THE MENTARI FOR ESTUARY SEASON 2

CHAPTER 3, TRAVEL COMPANION ON A PLANE (REMEMBERS ABHI)

Riana broke away from the envy of the people who drove her to Soekarno-Hatta International Airport. Today, Riana has officially left Jakarta; leaving her job, her friends, her boarding house, and all the stories that have filled her memory album in this Indonesian capital. In a moment, in less than 60 minutes, he will soon arrive in a new city and place; knit all the remaining stories there, pursue his dreams.

“Excuse me..” a subtle polite greeting teased Riana from her long daydream.

“Eh yes, can I help you?”

“It looks like I'm sitting in a row of chairs over here..” Dejavu! Although the words are not the same, they are similar. Riana automatically turned a hundred percent, and there was a girl with a round face, her beautiful and wiry eyes seemed unfocused and moving, then a stick in her hand. Riana was already able to draw a neat conclusion in her brain, based on all the traits she had seen just a moment ago.

“Sorry... Ye... Blind ya?” ask carefully.

“Iya mbak, bener.” Reply cheerfully.

“Can you see the ticket?” ask Riana again. The girl nodded. She gave her ticket to Riana, to check her seat number.

“Oh yes, you are next to me sitting it... Here, here, let me help,” Riana said as she stood up, and led the beautiful visually impaired girl to her seat.

“Thank you mbak,” said the girl was polite while lowering her face. He seemed to feel a little nervous and embarrassed when talking to strangers.

“Whose name are you?” Riana broke the ice. Probably good too, he thought. Dapet temen as far as possible, if fun, the victory can be continued.

“My name is Hanum, mbak. He is usually called Hani. It's up to you, what do you want to call,” replied the girl again. Riana frowned. What was his name? A hanum? Hani's? What don't-don't...

“Where are you going?” ask Riana again.

“Mau to Surabaya, want to go to college. Thank goodness semester 2 was given offline lectures..” he replied.

“Oh\, same dong\, I also want to go to college\, but if I am still a new student. Where did you go to college? Don't be at U***?”

“Iya, mbak..” replied Hanum while nodding slowly. Riana turned the brain. He was no stranger to this name and face. Is it true that her sister in their conversations usually is that girl?

“You know Ganesha, right?” ask Riana suddenly. He deliberately did not mention Ganesh, because his own brother said, if in the world of association he is more familiarly called Ganesha.

“Ganesha Dwi Pradana?” Hanum. You see the figure named Ganesha that he knows is just that.

“Iya..”.

“O-Oh, i-it's my close friend, mbak. What's the matter?” ask Hanum.

“I Riana, her sister Ganesha, or Ganesh.”.

“L-Lho... Te-Temen ta?” Hanum couldn't believe it. His eyes that failed the function blinked.

“Iya, i... Uh, how formal is it? Replace me with opo-o?” seloroh Riana's. Hanum smiled. In an instant he could already deduce that this girl sitting next to him was a good person.

“I Riana, mbaknya Ganesh,” Riana said again.

“Oh, yes mbak. I am often told about the situation with Ganesh, Ganesh is very dear to mebak he said,” said Hanum enthusiastically.

“Seriously he said that? Not talking ugly?” seloroh Riana's.

“Iya kok mbak, most ugly, he said mbak it is endut, contains my kayak, the same as the eater he said.” Hanum grinned, feeling guilty. Riana laughed, then patted Hanum on the shoulder.

“Well, is that him? Watch out, I'll work on him later. Eh, later he will be in Surabaya also for college... She doesn't know you're leaving?” ask Riana.

“No tau mbak, emang belom do not know anyway. Why?”

“We made this a surprise. Later join the plan mbak yes..” said Riana. For some reason, although not long known, but he can already feel comfortable and not awkward at all with the girl next to him. And now, he easily planned something, pranking his sister with his girlfriend.

“Emang mbak plan how?” ask Hanum. In a whisper, Riana explained her plan, and Hanum listened. Later, they just live execution after arriving at the destination.

***

Juanda Airport, Hero City, Surabaya. Thank God, finally, after an hour of travel. After the luggage business was completed (and it turns out they both brought a lot of goods from Jakarta), both decided to book an online taxi plus a box car to transport all the goods. Hanum said he already got kos-kosan, which is located on the same campus. Hanum was already manjerin, and he said, there was still one more room, if Riana wanted to. And Hanum said, the costs are also complete; beds, study tables, AC, etc.

“Waaah, there is still a chance of manjerin now no, Han?” ask Riana.

“Faster is better mbak. I have told you also the same mother boarding, if you can, the room is not rented first, I want to bring temen. Nice again mbak big room. Actually I was a bit reckless anyway said so, the people just do not exist, or if there is, on average they have rented the first boarding as well.”.

“Kan now there is me. I'm singing wes..” joked Riana. Hanum nodded. Not felt, the two cars they ordered have all come. And they will go together to the designated location.

***

The owners of the hostel are now Bu Rizka and Mr. Dahlan. Both of them already have big children, and migrate and get married, live spread in various cities in Indonesia. They've been pioneering these costs for 15 years. And Riana, as soon as she saw the two couples for the first time, also felt comfortable as well. It feels like they are not much different from Bu Dian and Pak Fakhry, good people who just left in Jakarta there.

“Yeeeeeay, same cost as Mbak Riri!” exclaimed Hanum excited, after they finished arranging the items in their respective rooms. Thank God, Riana's fortune fell through the middleman of this girl.

“Hanum... Uh, comfortable piye, not call Hanum or Hani aja?” ask Riana.

“Call anything as comfortable as mbak, as long as it is called slowly, ngko ndak pengengkupingku nek banter..” seloroh Hanum.

“Yeee, base, ketchup bottle. Yes already, maem yuk, it's lunch je, cook instant noodles first yes, mbak makein, because belom tau here want to eat where.” Riana said as she unpacked the cardboard she was carrying.

“Lho, I'm a cook,” hanum Offer myself.

“Isok to your crew?” Riana hesitated.

“Don't baper yes, Han..” says Riana.

“Wooo santuy, I doubt because I don't know yet. Yes already, I cook first yes.” Hanum. Riana. Now he is immersed in activities with his smart phone. A lot of chat came, the average of his friends. The one who asks him has arrived or not, continues to stay where after. There is also a chat from Bu Dian that is very much, asking almost everything in detail such as :

Arrived here?

Do you have a good hotel or inn?

Have eaten?

Who will be accompanied kost?

Did you get temen? That's a lot! Riana got overwhelmed herself, she replied.

“Mbak, it's been his noodles,” Hanum has returned, with a tray containing two bowls of boiled noodles in his hands. Carefully she placed the tray on the floor in front of her and Riana.

“Anjrit delicious and fragrant, make added laper aja..”.

“Iya dooong, this is Chef Hanum-style boiled noodles!” he said while laughing, pretending to be mummy by patting his chest.

“Iya-iya believe, beautiful, youes ndang maem, our work is still a lot. Most exhausted a few more minutes we immediately tepar without interruption.” said Riana. Hanum. Finally, they continued their lunch while continuing to discuss many things.

***

Thank God, what a comfortable new place. The atmosphere is similar to the former boarding house in Jakarta. The only difference is, now he is alone, without his two loyal friends, Maura and Milia. What are those two kids now? On a whim, Riana glanced at the wall clock that was stuck next to the calendar; at 14:55. It must be Selena's new home, because she just got home from college. Usually, at this hour, the child will knock slowly on the door of his room, and bring him snacks, whether fried, chips, whatever he can get from the trip after college.

[Cell, wes muleh ta?] unknowingly, Riana's hand had moved on its own, typing a WhatsApp message for her sister's flavored friend.

[Udah mbak, this is another meal. What else is it?]

[It's new stuff at the kost.] Selena is typing.

[Wiii, jek cepete... How can I get a cost?]

[The windfall from the transojourney, Cell.].

[Eh how-how? What model trip this time?] Selena enthusiastic. Finally Riana told Selena everything, about her new travel companion who is a woman, but she is visually impaired, just like Abhi. Recalling Abhi, his fingers unconsciously ran towards the gallery. Photo after photo he saw, making sure that all the memories remained imprinted in his memory perfectly.

“Ku fell

I fell back on you

Only with you

I took off all my dragons

My heart

My heart fell on you

My spirit fell and fell on you

You were my last guts..” Abhi's voice was heard from the video footage that was played. Riana cries, reminiscing about her best friend who secretly loves her, and remains so until the end of her life.

“Bhi, I'll be in college soon... You're happy, right?” ask him unconsciously. Riana wiped her tears. You can't cry, you can't. After all, a new chapter in his life had just begun. Not wanting to linger with the snare of memories, Riana decided to get out of her boarding room, looking at her neighbor and first friend Hanum, who lived only two rooms away from her room. Riana walked quietly towards the girl's room. The door of his room was not closed properly, the proof was as cold as the AC wind emerged from the door gap. Riana entered the room, then peeked. There, under a hairy blanket, Hanum fell asleep in peace, beautiful. Riana observed the calm-looking girl in her sleep. And one thing he believed in and he knew at last was, there was something wrong with his sister's lover. No, it's not that Hanum is some kind of villain or something, but he knows that Hanum is never really happy, just like he was. Or maybe until now, I don't know. He promised to take care of the girl as much as he could.

(BBC).