THE LAST LOVE PIER
THE LAST LOVE PIER
Jambi student dormitory is located on No.11 Bausasran street of Jogja city, not too far from Lempuyangan Railway Station. Dormitory owned by Sepucuk Jambi Sembilan Lurah foundation is a little bit from the highway, through a narrow alley where only motorcycles and rickshaws can enter.
This hidden dorm position turned out to be quite profitable when the accident occurred several years ago.
According to those who have lived there for a long time, the incident began when a dispute occurred between students outside Java out of nowhere with the pedicab maker.
Reportedly, the student was half-drunk driven home by a rickshaw after an agreement about the price. After getting off the rickshaw the student did not want to pay because it did not have money so there was a dispute between the two that resulted in the pedicab rickshaw was stabbed to death by a knife.
The news soon spread among the rickshawmen, that their friend was killed by a Sumatran boy, but it was not known where the student came from.
So the entire Sumatra student dormitory was visited by them to demand revenge until one student from West Sumatra was killed. Lucky Jambi student dormitory is not visible from the road so it escaped the danger.
Living in Jambi dormitory is actually very uncomfortable because the number of residents is very much, already over capacity, not balanced between those who live there with the number of rooms and beds. Must be willing to narrow, one room filled with 3 beds and each bed occupied by 3 people, you can imagine how it feels. Indeed, the room is large so that it can contain 3 beds of medium size.
Many of those who lived there for a very long time, many years, it is not clear when the end, because the lecture is also in an unclear place. If the night is getting crowded because many Jambi students who live around the dormitory come just to chat, anyway exciting, do not expect to be able to learn.
If you want to learn calmly, you have to go to the many learning places in Jogja.
He was forced to stay there because the money given by his parents was not much, at least he did not need to pay the cost. Actually, he still has a gold item in the form of a ring that his mother gave him when he wanted to leave yesterday, but he did not want to sell it if it was not forced to be true in accordance with his mother's message when giving the ring.
Haris had experienced a funny event when he went on a rickshaw ride to UGM to register.
At that time he left three with two friends, until at the station Lempuyangan rickshaw stop because the train was about to pass, the pedicab maker got off the rickshaw. Suddenly the rickshaw was waiting in front so they were locked in a rickshaw like a chicken in a cage, it felt so embarrassed because many who watched even some laughed.
After being accepted at UGM, he dared to sell his ring to pay for costs near the campus, because the distance between the dormitory and the college place was too far, which required a lot of money.
Now that Haris is in his fourth year of studying at the Faculty of Economics UGM, his appearance is much different. If in the past anywhere on foot, now it has been riding a motorcycle, if you used to often eat SGP (Sego pecel ), now you have dared to eat at the Padang restaurant, Padang, if it used to cost in the cheapest place, the walled gdek (bamboo webbing ) has now increased to a nicer, more expensive place.
Since he taught at the leading tutoring place in Jogja his life began to change, he was able to buy his own motorbike even though used motorcycles, had dared to treat friends, had dared to walk with girls.
The girl who often accompanied him everywhere was named Atika, a beautiful person, the prima donna of the faculty of economics, his younger brother who was equally active in the student senate.
Atika has a similar nature to Andini, likes indistinct anger, exploding like a mercon, but soon will be better again.
Slowly he could forget Andini, eroded by his time and busyness as a student and the chairman of the senate of students of the faculty of economics.
Haris parked his motorcycle in front of the Joyo mbok stall, his subscription food stall located in the campus environment.
In the stalls not many people, understand that the day is still too early, he then sat on the edge of the room near the window, where his paforit because he could look out freely.
He noticed some students who were discussing outside the stall, I don't know what they are arguing about looks very exciting. Ah those students if outside look smart, smart, all kinds of theories can come out of his mouth, but if you face a sudden test as a lover wc, back and forth to the toilet see the cheat.
No one had time to eat the food someone approached.
" Hello Ris ".
" Hey Hen, sit down ".
Hendra sat down in front of Haris.
" What do you want to eat Hen ? ".
" I ordered a hot dog, a light drink, a whisky ".
" Cuile doubt you, usually eat that petis rujak ".
Hendra is a medical student, originally from Palembang, his parents live in Kayu Agung, South Sumatra, he joined his uncle when he stepped on high school.
The person is funny, the Palembang dialect is very thick, likes to brag, is not afraid of anyone but girls.
Wherever he will use the Palembang dialect, his tongue can no longer be changed. Java language he can not, let alone the Javanese language Indonesian language is still pletat pletot. Precisely because of that he became funny, coupled with the lies, then complete already.
Hendra often stopped by the mbok Joyo stalls, he said to wash his eyes, in this place many beautiful girls who stopped by, they were cheerful, unlike in medicine too serious.
He knew Hendra when he enrolled at UGM, he had also wanted to enroll in medicine according to his parents' message, but because he was not sure if accepted, he chose the faculty of economics.
Hendra was wasteful, if he just received any remittances he bought, did not want to eat in a random place, prestige he said, but if the old dates all his goods moved to the pawnshop, he said, the usually overcrowded boarding room slowly began to be quiet so minimalist, eating has been displaced to cheap stalls, cat rice.
These two friends if they meet there are funny things they talk about, sometimes laugh out loud when they talk together ngibulnya.
As soon as he got off the motorcycle Haris saw a woman walking towards the car parked in front of the mother building, he was aghast.
" Russia ".
He said slowly.
The woman got into the car through the front door where she was waiting for a middle-aged man sitting behind the steering wheel, not long after which the car left the mother building.
Haris rubbed his eyes, was he not wrong?, his eyes just kept following the car that carried the woman until it disappeared from his sight.
Haris' heart was pounding, wanting to catch up
but it doesn't, lest he look wrong, just
illusion only.
Until late at night he could not sleep, the shadow of the girl who looked like Andini just kept haunting him, whether how many times he had turned his body back on the bed, or not, he recited all sorts of prayers, counted to a hundred, rubbed his neck with wind oil, even covered his face with a pillow, still unable to sleep.
The face of the woman he saw in the mother building was like sticking to every inch of his bedroom wall, dancing in his eyes.
He saw that the clock was at 12 pm, ah this was not true, he then got out of bed, put on a jacket and took the keys of the motorbike, and then fled his motorbike towards the road Kaliurang near UGM campus, better eat toast there.
At the Boyolali milk vendor's place, he stopped the bike and went inside.
" Brown milk and toast sir ".
Coincidentally again deserted, only he himself the buyer.
" What is the taste of bread ? :.
" Pineapple jam sir ".
While waiting for the order Haris watched the bread seller's father. He was about 30 years old, his hair was a bit curly with a medium stature. He was helped by a woman who was almost the same age, maybe it was his wife. A seven-year-old girl was sleeping in a chair.
In the past when following the student orientation period he often stopped by here to find food, this place never sleeps, until the morning there is still a sale.
The orientation period of the students was crazy, from morning to night they were cornered, given a strange task, sometimes unreasonable, especially those who gave assignments in Javanese, they did not seem to care, the important thing is, you know, it's none of my business.
Once they were told to bring a ball that was inserted into the needle, what not to turn it, should be a needle inserted into the ball. After asking here and there it turns out that what is meant is not a ball but bolah (thread ), so the thread is inserted into the needle, there is only.
He picked up a cigarette and turned to the shop owner.
" Borrow the match sir ".
" Monggoes ".
After lighting his cigarette he returned the match to the one who had.
" Have you been selling here for a long time, sir.? ".
" Well, not long ago, since the baby ".
" You mean father ? ".
" I am just continuing the efforts of parents, since my baby has been invited here, put to sleep under this table ".
" Can you sleep sir ? ".
" For a long time also ordinary, minglingan here, wong at the train station alone can really, even though intermittently the train passes, yes anyway ? ".
" Yes, sir ".
Life in a big city is like that, maybe because the population is too dense so that many who have no place to live are forced to sleep in any place, such as in the role of shops, train stations or in rickshaws.
The day was getting late, Haris immediately went home to his boarding house, after the dawn of the new day he fell asleep.
