The Boy Next Window's
He Who Came From The Past
Of the many people in the world, why did Mama pick him to pick me up at the airport? Besides, why do you remember this guy? How's story? Anyway, until home, I'll ask! Seeing him step forward. I took the opposite step.
"What are you doing here?!" I ketus.
"Pick you up. Why again?" He replied casually. Cih, typical. Feel sick of ever being lulled in the pleasure that I think cool.
If I can go back to the old days I'm still snotty and innocent. I want to stick my own head out when I think that the guy in front of me is cool now and as much as possible I will avoid it.
"Gue won't be picked up." I pulled my suitcase and walked away.
"But, you've already got your nitipin on me."
"No matter." Seeing my indifferent reaction. As fast as lightning without being able to prevent it, my suitcase had already been grabbed.
"Reverse not my suitcase!"
"No."
I'm pissed off. "Judek. Bring me my suitcase!" I turned and walked in the opposite direction to him. In the heart still be damned. Yeah, good one. Bring my heavy suitcase. It was even good to go home with nothing. Good, free courier service.
"You want to get into the car, how rude?" his voice was right next to my ear. Makes me shudder in horror. Remember that sentence like in the past when High School. What he meant by rude means was to carry me. It didn't matter that everyone passing by looked at the two of us. Just embarrass me!
"You want what the hell, Bi?!" My frustration is becoming more and more. It's been nice that I don't see him again as long as I continue my education in Jakarta. Why do I have to see you again?!
"Fetch lo. Nganter lo sampe house."
"Anterin is just a granny who needs help."
"Here I want to nolongin granny again," I looked at him sharply. "Lo, her grandmother."
"Well, same as the wall." I folded my hands in front of my chest. Lazy to argue again. "Where's your car?" I was lazy and tired of course.
Abhimanyu Son of Mahendra. Playboy. Chick playwright. Charm spreader. Guys don't have a world heart. I hate him. If there is more to hate. Yeah, that, my feelings for him. Hate until ubun-ubun.
There was one grin that came in response to my reaction. "Take it to the side. You won't know where I'm going."
"Hm."
What to talk about if you're in the same car, just the two of you, with the person who hurt you? Yes, Abhimanyu, this one rancid is my former first time. Monkey love and my first heartbreak. It was a long time ago when I was**** in a white-gray uniform. Especially when I was a new student. Sure ***** just let me make it. I don't know what his reputation is. Though people have often told me that Abi is what type of guy. But, I kind of closed my ears. I swallowed all his pleadings and believed what he said.
Gosh darn. Why the hell was I a dumbass?
Until I found him casually kissing the lips of a girl who is in a class with him. His name I do not remember and do not want to remember. We just got together for a week! Can you imagine how broken my heart was then?! Can, right??? Huh! From the beginning I should have listened to what people said. Fucking playboy!!! Remembering it again made the anger reappear. I immediately slapped him and cut off the relationship. Many times he tried to explain and apologize. I don't give a shit. There is no second chance on a cheating guy! Sana, just date you all the same monkeys in ragunan!
Fortunately, we were two years apart. And by the time I got to 11th grade, he was gone. Even though he graduated and went to college. The shadow of him sometimes still appeared in my mind. Makes me sicker and more upset.
"Lo changed a lot, Gem. I didn't expect it." All the way I was just staring at the window. Lazy to see the face of Abi who was driving. Hearing Abi who started the conversation I was getting more and more bitter to pull my head to keep facing the window.
"One that hasn't changed" he said. "Lo's nature."
Bodo.
"So, I was told to talk alone?" His challenge. "Okay, if that's it. No papa." Chet again.
"Lo's still mad because I kissed Mita in the back of school?" Uh, gembel, where is there a girl who is not angry seeing her boyfriend again kiss each other? Are you crazy when you are not angry?! In my heart I grumbled. Exhale breath.. Have patience, Gem. Not to be answered.
Abi laughed a little. "That means love is just like me. You look so angry."
You insolent! Can he still joke at a time like this?
"I'm sorry, Gem. About that time. I'm actually—"
"You want to talk about the past. Sana, talk in hell with Mita." Ketus. Can't bear to not speak to hear his words starting to digress. I spoke and looked at his face. But, when I finished, I re-circulated my gaze out the window.
"Well, what do you talk about? You don't want to talk to me. I'm sure if I did, you wouldn't answer." I keep flinching.
"Gue seriously, Gem. I'm sorry for making you hurt." It's good to be aware! "His name is also human. Lots of khilafnya."
"Lo if you keep talking. Mending down I'm here." My solute.
"Gue's gonna stop talking before you excuse me."
"I'm sorry it's the same grave."
Abi laughed at my comment. "It's funny how angry the Gem is? You always make me gemes" commented Abi. "And that's what I like."
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I slammed Abi's car door violently. Not waiting for Abi to take my suitcase, I walked into the house and left it behind. Mama, who heard me coming, came out of her room.
"Lho's? Where's the Ab?" Ask Mama.
"In the trash." Reply origin. No matter how your face changes.
"The echo, the nonsense." If you call a name, it means serious.
"Yes, sorry." Fast Sahutku. "Some, why did Mama ask to pick him up? Why do you suddenly know Abi?"
"Abi the son of the late lecturer Mama at college. Mama knew him years ago when she came to his house."
"Abi's mother is dead?" Before Mama replied, a greeting voice sounded. Abi went inside while pushing my suitcase. Seeing Mama, he immediately approached her and greeted Mama.
"Thank you, Son Abi, I've done the Echoes. How's it? He's not fussy, is he? Usually go home again. Demand much. Go home and bring a lot of grocery bags."
"No, Auntie. The echo is not fussy at all." Abi glanced at me and hid his smile.
I looked at him sharply. I knew it was an insinuation because in reality I was silent and did not respond to his talk.
"Son Abi has eaten? Eat some yuk together?"
"He's full, Ma." Sambarku fast. Efforts to drive him away subtly.
"Oh, yes, Auntie. I'm also laper again." Abi's face showed a triumphant look. No idea of being embarrassed!
"Eye to the room. Tired!"
"Eat first, Nduk. It's not polite for guests to run away to the room."
"But, Ma—"
--
My suffering did not stop there. After eating, when Abi wanted to go home. My mom told me to take me to the front.
"Don't be like that." My rebut.
"Don't dong! Yeah, should you, to? It was a good reunion. Abi is one High School, right with you?"
I saw Abi's annoying face again. Though the heart is eager to refuse. But, what can I do? If Mama has already ruled, inevitably I have to obey her.
Both hands folded in front of the chest while driving Abi to the front. Whether intentionally or not. But, I feel that Abi's steps are very slow in my opinion.
"Tomorrow I can't play again?" Sumringah.
"No."
"Can't you, Gem?" You already know the reason why I use everything else anyway, my sprains!
"Can ya?" The request once again.
"Whispering lo. There's home. Males I saw your face."
"Devil, Echoes." Even so, it sounds weird. "It's funny." Mumbled slowly.
"No papa if you don't let me play at home. The important thing is that you get it."
"What the hell lo! There go!"
"You've already agreed. My problem is staying lo doang."
"Ommongan is not good."
"Gue's gone huh? Don't miss. I'm here again tomorrow."
"Snurvy!"
Abi has not yet boarded his car. But, I've been shoving inside. Kulrikik Mama who was cleaning the dishes on the dining table assisted Bi Iyem.
"Son Abi has come home?" Seeing my presence, Mama asked.
"Udah." I answered briefly.
Mama approached me. "Where is Abi?"
"I mean Mama?"
"He's good, right? Polite again. Mama used to love her mother. My mom's favorite lecturer. No wonder his nature will descend to his son."
"Didih, so Mama Abi's mean is that kind as polite?"
"Yes yes dong! Mama agrees that you are with her. He has just graduated from S2 at UGM. It's hard to connect. Fortunately, yesterday it was. And Mama asked him to help her pick you up. Thankful that he wants and can."
"Huh?"
"You want to be with Abi, Mama won't reject her proposal."
"So!" I rushed into my room and dropped my body on the bed. I exhaled an upset breath. Why the hell is this world? Why is her mother suddenly strange and seemed to want to match me with Abi? Big NO's. Mending me to be a spinster instead of having to live a lifetime with her!
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Early in the morning my ears heard Abi's voice below. I couldn't sleep last night. Thinking back to my unexpected encounter with Abi. I deliberately did not want to go out of the room even though several times Mama woke me up through the knock of the door and also Bi Iyem who pretended to offer breakfast.
I'm not going out until Abi leaves the house. Until noon Abi's voice was not heard anymore. My mother's voice was not heard either. My stomach is hungry yet to have breakfast when it is noon. Therefore, armed with confidence and no more voices of Abi and Mama were heard, I decided to leave the room. Still wearing nightgowns and disheveled hair. I also did not wash my face.
My steps tiptoed unconsciously. Afraid to make a sound. "Finally out too." Like being struck by lightning hearing that sound. My steps stopped. Taking a deep breath, I turned to look at him.
"Why are you still here?!"
"Gue wait for you."
Bi Iyem happened to pass by. "Bi, where's Mama?"
"Oh, Mama's going to the supermarket for a little while. You want to cook."
"Why? You think I'm home?" Abi chuckled softly. "I'm here to see you. So, I'm not going home until I see you."
"Bi, please bring the food to the room. I'm laper." I said to Bi Iyem who was still standing in his place. He nodded and walked into the kitchen.
My eyes turned again to Abi. "Now, meet, go. Go home. Don't go back and forth. Look at your face."
Abi got up from his seat. His steps were wide approaching me. Makes me take a step back. A few steps before our distance was completely erased. I was ready to turn around and run to the room. But, Abi's hand caught my wrist first.
Her hand tightened as I tried to take it off. "Bi, leila!" ketus.
Heads approaching. Make my head back. The corners of his lips. Form a meaningful smile. Making my hair unconsciously stand up.
"Why do you want to do something?! Don't macem-macem, fucking lo!!"
"Gue what do you want? Hm.. What do you think I'm gonna do?"
"Bie.. Not macem-macem. I'm screaming right now!"
"Squeak away. If that makes you relieved."
But, my voice was stuck in the esophagus. I can't make a sound at all. "Although you've changed a lot," he said slowly. "Lo is still the Echoes of old. The echoes I like. The echoes that have made me so many years can never stop thinking about him."
"What the hell is that?"
The corner of his lips lifted back up. A grin appeared. "Lo's still angry about me breaking your heart. I didn't think you were that angry. Even until this second. And I'm grinning. Because that means, there's still love left over from you for me."
