
I was woken up by birds chirping outside the window. The clock on the wall of the room is still in half six in the morning. Yesterday I applied for a headache permit to the head nurse. Maybe I'll just get to work again tomorrow. Reluctant to get out of bed, my whole body seemed to scream as I moved. It's been two weeks since Mas Damar disappeared. I've drained all my tears. The nights of wailing in bitter weeping have passed ten days back. Lani was always by my side whenever she had the chance.
I forced this body to get up and start the morning routine, shower, change clothes, breakfast. Everything went well just because I was used to it. There is no focus in my reflected view. The undead tub with pale skin and lips and blackened eyes. I have to hold on. I have to be strong. For the sake of the child in my stomach. That's what I always tell myself. Just because considering there are other lives in this body, it's what makes me still be able to swallow an item as good as two mouthfuls of food.
Tok.dok..
There was a knock on the door. And not long ago the door opened a little to show a beautiful brown-haired girl waist.
"Tan.wes tangi? Ayas bubat dik yo. Lek ono opo-opo direct phone. Ojok. Ileng ono baby neng wetengmu. Calls me on the phone."((Tan..have you woken up? I'm leaving first. If there's anything direct phone. Don't freak. Remember there is a baby in your stomach.), said Lani standing at the door.
Scroll him for a moment, "Relax wae, I'm sane."(just keep my mind healthy anyway), I replied flatly. From the corner of my eye Lani sighed and left but she left the door open. Basic sucks. That means he told me to keep moving even if only to close my door. At least there's Lani beside me.
I haven't had the chance to step to the door. Looks like the boarding house is heading this way. I really want to be alone. But it doesn't seem to be possible for some time to come.
"Sick opo Tan? really big tip of your face.", Ask the boarding house while sitting on my bedroom sofa.
"Mum's habit, just tired of getting the flu." but he seems not satisfied with my answer. Is he suspicious? Because starting a few days ago morning sickness symptoms have started to appear to me.
"Have you checked?, lek push will not anterin?", bargained him while continuing to look at me.
"No need to ma'am, klo sampek no good afternoon, mangke kulo prikso.", I argue. My head started to turn. My stomach is starting to shake. I hope the boarding house starts to pass. I don't want him to see me running to the bathroom. And thank goodness he got up from the couch and stepped towards the door.
"Yowes you break ja yo" he said as he closed the door. Immediately I speed up my steps to the bathroom, no need to wait to remove the thick, clear bitter liquid from my stomach. No more coming out because I haven't filled my stomach. After I thought I was a little better, I went back to my room. I grabbed a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down to half.
In the front yard has just arrived a shiny black sedan car, looks elegant and expensive. No need to ask who the driver is in it, because the owner of the car is now starting to walk up to me. The tall figure with a shoulder-length hair is slightly curly black, white skin clean body firm and slightly contained, not fat but slightly stocky. And what always makes me jealous when I see her is that her nose is bigger than mine. January Wibisono, commonly called Yayan, my brother, was swinging his broad strides towards me. Why must he come today, my face began to bend as the width of the grin grew. "Arep nande kowe?"(where are you going?), he said as he got in front of me while playfully shaking my head. I haven't answered that he opened his mouth. "Jare gereng arep metu?"(he said he was sick to kelu-ar).
"Bosen neng room, peanut arep napo kok mrene?"( Bored in the room, what do you want here?), I replied a little sewot.
Swinging his hand to my shoulder he said, "yaelaaah..mosok mbesuk adek'e dewe not by, nang mas'e not by sewot ngono lah."(yaelaaah, my brother can't afford that).
"Yowes is it, mumpung pean neng kene anterin me gelem?"(okay, let's say you're here not to drive me?), take me. It is very expensive transpot.
"Arep nandi anyway?, I'm free se dino iki. But stop by neng floris'e mom' dik yo. Kowe kan yo suwe ra nengok mother'."(where the hell are you?, I'm free today. But stop by mom's florist first huh. You haven't visited my mother in a long time either),
Indeed, it has been almost a month I did not go home or just stop by my mother's floris. Surely you guys think I'm a regional child in this city so that's why I'm boarding. But not. I'm a native of AREMA(poor area), a poor birth twenty-three years ago. My house is also in Malang city even if the traffic is quite smooth not up to thirty minutes distance between the house and the boarding place. Then why am I costing? maybe that's your question. Because I often fuss with my father and mother at home, of course the trigger is about my relationship with Mas Damar.
They don't like me dating Mas Damar. They say I've been in a relationship with the son of my college friend. Because I was tired of the commotion, I chose to only leave. My daydreams were scrapped when Mas Yayan gently shook my shoulders. "Kok even nglamun, yok ah as far as clouds. Arep nandi iki plan?" (kok even daydreaming, yuk ah daylight rush. Where's the plan going?).
I held her hand before she dragged me into the car. "Mas, to mom'e mengko wae yo. Molehe wae kum'e dewe directly wangsul nang omah."(mas, to his mother later. We will go home soon).
In the car I told him where I was going. When Mas Yayan asked me why I suddenly wanted to go to the beach and why I didn't go with Mas Damar. I just answered briefly and vaguely. It was not yet time for me to tell Mas Yayan about Mas Damar. Mas Yayan is actually a good listener type, only today I want to take a break from all sorts of things about Mas Damar. I feel tired.
"Mas, don't stay turu yo, peanut lek nyeter seng ati-ati ae."(mas, I'm staying asleep ya, you if driving carefully yes), I end the conversation with my eyes closed.