy, she even thought of souvenirs.

The journey from Medan-Jakarta takes only two hours.  I spent some time reading some novels on the device. Two hours is nothing when I read, it's a very short time for me.

Then when I arrived at Soekarno Hatta Tasya Airport was standing waiting for my arrival. He's not alone.  There was a middle-aged woman I knew as Mama Naufal who was also Mama Tasya. 

The middle-aged woman smiled and hugged welcomingly to my comrades. I'm happy to have always been treated well by Mama Naufal.

"How was your trip?  Smoothly?" ask him with a smile and gently rub my head.

"Alhamdulillah, Ma'am." In Medan we used to call older people with the name Uwak, Bu, not Aunty or something like that. So despite going outside from Medan, I could not immediately change my speaking style and also the language I used.

We talked lightly about the development of this Indonesian capital. He was very friendly, never stopping to invite me to tell stories to feel comfortable and not isolated.

Tasya was not very interested in talking, he was exactly the same as Naufal.

We went to the Naufal family residence. Many of his relatives there.  They also told about moving to Kalimantan as Tasya had said while in Medan.

Then at night time Tasya and I went to Jogja to travel. The Jakarta-Jogja journey takes a long time.  We reached the shubu at the train station .

Finished fulfilling our duty as a Muslim we went to Malioboro. Lucky I never carry a suitcase when traveling, this makes it easier for me to travel in fast motion.

The backpack is beautifully draped on the back. We sat on the benches provided there. Tasya gave her a bottle of the drink she had just bought.

We went to visit the tourist attractions in Jogja. One of them is Prambanan Temple. Tired and tired need not be asked again. Riding the stairs that I myself do not intend to count the number of.

But you won't regret it because the view is so amazing. It was late afternoon when we got here. Orange light and breeze of the wind greeted.

I waited for Tasya to tell me, but the beautiful green-hooded girl still didn't tell me everything.

***

This morning we went back on a trip, Tasya took me to the beach and some gardens filled with flowers that can spoil the eyes. Until now, Tasya is still reluctant to tell stories.

Until nightfall we went to one of the hills in Bantul. The beautiful scenery and good places that Tasya introduced me captured in the polaroid camera I bought from the reprints of my first novel.

Tasya gave me warm tea to ward off the bone-chilling cold.

My backup was straight staring at the light from the residents' house that looked like a shiny star when viewed from above.

Beautiful is not playing.

"Mbak." call Tasya in the middle of my charm from the view that looks beautiful from the top of the hill.

"Yes?"

"Mas Naufal did not die of stomach cancer. He died of AIDS"

Deg. I felt my heart pounding once again with an unusual rhythm. There is a sense of pain that radiates to the heart. Why does the world always have such surprises? Once flown there is always a way to drop. So it's true that everyone in this world is always in pairs. When happy there will be sadness. When there will be love. When it is lost there is a change. When I go home. When you fall there is a rise.