THE MENTARI FOR ESTUARY SEASON 2
CHAPTER 2, AHEAD OF DEPARTURE
One day after the Thanksgiving, Riana was still busy tidying up all her belongings in the room. Most clothes are the same books anyway, the same most laptops, speakers, soundcards or audio interfaces. If other items such as plate shelves, cabinets, everything has here, so he lives a kost that is as complete as here, if you have arrived in Surabaya. Only the question is, will he find the mother and father as good as Bu Dian and Pak Fakhry in his new place later?
“Ri, the card is less?” asked Bu Dian from outside her bedroom door.
“Iya ma'am, less, but later Riri take it alone.” replied Riana while closing her big suitcase, and locking it.
“Halah, no need, this is mom bring..” said Bu Dian while entering Riana's room. He was seen carrying some empty cardboard, as well as some other fruit that seemed filled with something.
“Lho, this is why there is a cardboard that has contents too, bu?” Riana wonder.
“Create supplies..” replied Bu Dian while looking around the room. This room has been occupied by Riana for three years, since her first arrival in this city. Riana is a good girl, very nice, she is friendly to everyone, including to the family of Bu Dian. Even his nephew Si Banyu, had fallen in love with the mangrove-cheeked girl. Unfortunately, their relationship does not continue, as there is no blessing from his parents Banyu, whose standard of living is height. In the end, until now, the child was also not married. Miss Dian is alone.
“Yeah ibuuu, these are pastries, so much food for Ri all?” riana asked in amazement, as she peeked at the boxes that already contained it.
“La yes, for whom else? The game was closed, kept tied up, combined with other boxes. After that, brought to the front,” said Bu Dian. Riana nodded. With trembling hands, he tied up some of the already full boxes, and put them together with other items. All that remains now is one clothing stel that will be worn tomorrow to the airport. But a second later he thought again... To the airport with so many items must go up what, try? In fact Riana prefers to take a bus or train, but the same Om Dimas is not allowed. The reason is so that the time does not run out on the road, so all the re-listing process and all kinds can run more optimally. Well so his mind now, bring this much stuff to the airport must ride what?
“Tomorrow, same father mom who will nganter you, nduk.” Ms. Dian broke the silence. Riana auto raised her face, and gaped in wonder. Why did Miss Dian know what she was thinking? Just a psychic!
“It seems like a mother's instinct, even though she has never been a real mother. Maybe if twenty-two years ago the mother could have children, the mother's child has grown up and is healthy, your age is also yes nduk.” said Bu Dian sadly. Riana embraced the woman, taking her sitting on her bed.
“Mother don't be sad, Riana is loving mother, Riana is already a mother's child now. Still less ta?” said the girl softly. And the unexpected happened. Suddenly, Miss Dian hugged her so tightly. Riana returned the embrace. And he knew now that his hostess was crying, marked by her finely shaking shoulders.
“Mother, don't be sad... Riana promised to come back here often during the semester break. You can also call and or video call Riana at any time. Yes, do not be sad yes..” said Riana. The door was knocked slowly, and someone appeared behind it. That's Mr. Fakhry, Bu Dian's husband.
“Ibuk I you know, do not search anywhere, the question is here..” said Mr. Fakhry. Bu Dian smiled – almost grimaced, while outlining her embrace with Riana.
“Iya e sir, sorry yes, kebawa nih atmosphere...”
“Yes already that you know, someone wants to rent another room in the princess section, but do not give this room, this is special Riana if you go home,” said Mr. Fakhry again. Bu Dian nodded tightly.
“I ya think so sir, I was about to nag, anyway, wong new kid want to go tomorrow, already play accept rent again aja.”.
“Ya is not it, the father also love Riana, mom, already like a child also he tuh. The former room of the Goddess is also empty, it has been cleaned as well, yes the new child will be there.” said Mr. Fakhry. Ms. Dian nodded again. And the two of them came out of Riana's room, down the stairs while holding hands. Riana smiled as she laid herself on the bed. Ah, Mr. Fakhry, Ms. Dian, you're always that romantic every day. Hopefully later I get a partner who can love me even though the years and seasons keep changing.
***
Evening come. Riana moved her body that felt a little stiff, because it might be the wrong sleeping position. Riana rubbed her eyes, then glanced towards the wall clock that was stuck on the wall (iya dooong, pare somai! Where else would it be?), and there it was at 16:35. He slept for a long time too.
“Oi, beeeb... Open disgrace, uh, open dooruuu!”
“Eh tick tiger, eh tick tiger. Edian arek i's... Just go!” just had her life collected in half, Riana had to be forced to give up her sacred eel hit the headboard that was exactly in front of her (she was in a sitting position), he said, when he heard the cries of Maura's bars from behind the door of his room.
“Makanya, cepet open..”
“Log ajaaa, not locked!” riana finally. With an ugly grin, Maura immediately went into the room that was almost empty, then mengeliatin Riana who was still focused and diligent ngegusap his sacred eel.
“Why is that being eliminated? Again fishing out the genie from there, yes?”
“Aladin is the First! It's because of you, dodol! Call not approx!” riana exclaimed in anxiety as she threw a bolster pillow towards Maura.
“Adaaawww, your anarchist... Yes sorry, I was too excited.” Maura said as she caught the bolster pillow, returning it to its original habitat.
“Why the hell? Lu mah will be nicknamed Miss Heboh from the past in school, because he likes to gaje, like to be excited just about anything. Now why?” ketus Riana's.
“Lo surely know dong there are new children who want to stay here?” ask Maura.
“Tau how, keep?”
“Come out, you'll be surprised to know who he is. And he will not occupy this room, but his room Madam Dewi tuh, who is behind the clothesline.”.
“Who the hell? Make curious...” Riana sneered.
“Let's go, don't brake in the mulu room, lay eggs later. Yuk...” invite Maura. Riana nodded. And once again, he did “asan” to the girl, by tracking her. After that, use a show of interest in everything.
***
“Carissa?”
“Mbak Riri?” the two girls were equally surprised. In a few seconds that felt like a matter of centuries, they looked at each other, looked at each other, looked at each other and judged each other's appearance, to become the center of attention.
“You guys why are you looking at each other like that? Do you know each other?” Ms. Dian broke the silence. As if aware of something, Riana released her gaze from Carissa, and vice versa.
“Eh, i-iya ma'am, we already know each other.” Riana replied finally.
“Oh, so. Carissa this, later occupy the room that was once rented the same Mother Goddess, who was behind it.” explained Bu Dian.
“Can't, Ri, you've got the most special place here. It's like a special person in a special place.” Maura said loudly while sitting on the sofa, watching TV. I don't know what he meant by his words.
“Eh, is Carissa already room tour here yet? If not, come with me..” bargain Riana.
“Not yet, mbak,” Carissa replied slowly.
“Oh yes already, ayuk room tour first, continue later mbak buy food for together here... Want ya?” tawar Riana is carefree. Carissa just nodded. He could still feel Maura's sharp gaze, seeming to hit and penetrate his entire body. As well as Milia and Selena, they seemed a little dislike of her, but hidden, not as blatant as Maura.
“Yuk, Sa, what's bullshit? Pake the mask..” said Riana. Carissa nodded. With trembling hands, he put his mask back on, and tailed behind Riana.
***
“So you have no further apartment rental, Sa?” ask Riana. Fried rice shop, afternoon. They were busy chatting, while their order of several packs was being worked on by the seller.
“Iya. I also do not have a permanent job now, and can not continue to go to college, because papa's finances are problematic. I was told to work, but I want to keep going to college..” said Carissa sadly. Riana nodded, understood.
“Eh, really you're Dyo's cousin?” ask Riana. There really is no purpose, but he was curious, what Carissa meant in the quarrel Selena and Dyo is the same Carissa.
“Yes, mbak, right. Yesterday the work of the bartender was also freelance, not fixed... And now all I need is a steady job, so I can live and maybe... Nerusin lecture,” Carissa sigh. Heavy loads seemed to be squeezing him from various directions.
“You in PTS yes, Sa?” ask Riana carefully.
“Iya. This was forced to stop first, so that it could participate in the selection of PTN next year. What do I want to do with my High School Diploma?” carissa again.
“Later you can chat with his friends mbak whose name is Milia, who knows he can give work to you..” said Riana. The fried riceman called them, saying that their order had been completed. Riana immediately went there and paid for everything. The conversation continued on the bike.
“Oiya, said the children, mbak want to go. Where are you going?” ask Carissa.
“Mbak to Surabaya, Sa,” Riana replied calmly.
“Ngapain? Want to stay back in Malang? Mas Nico said, Malang, right?”
“No, Sa... Anu, mbak terbima lecture at one of the best PTN in Indonesia, which is there..” DEG! Carissa shaken. He felt really shaken by the news. Remembering that a few months ago, he had “ngece” aka literate Riana who had not attended college at the age of the head of 2. Now, who would have thought that good fortune had sided with the girl he had humiliated first? Precisely bad luck is now threatened to alight Carissa; failed scholars, must be the backbone of the family due to bankruptcy that hit the father's business. Who would have thought the twist of fate could be this way; yesterday above, now below. Yesterday was humiliated, now rising slowly. It's amazing, isn't it, how the Creator works?
“Eh, come here, come in, come in,” with Riana. Carissa who realized immediately came down from the top of the motorbike and rushed to open the gate, so that Riana's motorbike could enter.
“Oh yes mbak, later if mbak go, the motor how?” ask Carissa while closing the gate again.
“This is the plan to be packaged there, like tomorrow morning starting to be sent, before I go to Surabaya. Why Sa?”
“Oh, no, kirain mbak want to sell the motor. If so, I want to buy..” said Carissa timidly.
“Walah, second motor but good in Jakarta is still a lot, ntar mbak helpin find yes... Come in, surely we have been waiting for you inside.” said Riana. Carissa just nodded.
***
“Beb, later we eat on the balcony of your room aja yes, itung-itung party, lah,” said Maura, when Riana and Carissa arrived at the house.
“Sama Carissa too?”
“No need to mbak, I want to go straight to the room, continue to clean..” before hearing the rejection with a made-up reason, the girl chose to retreat first.
“Lho, seriously you want to be alone? Don't need help?” ask Riana.
“No, mbak, thanks..”.
“Yes already, if so, your fried rice is brought by you all,” said Riana while handing the rice package to Carissa. The girl just nodded. After saying thank you, he immediately went to his room, leaving Riana CS there. And as agreed, they finally ate on the balcony in front of the girl's room.
***
“Ojok tilled yo rek, sakno arek iku,” said Riana while feeding her fried rice.
“Plague, Ri, no crap. He was never evil at all lo?” said Maura.
“Even soang, right, continue not to be driven? Yes, that's a long time ago, and he's also not so likely. Anyway, the temple of Kost Srikandi as a safe, peaceful, and family boarding place. Do not let there be incidents of mutual bully between residents. Poor dong Bu Dian, what else he rarely stay here right,” said Riana, trying to soften the hearts of his friends.
“Iya also yes, we-we are adults, should not also our attitude was rich earlier. Just yes what, such a sprain if inget..” said Maura.
“Well if so, do not be missed again, ngko lak ilang dewe mangkelmu. Yowes, continue eating..” said Riana. Everybody nods. Finally, Riana's last night at Kost Srikandi and In Jakarta was spent with a backup while telling stories, and nostalgic. You see, they will not meet, at least for the next year, before the semester break arrives.
(BBC).
