Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee

Chapter 7

"meaning?" manya.

"When in Bandung, Mas had an accident because he was hit by a motorcyclist. He was only slightly injured but still bleeding. Seeing the injured driver unconscious made Mas help him to the hospital. His blood hit the injured leg and hand of Mas Naufal, and it turned out that the rider was AIDS-positive and his illness infected Mas Naufal. We've been preventing it for a long time and yesterday was the final. I finally went home to God's bosom."

"that's why Mas never told Mbak again. Mas asked me to apologize for not being able to keep his promise that said he wanted to invite Mbak travel to the island of Java. That's why I invited Mbak here to replace Mas Naufal."

"Ghina who Mbak read in the invitation paper was actually Ma'am. Ghina could mean Queen. He said Mommy is the Queen in his heart. That's Mas Naufal's real desire. He wanted to be able to marry Mbak when Mbak finished college, but unfortunately God said another. That's an invitation just printed for Mommy."

"As a good man, I didn't expect him to die like that."

I wiped away the trail of tears that I had not known since when it fell. Tasya held my hand tightly.

"We will continue this trip for a week, I bring the guy who owns the cafe here, we'll pick him up tomorrow at the airport."

***

I still can't believe that the annoying human Dandi is here. Sunglasses perched on his nose.

Oh basic!

"Hi." he said with the most arrogant look. I throw away the face I don't like.

Have I ever said that in this world pair each other? Yesterday I was saddened by the shocking reality. However chronologically Naufal was exposed to the creepy disease, the view of the community could not be changed. They will still claim it is a bad thing and only done by people who like to play. Naturally, if Naufal died yesterday disguised by saying that Naufal had stomach cancer. From yesterday's sadness, today I again feel happy when I see a creature of God's creation that is very annoying, in my opinion, is standing with a handsome pretentious look.

After telling stories long enough we returned to visit Malioboro Street to Beringharjo Market. This market is a place that you must visit while in Jogja. You will find many beautiful souvenirs at low prices here.not only sell batik, this market also sells antiques and ancient money. Don't miss this place when you visit Jogja.

Finished from here we went to Ratu Boko Temple. This is a romantic place that you can visit with your partner. Looking will be great from here.

I told Dandi to take a picture of me and Tasya facing the sunset. Tasya also took a picture of me with Dandi. I put on a dislike face while Dandi smiled with his handsome look.

"I'm going back to Jakarta tonight. Ma'am still has to do this trip until it's over." that's what Tasya said as we drove him to the train station.

There are some lists I still need to visit. Tomorrow we will go to the palace and also the Ullen Sentalu Museum. Then the day after must visit the mangunan fruit garden and continue to Kulon Progo to visit the tourist attractions of Kulon Progo Mangrove Forest, Kedung Pedut waterfall and kalibiru in kulon progo.

Dandi is a photographer now. We also tasted a lot of typical food Jogja city, it does not feel like coming home from here.

After completing all the list we returned to the city of Jogja. It's time to hunt. I went to a market that sold used books in the '80s to take home.

Novel Belenggu by Novel Belenggu by Arjjimin Pane. Then followed by the novel of wrong upbringing, the cypress family, the sinking of the ship van der wijck, then the collection of poetry chairil anwar written in the book Deru campur Dust.

"That's all you want to read?" dandi asked in shock and amazement.

"Well, it can't be burned. Never know that? Books that are old, worn out, and old have a smell that can calm the soul" I said with a sweet smile.

The book seller smiled amusedly looking at the two of us. I let out a crisp laugh at him.

After paying for everything we left this loving city for the airport. Today I will leave this city full of memories and return to Medan.

Naufal.

Let his name remain in the heart. Although there is no spring, autumn does not need to be present anymore.

For the love I have ever had, thank you. For my disguised love, I will never forget. For the love and prayer I have not heard, I declare.

Jogja, goodbye. Thank you for the great memories here. Stay beautiful and don't change.

Dandi patted my backpack and asked me to leave immediately.

Longs..

If you come to greet me later,

Please don't torture me,

Because he is far away,            

Far away and will not return

Because he's not home for my heart to come home to later

He is just love in silence and silence

Which I ultimately had to take off without having

I let his name stay in my heart

Although it does not bloom and bear fruit anymore,

It's okay, the memories can still cool the heart

To you, I thank you.

- Naufal Ramadan

 

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A bright sunday night. I sat on the third floor with Dandi there. Staring at the flickering stars studded with satellite and moon friends.

Hot chocolate and cheese bread so our friend chatted. I smile and enjoy the sweetness of chocolate. Then look away at the crowded streets. The horn sound of the vehicle becomes the singing of the sunyinya filler of the night.

"S." De."

"Hm."

"Still remember not the same dream you wrote in the yearbook?" I stared at Dandi's brown bead that was also looking at me.

"Which dream? I write a lot of dreams first." I said confused.

"Poin number ten, after which you say you want to make school. "

I haven't finished the process of remembering what was written in the yearbook, Dandi came to say "You want to build a bookstore that has a library. "

I smile at the smile. Nodding your head because you remember it.

"Oh that one, remember. Still in process. Why?"

Be honest. I never thought that Dandi would remember what my dream was. This feels weird.

"I lied about our departure to Padang" said Dandi who made me more confused.

"liying? What lie?"

"Next week is my birthday, remember?" tanyanya twisted there to come.

"sure."

"May I have a gift?"

"What?"

"Can't you?"

"Can. What gift would you like?"

"Let me take part in realizing your dream of building a bookstore along with that library."

Bummer. I stared in disbelief at what I heard.

"What?"

"You said you'd give me a gift."

"Yes, but the thing is, why would you want to follow my dream?"

"Seeing you happy is a joy to me."

May I hope that the one who speaks like that is not Dandi, but Naufal? No need to ask me again how my heart beats.

I really don't want to fall in love with Dandi, we'll get hurt together. He's a welcome figure to anyone, and I can't if I have to accept him.

"I haven't thought of making it happen yet. Maybe later after I get married I'll make it happen, so I don't think I can grant your request."

"Why don't you want to make it happen now?"

"My savings are still not enough, and my book collection is not much."

"If I keep pushing want to ask that how?"

I didn't answer. Prefer to laugh. A strange-sounding laugh actually.

"You want to come with me somewhere?"

"Where?"

"Not gonna know if it doesn't try."

I doubtfully went with Dandi. Not far from Cafe Coco Bakery. We stopped in front of a three-story shophouse. It's clearly written there ToBu Per Min D.

I looked up at that wake-up day. Not completely finished, but it looks very elegant. I know the abbreviation of ToBu Per min D. It was once written in blue ink in the yearbook as well as my worn-out dairy.

Bookstore mini library Dea.

I ran to hug him. Who is not treated like that? I feel unworthy to love him. For her pure heart, she should be with someone who loves her.

***

Dandi forbade me to tell her about the bookstore she made. Said I could talk after the building was finished. And he said the building was finished right on Dandi's birthday, one May.

You have to be patient waiting for that day to come if you want to hear the explanation he gave. During the wait, I think it's good if I tell you a little about Dandi. I'm not sure you want to hear it, but it doesn't matter if you don't want to.

Dandy. Dandi Putra Mahesa. I thought that Mahesa was Dandi's father's name. Turns wrong. The meaning of his name is Dandi the strong son, who is useful to others. Born on May one in Riau and raised in Medan.

She has a younger sister named Meera. But at the age of ten the sweet girl Dandi had shown me her picture died of food poisoning at school. His face was very similar to Dandi's. Spherical bright brown eyes, clear and clean.

At High School, not a few people liked it. Each time the school held an event many students gave chocolate into Dandi's bag secretly. And after that we made chocolate for new food experiments or distributed it to people.

"Why are you given to people?" ask me at that time.

"How else, want to be given to you, you don't like" he said casually.

"Stay the impression you're not grateful to the person who gave you chocolate."

Dandi stopped walking and looked at me full of probes. I stared at him, but with a confused look asked 'what's wrong?'

"Why are you angry when I don't eat that chocolate? Don't tell me you gave me chocolate too." It almost made me fall.

I hit the jidat. "Compared to the people mending we make for food experiments, we can continue to sell later if it tastes good."

"Agreed!"

Did I not have that job until I gave him chocolate? Am I so stupid as to be one of his admirers? Oh naw. I would never want to do that. Disgusting. Dandi is not that cool until he has a lot of fans.

It was his annoying smile and also his attention that made many stupid girls like him. When walking like this with him was the most annoying thing in school. Those girls didn't look at me like it, nor did they bully me at school. But until I'm home. Countless messages asking me about Dandi.

Pissed off? Of course, that doesn't need to be asked anymore.  His talent in the art of drawing makes him often fight by sending face paintings accompanied by roses.

When I was on my birthday, he also gave me a black rose painting with a glass frame. Out of nowhere she learned to flick, she said the black rose meant loyalty. Because black color will be mixed with anything will still be black. I think he's mistaken. In fact, the color gray exists when black is mixed white.

Everyone is going to change, sooner or later. Nothing is truly eternal in this world. The world will change with age. If there is no change, then the word change will never become a vocabulary.