THE LAST LOVE PIER
THE LAST LOVE PIER
Already a few days Hendra joking, like there was a big problem he faced, his friends were meditated on wonder, kok miasurung this magpie suddenly so quiet, no longer heard chirping, he said, like a toothache.
Since his meeting with Hartini the other day the time is up to think about the female sos-pol. Wherever she was the girl's face always loomed, in the room, in the bathroom, at the table eating, on the campus, even almost all over the world.
In the stall, Joyo mbok she felt a strange feeling, she did not know what that feeling was called, she seemed to lose control to calm her heart.
Unfortunately since then he never again met with Hartini, several times stopped by the shop mbok Joyo, but never met also.
Almost he was desperate to meet Hartini in the faculty of pol-sos, but he was canceled because it did not have the courage to do it.
Today he will try again luck, he will stop by the mbok Joyo stall, where know meet Hartini there.
Coincidentally on the road he met with Hartini who was waiting for the angkot, he soon approached.
" Want to go to Har's school, with yuk ".
" Hey mas Hendra, thank you I was waiting for a friend ".
Hartini lied, he doesn't want to be said cheap girl.
Coincidentally an older brother level Hartini passing up the vespa, Hartini immediately called.
" Mas Bambang ! "
Bambang immediately approached and stopped not far from Hartini.
" Come Har ".
Hartini ran around a little and then sat on the back, his hands circular on the waist of Bambang.
" First up Hendra, by the way ! ".
Hendra just gawked while returning Hartini's hand, his heart ached.
While swearing in his heart he fled his motorbike to the faculty of economics, he will.seek Haris, he will hold him accountable, he said Hartini is still alone, still single, has not had a girlfriend, has not had a boyfriend, that was very attractive once he showed off his girlfriend.
After searching the faculty of economics, he finally found Haris reading a book in the library. He immediately hit Haris with the question about Hartini, only stopped after Haris invited him to the mbok Joyo stall, Haris worried that Hendra was getting out of control, disturbing others.
Joyo Hendra told me what she had just experienced.
Haris laughed at Hendra's story.
" How come you laugh at Ris ".
" Listen, Hen, I've always had a conversation with Atika and she's usually going to embrace my waist, does that mean we're dating?, doesn't it ? ".
Hendra was silent at Haris' explanation.
" Now I have good news for you ".
" What news ? ".
" Today's Sunday night we are invited to accompany them to attend a friend Hartini's birthday ".
" A right one ".
" Oath ".
Hartini looked agitated, briefly sat for a while standing, then walked back, back again in the guest room, paused while looking at the watch, his face looked pouted.
Already half an hour ago he was getting ready, from 6pm, dressing up neatly, polishing his face with mick ups, wearing his best clothes, he wanted to look beautiful in front of Hendra, he said, but what was waiting for has not come yet.
Soon he will remember, the powder will fade and his face will smudge moreng not because like a ghost, if you know this better he does not need to dress up, then his face will not be dressed, let her face look like someone just woke up, tangled
" Silent a little why the hell Har, from just pacing back and forth only ".
Saras amused to see the behavior of Hartini, it feels there have been 10 times he walked back and forth from front to back
" It's been a long time, it's been seven and a half, it's late ".
Hartini looked back at the watch, I want it to feel like he slammed the watch.
" Then we ride the rickshaw ".
" Aaaah you are ".
Hartini.
" All wrong, waiting not at home to go alone is also ogah, what do you want ? ".
Hartini bit her lip, it was angry but angry with who, want to cry shame.
Since refusing to be hugged by Hendra the other day his feelings became bad, it felt stupid at that time, pretentious.
Yesterday he was upset half-dead with Bambang, the level brother who hugged him with a vespa the other day. Bambang continued to force him to be driven home, even though he repeatedly said no, he wanted to go home alone.
I don't know how many times he said no, no and no, the bottom of the rhino's face just kept nyosor, the mentang mentang be loved, do not know themselves.
It felt like cursing, cursing or throwing his face with a stone, finally he bumped and fled through the back door.
After waiting for a while finally Haris came too but alone not with Hendra.
Saras asked in wonder.
" Tau tuh, I don't think you can come ".
" Why ? ".
" So I was there, it looks like he wants to go, already dressed up neatly, no matter who, already got a matchmaking goods times ".
Hartini's face was pale.
" We'd better get on the rickshaw, the bike let me put it here first ".
Hartini is getting pale, already almost crying.
Saras iba milihat.
" Don't mess around ah mas look at Hartini soon fainted ".
Not long after that Hendra arrived.
" I'm sorry I'm late ".
Hartini got embarrassed, her face flushed, a cat nudged her leg, ah fucking cat !.
Hendra rushes to Haris' boarding house, tonight he will inform him that he has made it with Hartini.
Without knocking on the door again he just opened the door that was not locked, but Haris was not in the room. He went in and sat down in the study chair, and then he fiddled open the desk drawer, he found a diary.
He took the book and put it on the table and then opened it. On the inside of the cover, he found a picture the size of a postcard, a picture of a woman.
" Saraa ".
Hendra said in his heart, it is true that Haris loved Saras, not Atika.
He looked closely at the photo, looking very young, wearing a high school uniform.
He had not had time to open the next sheet Haris entered and immediately greeted him.
" Hello Hen, have you been waiting for a long time ? ".
" Eh Ris, I'm sorry I just walked in, sorry I opened your diary, but I haven't had time to read it yet ".
" It's okay ".
" This is Saras's picture ".
" It's not Andini ".
" Huh!, exactly ".
" I told you they look very similar ".
Hendra was dumbfounded, he thought it was just similar, but this was exactly, no difference.
" That's a photo of Andini at High School try to see the emblem on the dialya there is the writing of SMA Negri 1 Jambi ".
Hendra again noticed the photo, sure enough there was writing High School Negri 1 Jambi.
" Well, by the way, what is Hen doing here at night ? ".
" I've just been with Hartini Ris "
" Well congratulations, you guys did fit in "
Haris is shaking Hendra.
" How do you go, who do you choose ? ".
" I still can't forget Andini ".
That's what came out of Haris' mouth.
"But now that Andini has no news, while you have to deal with two girls at once, I think both of them love you, this is dangerous, you have to make a choice immediately, you have to make a choice, do not drag on "
Haris fell silent, Hendra's words had a point as well.
" Yes Hen, I think I should take a stance not to drag on, tomorrow I will tell you tonight I will reflect, if you need to pray Istiqaroh you just wait ".
Until late at night Haris can not decide, both have their own place in his heart. Then he took two pieces of paper and wrote Saras and Atika's name on the paper, then rolled it up and put it in a bottle, tomorrow morning he will vote, which comes out first is what he chooses
The next day when he was ready to vote, he suddenly received a telegram, it was short * Immediately go home father in ICU *.
Like the thunderbolt in the hollow Haris sat down, this was really serious. Without a second thought he immediately sold a motorbike and that day also left for Jambi on a Garuda plane.
Sure enough, only a few days Haris waited for his father in the hospital he died.
It feels like the world is about to collapse, make Haris father's departure is the same as the apocalypse, there is no longer a backbone of the family, his father is just a private employee does not get a pension, only get severance money.
Finally he decided not to return to Jogja and accepted the offer to work where his father worked, his brothers still need a fee.
