THE MENTARY FOR THE ESTUARY

CHAPTER 11, MEETINGS AND STRESSFUL STORIES

    “Ga-Ganesh?”

“Mbak... Just then. Iki I dreamt of tah i?” the teenage boy named Ganesh was a little confused. He recognized the voice, but he refused to guess. He was afraid of being wrong.

“Dek... I-It's mbak, deck, this is Mbak Riri..”.

“Ya ALLAH iki memen tah? M-Mbs...” Ganesh approached, hugging Riana so tightly.

“Iya, really, the perfume is the same..” says Ganesh. Had this not been a crowded place, Riana would have cried hugging her sister, the sister who was separated long ago from her. The sister he was forced to leave behind, just because of his selfishness. Had he been willing to soften his heart a little, taking Ganesh and his escape, Ganesh would have never thought of him this strange.

“Let's talk again yes mbak, I found my school group first,” said Ganesh.

“The variety is like this all right? Anter ma'am yes, they're over there tuh.” Tawar Riana pointed to the third row behind her.

“Iya, may you please mbak,” replied Ganesh. So like when he took Abhi earlier, he also grabbed the hand of the sister, and took her to his school troupe.

“Lho Ganesh, did not think where you were, what you missed, it turned out to have arrived first,” said one of his friends, when Ganesh came and stood in front of him.

“So I came here first, afraid of the heat. Oh yes, knowin, this is mbakku,” said Ganesh while introducing Riana.

“You mean mebetan ta? Edian, just a day directly by the girls!” exciting friend.

“Hush ngawur, ora, iki my sister temen, my sister iki rek,” said Ganesh.

“Oh ho oh ta? Sepurane mbak, I am Vishnu, his friend Ganesh,” he said while shaking Riana's hand.

“Hoooop, ojok ndemak-ndemok, iki my brother, jek segelan iki,” janda Ganesh. Riana pinned the head of the brother playfully. Actually Riana would like to join at her desk a group of high school children, but can not, all must sit according to their respective groups if she is a group participant, if an individual, yes sitting alone. So when Riana saw that the event was about to start, she immediately said goodbye to her sister and friends, then returned to her seat.

***

The writing seminar he attended accidentally went very smoothly. And Riana also just realized, who the figure of Abhi is actually; it turns out Abhi is his literary friend on facebook and also instagram (in the name of Narendra Abhimanyu). How can I just meet the guy now? And he also just found out that Abhi is visually impaired. He should have suspected that he saw every post of that guy. But basically Riana is insensitive, so yes.

When the event was over (and Riana was about to get out of the ballroom), the voice of someone calling made her stop a step.

“R-Rey? You..”

“You why do Elsa?” tanyanya direct. Riana surprised. Why is Rey here? Though the purpose he went here is not to avoid the figure of Rey?

“Yes, said Elsa, you are a cheap girl. You don't accept me cheating, but now, earlier, more precisely, you even photo on the beach with another guy.”.

PLAKK! With all her heart, all her might, Riana gave a slap to Rey.

“You...” the unexpected, Rey dared to play rough to Riana. He pulled hard on the girl's hair, pushing her down.

“How dare you slap me now, huh?”

“Why should I be afraid?” Riana rose from the fall. Staring back at the eyes of the young man who had been rude to him was defiant.

“Heh, you should have realized Riana, if not me, who would want to be with you? You are not clear life, face is also not very beautiful, mentally ill anyway, does anyone want to be with you besides me?”

“Oh much mas!” exclaimed Abhi who appeared suddenly, out of nowhere.

“Only special humans can appreciate and know the special location of Ms. Riana, which is clear, it is not until.”.

“Wow! You went down the market, Ri, from the perfect handsome guy like me, so to this blind guy like him?” Rey demeans.

“Rey Faris Saputra, which is our problem, you do not need to bring others who have nothing to do at all.”.

“If it has nothing to do with it at all, why are you taking photos with him?”

“Lho, yes like me, you've been cheating for months I don't know, this, just made a photo of friendship already excited..”.

“You're really brave huh?” Rey was about to raise her hand again, wanting to hurt Riana once more, but was arrested.

“Don't dare be a woman,” Abhi said as she clutched Rey's hand.

“Oh, so I have to be brave as you are, blind guy? Okay!” fighting between them was inevitable. Riana immediately approached them, intending to separate. But Abhi kicked him out, as if hinting that he would be fine. But Riana did not stay silent. In her fear, in her panic, she calls some hotel attendants to secure Rey who has made a fuss in the ballroom.

“Awhile mbak, we contact the manager of this hotel first,” said one of the security there. Meanwhile, the other security immediately went to the ballroom in question to stop the fight that occurred.

***

“Yeah Riana, lo why is the temple injured?” ask someone. Riana had to be forced to be shocked again, because she knew the figure standing before her, the figure who was also looking at her in panic.

“Kak Mario?”

“Yeah, I need to contact Nico no? Because elo diarahinnya here with him, I'm surprised you dapet violent acts like gini!” that guy named Mario.

“Ya knows it, but I promise you, if anything unexpected happens to you, I have to say to him... It's so messy anyway.” Mario ruffled his hair, frustrated.

“Bang Mar, mending mbaknya we take to the room first, let treated temple, it bleeds you know.” proposed one of the hotel employees.

“Ho oh really, yes ayok deh, we bring.” said Mario weak. He's the new manager at the hotel, more or less in office for two months. How come moro-moro suddenly faced with a potentially viral case like this?

“Eh, Abhi how?” ask Riana worried.

“Insya ALLAH is safe Ri, security must have completed its task well... Come to the room first, God willing all safe,” said Mario. Riana nodded, then she followed in the footsteps of Mario and one of the hotel employees.

***

Inside the room, a man (looking like Riana), was getting ready, and he was surprised to see Mario coming with a panicked face.

“Ngopo Mas Yo?” tanyakanya.

“Anu, there was an incident... You ngisi nang lounge tah?” ask Mario.

“Ho oh mas, saiki my schedule. Lho... Iku mbak - e ngopo?” tanyanya.

“Yo kui, victim of kui incident want... Yo wes good luck, Estuary.” Said Mario.

“White, suwun mas. I went there, yes,” pamitnya. Mario nodded. He returned his attention to Riana and her injured temple.

***

In the lounge, Riana enjoyed the music with her head swaying to the right and to the left. In front of him was a sloki filled with red wine. This is the second slokinya. Riana was really upset. He tried to reflect with the help of a small mirror that he usually carried. His temple was bleeding, and now wrapped in bandages. But, the pain in the wound in his temple was nothing, compared to the pain in his heart that was humiliated unexpectedly by his former lover in the ballroom earlier.

“Aaaaaaa!” Riana shouted. But no one heard, obviously, because his screams had been drenched by the music that filled half the atmosphere of the Lova Hotel Lounge.

“When love should indeed choose

Say it to me for sure

Him or me love

Get your love

I will not deny the reality

And if we should be apart

Oh my beloved

Let me be with my love

With my path

Kan I carve sweet memories of our love” song Merenda Kasih owned by Kahitna was successfully performed (and to the heart), by a guy who was fun singing while playing his piano on stage. With her eyes reddened by the effects of the wine she drank, Riana looked at the guy who was like he didn't care, too engrossed in singing. Saucepter too? But... Isn't that the figure he saw in Mario's room? If you don't remember wrong... Who was his name? But, Riana could not remember anymore. His brain suddenly froze after he downed more than four slices of wine. He immediately collapsed from his seat, after the song “Without Cinta” belonging to Yovie & Nuno began to fill the recesses of the lounge room.

***

“Eh, sopo iku ngisore mejo?” someone's voice suddenly sounded – almost shouted, as soon as he got off the stage. It was already two in the morning, the lounge was deserted, no one was eating and drinking anymore. The effect of various types of drinks available (from Sherry, wine, to champagne), would make all visitors choose to return to their rooms and do something yes-yes (maybe).

“Ndi? Opo iyo onok uwong nang ngisor mejo?” ask the others while going off stage as well.

“La kae,” show the previous. The estuary dropped last, and curiously, he followed where his bandmates were gathered, and there was something going on.

“Masya ALLAH, this is not mbak who was in Mas Yo's room, yes?” tanyakanya.

“Kon eruh, Ra?” ask the first one to see.

“Yo eruh, want me to meet before here... Yoopo saiki? How iso onok nang ngisor mejo i you know?” Head scratching estuary. His friends shrug their shoulders, they are not the same. The estuary scanned around with her eyes. Then those empty slokis, as well as some bottles of red wine, might be the answer to the miraculous sightings they found after tonight's gig.

***

The muruh-muh sound between the elevator doors that seemed like they would still be open for a long time. Maybe his band mates left him alone here, with a drunk girl who ran under the lounge table because of some wine sloki. And finally the awaited clink was heard as well; the elevator door opened. While slightly objecting to the girl stumbling in the buttocks, Muara entered the elevator door, and let it close perfectly behind her. While waiting for the elevator to take him to the 5th floor, he tried to remember the name of the girl. Who earlier? Rianna? Sweet is his name. Beautiful people too. But why would he poison himself by downing that much wine? What kind of trouble is now weighing on the beautiful girl until she does something quite ridiculous in the lounge earlier?

***

“Good sleep, mbak. I hope you can be happier tomorrow. Do not drink a lot of wine, not good for health. If necessary, don't drink it. Anyway, pretty-beautiful to drink... Wes mbak, happy will surely come to you.” said Muara long-wide while laying Riana on the bed of a hotel room. Not to forget, it also covered the body of the girl. One thing that makes the guy a little grateful is, the clothes Riana wore are quite polite, no less material like most girls when playing to the lounge; at least, it was based on her experience, only, who often see a lot of women (especially Caucasians), if playing to the lounge is what his style is like.

“Good sleep, mbak. Sweet dreams,” said Muara once again. And whether he got the courage from where, all of a sudden, he was eager to wipe the girl's long hair, which hung over one side of her beautiful face. With a careful movement, Muara returned to where the girl was. Brush the long hair short, then tidy it up. According to him, unfortunately if a beautiful face tends to be cute it only looks half part. Ish, dasaar, your mode, Ra. Did you stop there, why in the girls' room at midnight? It could be ntar.

(BBC).