THE LAST LOVE PIER
THE LAST LOVE PIER
After finishing school at SMA Negri 6 Jogja Atika continued his education at the Faculty of Economics, University of Gajah Mada, here he knew Haris who was a second-year older brother above him. They have the same hobby of organizing, both of them are active in the student Senate Currently he serves as secretary of the student senate of the faculty of economics where Haris is the chairman.
They are very familiar, even Atika's parents already consider Haris like their own family.
Haris often plays at Atika's house, especially on Sunday nights just chatting or traveling around the city of Jogja.
As this Sunday night Haris returned to Atika's house, they had already made a pact to eat at the lesehan stall in Malioboro, Haris who ngajak, he had just received an honor from his place of teaching.
Haris stopped his motorbike in front of a house that looked different from other houses
it looks cleaner and tidy.
On the right side looks orchid plants lined up well, some stalks show the flowers are blooming, some are dappled like tigers, pink and bright yellow.
There are also some orchid plants attached to the walls of the house and the fence wall shows the flowers are very beautiful.
In the front yard there is a small pond with purple garden lights that look like a moon and lotus plants floating in the pool water with clean white flowers.
The entire front yard is covered with white and black pebbles arranged to form a painting of Balinese dancers.
On the left there is a garage that is given a road from cement corcoran that leads to the road. The cream-colored house looks clean and beautiful, does not look rubbish at all.
Haris sat in the living room waiting for Atika to finish
get ready.
While waiting for Atika to come out, he noticed the atmosphere in the guest room, although he had repeatedly sat there still did not get tired of looking at her, pleasant, making the heart cool. The contents of the living room are not too much, but how to arrange it is very pleasing to the eye, surely the owner has a high taste of art.
Very different from his home in Jambi, tick swimmer, full wall scribbles of his sister's work, crinkled tablecloth, tangled.
The guest table is full of all kinds of items, ranging from plates, glasses to children's toys, it is not uncommon for wet tablecloths to be exposed to spills of water from a lying glass.
If there are new guests busy cleaning up, sometimes no longer the guest has already entered, just smile wryly.
But it was a long time ago, he didn't come home from high school, hopefully it has changed, time can sometimes make people change.
Not long after Atika came out, they immediately slid towards Malioboro.
While waiting for the order to come Hsris looked at the crossroads, it seemed that visitors walked back and forth not intermittently, very crowded.
Suddenly his eyes hit someone, a woman who was walking with a man in the uniform of Akabri Taruna towards the south, towards the square.
His eyes did not blink looking at the Andini-like woman until it disappeared among the crowd.
Strange, who is he really?, could it be Andini or his twin brother goods times?, but it feels impossible, he knows well with the Andini family, he is an only child has no siblings let alone twins, let alone twins, he said, it might just be a coincidence, many people are similar.
" Who is mas ? "
Atika who had been watching asked, Haris stuttered to accept the question.
" Eh anu, I kind of know that woman ".
" Which one ? ".
" It is not visible ".
Atika at first glance saw something in Haris' eyes.
" Your ex ? ".
Haris' heart was beating to receive that question right on target.
" No, just a friend ".
Atika did not ask anymore but she felt that Hsris was hiding something from her.
After eating, they went straight to Atika's house, and after a short chat Harispun returned to his boarding house.
The second meeting with a woman similar to Andini made Haris feel challenged to know more about the woman. He returned to the main building, hoping to meet again there, but after several attempts without getting results, he finally told Hendra.
" Are you sure that woman is Andini your ex-boyfriend ? ".
" Yes Hen, sure as sure as sure ".
" Okay, how about we go there again, how do you know today's your lucky day ".
" Okay, let's go there ".
They moved towards the main building, and once he was really lucky, not long after parking his motorbike, it appeared that a black sedan car entered the courtyard of the mother building, a moment later a woman came out of the front door.
Haris quickly moved closer to the woman and confronted her in front of him.
" Russia ".
The woman looked at Haris, for a moment she fell silent and frowned, but only for a moment, after that he gawked and walked following the middle-aged man who had come with him who had first entered the mother building.
Haris was stunned, he really did not get out of thought with Andini's attitude as if he did not know him, when he was really Andini, could not be wrong.
" Maybe you're wrong Ris ".
" No way Hen, I know him well ".
" Like people are a lot of Ris, especially in Jogja is too many immigrants, maybe one of them is similar to Andini ".
" Ah I don't know Hen, but I feel that it's really Andini ".
Haris looked very disappointed.
" Have it been, sometime we investigate again, now we should eat first in the shop mbok Joyo, I just happened to get a shipment from my uncle ".
They immediately went to the mbok Joyo stall. While enjoying the dishes they chatted.
" I don't think you're expecting Ris too much, let's just find out about the woman, but be prepared to be disappointed because if I notice the look on his face it looks like he really doesn't know you ".
" Yes Hen I feel it too, just I wonder, cook the hell there are people who are so similar ? ".
" I'm sorry Ris if I may know how you feel when you meet that woman ? ".
Haris took a breath for a moment.
" Andini my first love Hen, we parted in a way that made me very painful, imagine that just one month of our love united suddenly had to separate because Andini got a brain tumor and was rushed to Jakarta ".
Haris then tells her love story with Andini.
" I'm sorry Ris, hopefully someday you will be reunited ".
" I'm actually slowly able to forget it, but my encounter with the woman reopens the old wounds, frankly I love Andini very much ".
Hendra can feel what Haris feels, if he who experiences it is not necessarily strong.
Meanwhile Saras or his full name Saraswati, a girl who looks like Andini is standing in front of the window of his boarding room, it is still very early morning at 4am.
He had woken up half an hour ago, he was used to getting up early to pray at night, usually after that he would read the holy verse of the Qur'an before the dawn of prayer, but today he did not do his routine activities because of obstacles.
Outside it was still dark, there were one-on-one peddlers pedaling the pedicab without passengers, in the sky the stars scattered like flickering decorative lights, also visible moon vaguely covered with clouds.
Natural phenomena are very beautiful, amazing, so perfect, sound chanting sacred verses from the mosque not far from the boarding place.
Then his gaze turned into the room, there were two cots, one of which was the bed of his roommate Hartini.
He noticed his roommate, looking very good, his face was plain like a baby face.
This is a beautiful but fierce person, do not try to interfere, a taekwondo kick can land on the head. He did master the martial sport from Korea, the holder of a black belt, even participated in PON despite not getting a medal.
Although fierce Hartini is very funny, at least according to Saras, he likes to laugh at Hartini's spontaneous and funny behavior.
Hartini is most afraid of the name of a mouse, let it be as small as the creature.
Once when he was busy chatting suddenly Hartini screamed and jumped on the table, it turns out there was a mouse passing near his feet, mending that big, only a small mouse, a mouse clutches again.
Hartini studied at the Faculty of Political Sausl UGM majoring in International Relations, his goal is to become an accomplished diplomat, work in the embassy, move from one country to another.
Hartini comes from Boyolali district, about 20 km from the city of Solo where Saras lived, located on the foot of Mount Merapi.
His parents work as dairy farmers, the cows are quite a lot, about 20 tail.
Saras was once invited by Hartini to play at his house, sunghuh fun, the air is cold, the population lives prosperous because the land is very fertile.
Back Saras looked out the window, it was starting to be rather bright, mbok-mbok basket seemed to ride a rickshaw towards the market, some angkot also began to move looking for passengers.
" Even more to say Saras, it looks fun to be right ".
Someone held Saras' shoulder from behind.
" Eh Har, wake up ".
" Well Handoko again ? ".
" Ngauri ".
" Why do you keep pondering ? ".
" Some of them were present yesterday at the mother building ".
" Who ? ".
" I don't know either, he was like.know me, strangely he called me by the name of Andini ".
" Do you not know him ? ".
" I don't think I've ever seen it ".
" Okay Saras I pray first ".
Hartini immediately went to perform dawn prayers, returning Saras himself.
