THE LAST LOVE PIER
THE LAST LOVE PIER
Haris rattled among Jambi's Negri 1 High School students who were swarming with graduation announcements, he was stunned to see his name plastered there, he graduated, but did not look a hue of happiness on his face, he was sad because Andini's name wasn't there.
A moment later he stepped out of his friends and walked towards the school cafeteria and sat in the corner of the room where he usually sat with Andini.
While waiting for the food order he pondered, only a month later they enjoyed the beauty of love suddenly Andini fell ill, he fainted while attending the flag ceremony at school.
Andini was then rushed to the hospital, from the results of x-ray examination of a foreign object in his head, doctors sentenced Andini to suffer from a brain tumor and must be immediately operated on.
Because in Jambi there is no specialist skull surgeon then he immediately rushed to Jakarta and since then Andini never returned again as well as his parents.
Haris was devastated to accept this fact, almost he was not strong, fortunately he had three friends who were always encouraging.
While stirring the soto rice in front of him he noticed Bi Inah, the owner of the school cafeteria, he was very familiar with the cheerful mother.
Bi Inah is often used as a laughing stock by children because she is talkative, likes to repeat words spoken by people, sometimes dirty words come out of her mouth without her noticing, which makes those who see it laugh.
Today ended his status as a student of High School Negri 1, he already bears the predicate of alumni, soon he will.leave his beloved school is wandering to achieve the ideals, stay all the memories that he once knit here, stay here, everything, be it school, teachers, friends, canteen and everything related to this school.
Sad indeed but he must be strong, must be strong, the journey of his life is still very long, the time can not be rotated backwards again he will continue to move forward.
" Hello Ris ".
" Hey Anwar, eat yuk ".
Anwar ordered food and sat down near Haris.
" You're going to continue where Ris is ".
" The plan is to go to Jogja ".
" Went to UGM ? ".
" If I can, but frankly I'm not sure ".
" Faculty what Ris ".
" Medicine ".
" Waw steady, I'm sure you can ".
" If you are Anwar ? ".
" I want to go to Padang, if I can go to the faculty of agriculture ".
" Sip!, may we succeed ".
" Aamiin ".
The bus carrying Haris from Barajo Alam Terminal in Jambi leaves at 2pm, he sits on bench number 4 right behind the driver.
Next to him sat a man, and he swept him
" Where are you going sir ? ".
" Imogiri ".
The father replied.
" Imogiri where is sir ? ".
" Jogja near Bantul ".
Haris is more confused, where else is Bantul ?.
" Alone sir ? ".
" That's my son-in-law next door "
The father looked at the next chair.
Haris was silent, he felt alien, not a single passenger he knew.
He noticed the inside of the bus, the seats were lined up two-two, all of them were ten rows, at the very back there was an elongated seat with no restrictions.
Outside the smog was very thick, the leaves of the trees growing left of the road were partially yellowed and dry in the sun, even in some places the trees were charred by burning, some of the stumps that make up are black.
The dry season this time has been very severe, it has lasted for months, no more rain, no more dew, all dry kerontang.
The situation is further exacerbated by the number of companies that open plantation land by burning forests.
The air is already very unhealthy, hospitals are full of ISPA (Acute Respiratory Infections) sufferers, especially in children who are very susceptible to this disease, there were even dead victims.
No more aircraft have landed because Sultan Thaha Jambi Airport does not yet have an aircraft guide. The plane can only land in Palembang then proceed by road which takes hours.
The vehicle must turn on the lights continuously day and night, the visibility of the sudsh is very limited, just beberspa meters again.
Shipping goods by air is no longer possible, must be by road or sea which takes longer.
Perishable items such as food cannot be sent, as well as live animals such as fish seeds and others.
The mask is distributed geratis at each intersection of red lights, the eyes are sore exposed to smoke that is getting thicker.
People are living at home, schools are closed, food vendors at school stop their activities turned into unemployment, the choice is rare passengers, the market is quiet, the economy slows down.
Hot spots (Fire points ) are observed everywhere along the island of Sumatra from Aceh in the north to Lampung in the south, no longer one or two hotspots but tens, already, hundreds of thousands of fire points.
The island of Sumatra sudsh no longer visible when viewed from the air, has whitened covered with thick smoke, the air temperature increases, it feels sultry, even in some places has reached more than 40 degrees Celsius, he said, it's been very hard, could cause a Hit Stoke
This is no longer a local or regional disaster but it is already a national and even international disaster as smoke has already penetrated into neighboring countries.
Protected forests that have been the pride of Indonesia because it got predicate as the lungs of the world collapsed, flat with land.
All parties tried to extinguish the fire, the TNI, Police, Basarnas, Basarda, sausage institutions, forest-caring communities, even friendly countries sent volunteers complete with water sprinkler aircraft, the results remain nil, the fire point is not reduced but is increasing.
Almost in all mosques are done praying for rain, in the open fields are also done praying, but still the rain does not come.
Forests become barren, droughts everywhere, soon other dangers will arise during the rainy season, floods !.
Cursed are those who burn the forest without thinking about the consequences it will bring.
Finally all resigned, hoping in the mercy of God, may God will send rain from the sky.
Buses continue to go at a speed heading towards Palembang through several small cities such as Bayungludi, Sungaililin and Betung.
Several times they were scattered with a group of jungle people who walked in a line like ants on the side of the road, may not be able to stand in a forest that is very hot and crowded by smoke, he said, or they've lost their livelihood and are looking for somewhere more comfortable.
The bus cannot go as fast as usual, the travel time to Palembang is three hours, which is usually 5 hours to 8 hours.
Entering the Lampung area the smoke is getting thinner until it finally disappears completely when crossing the Sunda Strait.
They entered the Umbul Harjo Jogjakarta Terminal at 5 am, Haris immediately took his goods and rushed down from the bus.
Outside the terminal was waiting for several rickshawmen, one of whom approached Haris and offered a rickshaw
" Monggo den becakipun ".
" Bausasran piro sir ? ".
Bausasran is the address of Jambi dormitory in Jogja, he got the address from his friend's brother who had lived there.
Haris deliberately uses Javanese because he feels he can, he has been taught by his native neighbor Selamet sir Jogja, if only a count of one to one hundred it feels like he can be.
" Tigang ewu gansal atus den ".
Hah!, Haris was confused, well if this is not in the short course, he was only taught siji loro telu until satus.
" How many brother ? ".
Finally he asked in Spanish.
" Three thousand five hundred den ".
Oalah so much kirain how much, without bidding again he immediately went up the rickshaw, already embarrassed, pretentious.
