THE MENTARI FOR ESTUARY SEASON 2
CHAPTER 1, NEW CHAPTER
Morning at Kost Srikandi. Busyness seemed almost throughout the room, as if in this place will be held a massive celebration. The children of the princess boarding house, sleepily in the kitchen, were cooking a variety of dishes. Children boarding the son, some straddling the table and chairs, then some of which again wrestle the floor with a few strands of mats and or carpet. And among all the hustle and bustle of it, Riana was present, and seemed to be working more than she should. Though Bu Dian – host, has warned him to stay in place, let his friends do the work. This is also a Thanksgiving event dedicated to her. But Riana's bottom, her hands are itching if they don't jump in to help with their work.
“Mbok uwes tho, Ri, iki lak your show, cook you also who jumped?” said Bu Dian, as soon as he saw Riana who was so deftly arranging shrimp crackers in plastic.
“Yo no papa tho bu, let us want to spell what I can not join the work at all, this person is just a thanksgiving.” Riana smiled. Now he turned to the fruits that were still in his basket, not yet arranged. Dredging business was left to the others.
“Halo, Yo, where are you?” selena's voice was talking across the phone.
“At home, mbak, just woke me up. Why?”
“Ha mbok you are here tah, bantuin, already know in the hostel again bothered..” nagging Selena.
“Yaaa, jerk me there... Last night I ran out of jamming, kept nganter Mbak Carissa home..”.
“What? You're Carissa? Why?” shout Selena. Aware of her position before everyone, the girl hurriedly came out and continued her scolding.
“Why Selena?” ask Riana astonished.
“Ya that's it, anyways, Dyo that's the guy, can care for all girls, yes obviously be hugged is the same Selena.” explained Milia.
“Yah... I know exactly how Dyo, it used to be like I was a child, but yes times, I'm the same boy... That Selena is still fighting?” ask Riana.
“No, back inside,” replied Milia. Riana nodded. Then like nothing happened, the room was again busy with the activities of preparing for the Thanksgiving event.
***
What kind of a Thanksgiving event is this? Why does it have to be this crazy? All right, Esmeralda, I'll explain next year (lho!). Now meaning.
Told in season 1, that Riana finally received a lecture at one of the best PTN in Indonesia. So Bu Dian, as the owner of the boarding house, was happy with this news, so a month ago, it was decided to hold a simple thanksgiving, which will be held in the afternoon today.
“Ri, it's done, it's all done. Let's get ready..” said Bu Dian as he returned to the kitchen, checking everything.
“Iya ma'am, this is going to take the breakfast friends first, pity, they've been working this early. Same mom want nitip what?” riana asked while taking the keys of her motorcycle that was on the table.
“We're easy, nduk. Yowes, chepet buy breakfast..” said Bu Dian. Riana nodded. He kissed the reverence of his hostess' hand, then hurriedly went out to find breakfast. The sun is already a bit high, because they start the activity since morning. So rather than getting hotter (and their breakfast show turning into lunch), Riana had better quickly go out and look for food.
***
“Lho, Dyo, where are you going?” Riana had just reached the front of the alley to her boarding house, when she saw Dyo who was half-destroyed in the middle of riding a motorcycle, just behind her.
“La this is going to your hostel, mbak. Have you finished your preparations?” ask Dyo.
“Udah. Yeah, wait a minute, I'll buy another breakfast for you first. So far here je...” said Riana. Without waiting for Dyo's approval, the girl immediately drove her bike back to the stall where she had bought breakfast, and bought another pack. After getting what he wanted, he immediately returned to Dyo's place, and it turned out, the ABG guy was no longer there. It might have arrived at the boarding house, he thought. Then he immediately drove his motorbike, continuing the journey to the boarding house.
***
Arriving at the boarding house, Riana was astonished to see Milia and Maura standing in a tense manner on the terrace.
“Ngopo and cah?” riana asked as she parked her motorbike.
“Kae, do padu nang living room,” Milia replied – half whisper.
“Oh yes, Dyo's motor is here anyway. That's really fighting Dyo with Selena?” Riana.
“La yes, that's why we came out. Kebrebeken je, do rascal iku..” Milia replied again. Curious Riana immediately pulled out the key of her motorbike, then she decided to bring her ears closer to the door, listening.
“What do you mean Yo? I told you, if you want to be my girlfriend, don't have to be mostly stylish! Sok-sokan be a playboy, nganter-nganter Carissa all. He works as a bartender, yes if in the end he comes home more nights than you who fill in the lounge that's his business!”
“Denger first mbak, I have not finished talking..” said Dyo desperate.
“What!”
“Mbak Carissa is my cousin!” perhaps because of the annoyance cornered endlessly with Selena, Dyo finally shouted and snapped at the girl. Not intentionally, and does not mean anything either. But yes it is, the name if it is already an emotion.
“Eh, uh, already... In the calm first..” said Riana while rushing into the living room. His breakfast package was still hanging on the bike, and he forgot all about it, so he was fascinated by the other side of Selena who was just shown today.
“Ssttt, come down, Sel...” said Riana while embracing and patting Selena's shoulder, which is now in her face is also flooded with tears.
“You guys why do I cintillin anyway?” Riana wonder.
“This, dodol, lo lam behind pack,” nagging Milia while carrying some pplastic containing breakfast.
“Oh yes, forgot. Yeah, taro on the table. I want to reconcile this war first..” Riana chuckled while showing the two glasses of cold syrup ice she made for Selena and Dyo who were still both ignited by emotions.
“Yowes nek ngunu, happy duty, married, uh, friend!” maura said as she patted Riana on the shoulder. And inevitably, the three of them became equally loud, laughing at their silliness.
***
“This, drink first..” Riana said as she placed the two glasses of iced syrup in front of them. The two men drank the ice syrup together, then sighed, leaning their backs against the cushions of the sofa.
“Udah don't do battle first. Mending now we have breakfast together huh? Continue to Dyo, you stay here, because the show selamatannya also this afternoon. If you go home first, keep coming back here again, even wasting gasoline... Aye right?” ask Riana. Dyo just nodded, not making a sound. Perhaps his last energy was used for one of those clashes, to Selena.
“You guys calm down first, don't get emotional. Will not solve the problem if you continue to stick to the same argument each, without anyone giving up. Listening to each other is much better. But, what is meant will not be heard and conveyed properly, if you are still equally emotional... One of the caved yes, down his ego..” said Riana softly. Dyo nodded.
“Yes already, at breakfast yes, already this bad luck really. Bentar, mbak fetakin..” said Riana. Both just nodded. Riana throbbing, sebel. Feels chat with the car dashboard doll, just nodding. Not afraid of getting his head out?
***
Not felt, the afternoon arrived. The thanksgiving has begun. Not much is invited, only residents and neighbors around, and friends Riana. The girl is now sitting in the middle of the mothers whose children are still in the 3rd grade of High School, and is talking about where to go to college. Riana did not join the limp, she became an observer, listening. If asked, the answer is only one-two words, one-two sentences only.
“Eh\, bu\, log in to U*** that cost expensive times huh?” ask one of the mothers who wears a bright orange hijab and robe. When viewed from afar\, an orange kayak goes tuh\, hihihi.
“La Yes... Is your husband willing to let Rania in there? In part yes, who entered the campus it must be a really dilute brain, just received, like Susi, my son. Ranking continues you know in his school.” said one other mother, who looked ferocious with her lipstick red light. Feeling that there is already an air of “panash” from a competition, Riana decided to step aside slowly from the “toxic circle”. He decided to meet his friends in the back. Mending him snacking fried foods as much as there, weigh his own heartache horrified the nyinyibu that actually did not go to him, but the effect became persuasive, the negative aura follow nempel in him. So before he's stressed, just mending him himself away from there.
“Why Ri?” tanya Satria – his bandmate, who is again engrossed in writing the contents in the corner.
“Stress I same guest Bu Dian,” complained Riana, while plucking an empty glass, and fill it with ice syrup. He drank it in one gulp, and filled the glass again. Hihahi. His style, you know, kayak exhausted macul in the rice field under the hot sun.
“Haus Bu Haji? Drink no breath first,” ledek Satria.
“Gebleg, sultry me same mother-mom in front. The aura is negative, so just unplug me here.” said Riana indifferently while also picking up the contents on the plate in front of Satria.
“This is the host name there is no morality yes, wong kene sing nduwe hag even his guest left,” always Milia.
“I dare you to listen that, Mil. I don't know how many hours it's strong. If from an hour you still get away with nothing less, I love a million.” said Riana.
“Anjrit, feel guts test anyway. Yes already, eat there, wong jare mother lo belom eat from lunch.” bargain Milia.
“Entar aja ah, easy. From earlier already snacking mulu, added swelling entar..” right after he finished his sentence, suddenly his HP vibrates, a sign there is a phone coming in. Half lazily, he took the HP out of his pocket, just wanting to see the name on the display. And as soon as he read the name of the caller, his face was instantaneous.
“Halo, Ra, yes... Two more days, right? Yes, I went there, he said from Jakarta here there along with him, but I do not know who.”.
***
Finally, it was finished a series of thanksgiving events that also became a parting event for Riana. In less than two days, the mangrove-cheeked girl will leave these costs, looking for her luck in another city, Surabaya. Ms. Dian, who usually feels at home alone with her husband, now even belain gathered with her boarding children, lying unbecoming on the carpet in the middle of the boarding room.
“Alhamdulillah yes, one of our friends can reach his ideals,” Bu Dian began, while spending the rest of his sleepiness, rolling on the soft fur carpet. Next to it lined up were Riana, Milia, Maura, and Selena who were stuck in the corner, already sleeping. I think they're tired of helping.
“Iya ma'am, thank God, I did not expect to get to this point..” Riana smiled, gently holding onto Bu Dian's hand.
All this time, as long as she's been boarding here, Ms. Dian has been so kind to her, she's been considered her own child. Instantly remembered by him various moments where he felt directly the kindness and affection of Bu Dian gushing at him. One time his legs sprained, fell from the motor after work. Then there were some injuries as well which caused him to have a fever due to infection from the wound. Bu Dian waited for him all day, and he kept looking after him until Riana's condition was completely recovered and could be left behind. Once also when Riana pickpocketed when she traveled on Sundays, Bu Dian was the one who managed everything; reported to the police, and others, until finally maybe still windfall, until finally, the wallet was found with the copies. But Riana did not continue the case to the legal path, because the copet seems to be a teenager and not experienced as a copet (amit-amit... Don't make it!). And as soon as Riana asked what her motive was for pickpocketing, she said she wanted to buy medicine for her sick mother, and her three younger siblings in the house who were hungry. Because of pity, Riana gave about two hundred thousand to the child, then told him to go home immediately. He knew the boy wasn't lying, he was just a little scared, and guilty. Because in his heart and mind, there is only about this day, and the fate of his family. So, thats...
“In a moment, mom will lose you dong, Ri?” said Ms. Dian suddenly.
“Hah? What do you mean by mom?” Riana did not understand.
“Ya berta again will you move tho from here, surely later not back and forth again, keep forgetting..”.
“Yeah ibuuu..” Riana laughed, then stroked the middle-aged woman's hand.
“Riana will not forget the same mother. I am calm yes, I have considered Ri like her own mother.” said Riana sincerely. Miss Dian smiled. He stroked the top of Riana's head. After all, time keeps rolling, and he just likes to move forward, without ever going back backwards. Inevitably, dislikes, is ready unprepared, change is bound to happen, everyone will experience it. And this is what is referred to as “babak baru” in a life.
(BBC).
