THE LAST LOVE PIER
THE LAST LOVE PIER
Atika was typing something in the student senate office, just a few lines he had stopped typing it, read what he was typing, pulled the paper from the typewriter then wrung it and threw it in the trash, he said, the paper he threw out there.
Atika's face looked gloomy, there was a cloudy cloud covering her face, like a fog covering the moonlight. The eye rays that usually sparkled like a star of the ravine were no longer visible, his smile that was like a blooming rose, they were broken, his mouth tightly clenched.
What is it about this jolly girl?, what makes this peacock grieve?, how heavy is the burden of his mind that it can turn that drastic ?.
It's been more than a month Haris did not go to his house, he was like pungguk miss the moon, waiting every week night just in case Haris stopped by his house, invited around the city of Jogja or just chatting and joking as usual.
Already white his eyes looked at the darkness of the house, but Haris never appeared too, it was tired he hoped, everything was in vain.
Today he plans to make a report on senate accountability because soon there will be a new senate election.
As secretary she was responsible for preparing everything, but for almost an hour she sat in front of the typewriter, none of which she managed to make, she said, there are even clumps of paper that accumulate in the trash.
What makes him worried is the news of birds out of nowhere coming that says that Haris is now close to a student of Psychology, some even tell him that they are dating.
The news made Atika shock her heart was torn apart, torn to shreds, it hurt so much.
Sunarto from earlier noticed Atika, he was concerned that for several days the girl had become quiet, not much nonsense as usual, she then approached.
" Atika rest first, you look tired, let me type ".
" No need, just a little more ".
" Already Atika do not be forced later you are sick ".
This time Atika did not argue, she stood up and moved into the guest seat.
" I'll get you a drink soon ".
Without waiting for Atika's approval again Sunarto immediately rushed out, before long back again with a glass of sweet iced tea and several pieces of cake.
" Drinked Atika ".
Sunarto then sat in front of the typewriter, his hands danced agile once, not long after Andini announced his return home.
After Andini returned, Sunarto stopped his work and moved to a place occupied by Andini.
He noticed that the plate containing the cake, there were still 3 pieces left, apparently Atika only ate one piece, he took a piece and then chewed it.
Then he lifted the glass of Atika, there was still half its contents, the glass was handled as if Atika was in front of him.
" Have Narto, why are you so bad, like there are no more girls on this earth bah!, if I were you already a myriad of my girlfriends, you handsome, a lot of money, and I have a lot of money, it's almost srazana pulak again, bah stupid this time you ".
Tigor Simanungkalit entered the room, immediately sitting near Sunarto
" Eh Tigor, I'm fine ".
" You don't have to hide my friend, I already know everything, ah the world is strange, you love Atika, Atika loves Haris, while Haris seems to prefer the student of Psychology, that, what is not strange is the name, so I do not like love, better to play the guitar than to deal with love, dizziness ! ".
Sunarto just laughed a little, he was happy with his best friend this one, likes to be blunt, but his sense of solidarity is very high. Once when his motorcycle nudged someone, he was almost beaten by four people, fortunately Tigor through the four made somersaults hit Kyokushinkai karate-donya.
" Eh you've eaten yet, to the mbok Joyo yuk stall ".
Sunarto.
" Now so dong, actually from earlier I want to talk, but see you pensive so, you're reluctant, ha.ha.ha.ha.ha ".
Meanwhile Atika went straight into the room, after locking the door she threw her body to bed, she cried, shed all her heart irritation.
The beautiful delusion is now on the verge of destruction, starting to tilt like the tower of Pisa, will soon collapse, crashing, smashed into pieces.
One year always together, full of happiness, feels beautiful.
Suddenly everything turned dark, he was like he was thrown into a very deep abyss, crashing into the abyss, fluttering helplessly.
Anger, disappointment, hatred mixed into one, stirring up his entrails, tearing his heart apart. Since childhood he always got what he wanted, his parents spoiled him very much, but now he has to accept this harsh reality, it hurts, it hurts so much.
Then he remembered Sunarto, he knew that the vice chairman of the senate had a heart for him, Sunarto had long tried to approach him.
Mas Narto is funny, he will do anything to please Atika, sacrifice anything, to the point of ruining his health.
He still remembers that time when he came home the night from campus, the rain was very heavy, Sunarto drove him home on a motorcycle.
" When you put this coat on ".
" What is Mas Narto wearing ? ".
" Just wear men more resistant ".
Tomorrow Sunarto will not go to college sick with the flu
His body felt tired, his eyes heavy because of several days of lack of sleep, he finally fell asleep.
Haris Beru realized that he had made a big mistake after he met Atika at the college. Atika did not care about her greeting, she just continued to walk quickly while bowing her head.
He has to go to Atika's house tonight, this is dangerous, he knows very well the nature of Atika, not to add runyam.
After the magrib he immediately slid to Atika's house, he found Atika sitting in the house while reading a novel.
" Evening of the Atika ".
Haris says hello.
Atika only turned her head for a moment then returned to reading without answering Haris' greeting.
" Can I sit down ? ".
" Sit down ".
" Read a novel ? ".
" Look at yourself ".
" Yuk street "
" How terrible is it ".
" Mbok ben (barin ) ".
Feeling unconcerned Haris stood up and walked out.
" Well ".
Atika called out, Haris stopped her steps and turned her head.
" Yes "
" Let's go ".
Apparently Atika could not stand it either.
Haris runs his motorcycle towards the north square, he wants to invite Atika to eat goat satay.
Along the way Atika just silent, he kept his distance, not wanting to be too tight as usual, holding on to the saddle.
For a long time they walked Atika still remain silent, but usually he can not be silent, babbling continues, so that Haris must tell him to be silent because it interferes with concentration. Atika is cheerful, a lot of talk, the Javanese say cerigis.
Haris started to feel sultry, uncomfortable, he was thinking how to melt the atmosphere.
" Atika is quiet, dong is talking ".
" Any opo ? ".
" Well, by the way, about the cake lecture, about the cake senate, or about the witch's end grandmother can also be ".
Harris was joking.
" Oeah ! ".
" Waduh very fierce ".
" My sakkarep anyway (it's up to me) ".
" Ih serem ".
" No pebukin lo kowe ".
Atika punches Haris in the back.
Then the atmosphere returned like that, Atika was silent again, she kept her distance, apparently she was still prying.
Suddenly Haris brakes the motor suddenly, automatically Atika pushed forward and automatically also his hands embrace the waist Haris.
Haris looked back while smiling mischievously, Atika could not bear to hold back a laugh.
" Ih.ih ".
Over and over Atika's fist hit on Haris' back, who was pounded and even laughed.
The atmosphere began to melt the peacock back tame.
Tomorrow morning on Sunday morning Haris fled his motorbike towards Parang Tritis beach on the south coast of Jogja, precisely in Bantul district, behind him sat a girl, Atika.
Now that Haris no longer wants to make trouble, he should be able to split his time, there are two women that he should take care of his feelings,.
Atika's hostile experience taught her that the woman's feelings were very subtle, very emotional, irritable.
Parang Tritis, the word is already very familiar in the ears of the people of Jogja, the beach located in the southern part of the city of Jogja is one of the most popular beach tourism detinas
Many folklore that developed here, one of the most famous is the Legend of Queen of the South Coast or Nyi Roro Kidul, a story about the ruler of the Indonesian Ocean who is said to be a concubine of the king.
Atika wears a white top with a small blue flower, her pants jean blue color anyway, looks harmonious, a smile that has been identical to her is again printed on her face.
They rent a mat and roll it out some distance from the water, then put the luggage and sit side by side facing the sea.
Haris told me about his experience when he drowned in the Bangka Strait until he got lost in the forest, Atika listened carefully.
" If I hadn't met the Bebukit what would have happened, I might have died or been lost forever in the forest.
Scratch the feathers of Atika, if she who experienced it might not last long it is finished, dead. Let's not take a boat across the sea, take a comedy swivel he's afraid.
" She, Atika wants to play water ".
Atika stood up and walked on the sand followed by Haris, then she looked back and smiled, then ran towards the sea.
" Be careful, Atika ! ".
Haris chased, he tried to grab Atika's hand, but Atika just kept running. Finally Haris managed to catch Atika's hand and pull it, Atika almost fell, Haris quickly caught and hugged her, Atika hugged her back, their face was very close, Atika closed her eyes.
Suddenly Haris was like hearing something from the middle of the sea, he turned his head, looked a ship from a distance and a woman who waved her hand.
" Russia ".
Haris whispered softly, then took off his embrace on Atika, the shadow of the ship disappeared, Atika also realized her face reddened, looking disappointed look on her face.
The atmosphere became stiff, Haris quickly mastered the situation and then guided Atika back and sat down at the original place.
Haris looked at Atika fixedly, Atika lowered her head, her face getting redder.
" You're more beautiful when it's Atika ".
Haris told me the truth.
" Gombal ! ".
Atika hits Haris shoulder spoiled, Haris holds Atika's hand and embraces her, Atika rests her head on Haris' chest.
