The Toga Rahayu

Quiet Day

“How many times did Yu you ask like it was the same me? How many times do I have to answer that question?”

“Didn't I say because you're my friend so I'm good with you, I also already consider you like my own sister”, replied mas Dika while smiling at me.

“Oh yes mas thank you for all the help so far”. Dika is a good person, all this time he is also always good as everyone is not just me.

I should not ask Dika again is not the answer is still the same dika just consider as a friend and sister. I should have been more in control of my own feelings.

Learning only two by myself Dika is actually something difficult, countless it feels like my heart stopped beating. Being in the closest position to her that I can breathe the scent of her hair. Sometimes he makes me feel like it means a lot but then makes me pay back if I remember the word ” only limited to sister and friends”

I have to brush off all feelings for him, do not let dika dika know if I put my heart on him there he will ilfil with me will even feel disgusted.

“You're like a dream for me not to be real and everything you feel should be extinguished and end”.

Such is the picture of my heart for Dika mas.

“Yu next week when a quiet day is one week off, where are you planning to go?”

“I don't know mas”

“Do you want to go home?”

I just shook my head, actually I miss my mother, father and brothers at home but where can I go home as I please, I have ironing responsibilities and wash my mother's clothes.

“Yuk” streets

“Walk? where?”

“Where as you like”. I really want to answer want dong mas go to your heart but surely dika mas will ilfil lebai once.

Studying this afternoon is over, dika helped to do the task of making a magazine until it was completely finished until the cover design was also made.

I was amazed and amazed that was all that was in my brain when I was close to him. Because all the tasks have been completed finally dika pay to get out the perpus first.

“I came out first ya Yu, there is something I have to do”, pamit mas Dika and start rushing tidying up some of his luggage.

“Iya mas carefully yes, thank you yes for all her help”

“Thank you continue, this is all not free later on the quiet day you have to pay”, Mas Dika passed leaving me and I still faithfully look at the wide back and upright it is completely invisible.

***

Monday has arrived, unlike the usual Monday which is identical with all its hassles, this Monday seems looser. We entered a quiet day before the end of the semester.

Campus and boarding seemed quieter than usual, some of the students came home, some were really preparing to study and some used it for a walk before the semester exams began.

Most of the children in the East Java region can be sure to go home to give up longing with their parents or just ask for pocket money. Unlike the friends who come from outside Java they prefer to stay and use it to learn.

“Yu road yuk, later I pick up ten o'clock you get ready first ya”, sma from mas Sholeh aka mas Dika.

“Where is mas?”

“Udah Ah you get ready first”

“But where did you go?, actually I was afraid of the wrong costume, lest he invite to the study event, right at least I have to wear a skirt.

“Ok”

I quickly prepare myself to use the best clothes I have still the same clothes I ever wear when watching with Dika mas a few months ago, pink plaid shirt with blue levis pants suit.

I opened the wardrobe looking for the veil that I usually use as a pair of pink clothes, but I don't know why the veil I was looking for didn't exist, I went back to looking in some other places still not there.

I tried to think back, the last time I brought the veil to Batu during a reasoning and writing event last week, I began to realize why my bag felt looser, it seemed like my veil was left behind. Realizing that I used a makeshift veil in a color that crashed into my costume.

Not long ago when Dika had arrived in front of my boarding house, I saw from the window of the upper room apparently he came using a large motor sport not as usual that carries vario. I went downstairs to get to him.

“Tumben mas bring this motor?”, I ask him

“Let's be cool like a young boy”, replied mas Dika.

Let alone using a motor sport mas, use the legend you are cool, it is basically saucy from the sonna.

“This is how the ride mas?”, I saw a motorcycle mas Dika that looks very big and high like I will have trouble to ride it.

“Basar small children drink a lot of milk there so fast high so that it can be easily climbed”, mas Dika is literate.

“Come ride here while holding shoulder”

“Fine?”

Hold shoulders? This is the first time I hold Dika's shoulders, O calm heart don't be too tight when I beat I'm embarrassed. I started riding Dika's bike and it was so high I felt it was weird, it was a big bike in a very small bonceng.

Dika mas motor began to walk away from the boarding, well being in this condition is very unpleasant, just walked but my waist already felt pain because it had to hold my body so as not to fall on the back.

“Yu I want to speed you handle ya” said mas Dika

“Handle? I screamed a little because Dika's motorbike was very noisy.

“Yes handle, why do I always have to repeat words when talking to you?”

If only you understood, I would always have distrusted all your treatment of me.

Dika quickly pulled one of my hands to circle in his stomach.

“The other hand dong Yu” said dika mas louder, maybe he thought I had a hearing loss so had to repeat a few words while chatting with me.

I timidly began to dare to hug Dika mas and sure enough my body stuck to his back.

“That dong let me not be mistaken ojek anyan you very small if not handle later to breeze”

Mas Dika increasingly increase the speed of his bike, splitting the road that was not so jammed that morning. Along the way there was no chatter which meant that I was more silent and immersed in my own heart.

When entering the Songgoriti area, many people offered us villas.

“Vila mas villanya”

Mas Andika also stopped his bike in one of the posts we passed and approached the person who offered the villa.