The Toga Rahayu

The departure of Andika

“Sorry mbak can not, if there is no ticket not allowed to be able to enter into sana”.

“For a moment sir, just a moment there are things I have to tell my friend".

“Sorry mbak once again should not, if you want to go in and meet friends mbak should mbak buy tickets first.Tiket can be bought with on line or off line". The station attendant showed Rahayu the ticket counter.

“Pak please”, Rahayu asked very heartily at her nadir point.

“Once again sorry Mbak can't",

“Pak please sir, please I allow me to enter for a while. just ten minutes sir will not be more I promise".

"I just want to meet for a while with my friend Pak”. Rahayu returned to the station attendant with a very clear face.

It's just that everything is in vain there is no result.Officers of the station just carry out their duties and do not dare to violate the existing SOP.

Moments later a voice came from the station attendant who said that the train to Jakarta would leave now. Passengers are expected to be prepared.

“Good morning, passengers who we respect in a moment the Gaya Baru train in south Malang will be departing from the new city station Malang with the final destination of Pasar Monday Jakarta station with the stop of Cirebon, Klaten, Kebumen will be on the move soon. Passengers please prepare.

My body immediately belittle to hear the instructions of the station attendant, my eyes began to glaze over the clear details as if I could no longer resist.

Tests

Tears flooded my face.

I can't think clearly, I don't know what to do to meet Andika.

I looked around the station, looking for the figure of Andika mas in the middle of the hubbub of passengers who were about to leave.

My eyes did not stop looking for one by one passengers who were about to leave.

“Why are so many passengers leaving, I have difficulty finding Andika”.

I went back to find Dika.

In the crowd of people who want to travel.

I went back looking, looking for the person I loved.

Where are you?.

My eyes refocused on searching.

And I found him.

Mas Andika it's mas Dika.

His posture, the clothes he used I memorized once, and the bag he was wearing was still the same as he usually wears when he went to college.

Mas Andika was sitting in the waiting room while playing his cellphone was seen waiting for someone to appear.

When he heard the instructions from the airport officer Andika immediately stood up and began to walk slowly towards the place where the plane was about to leave.

“Good morning , our respected passengers, welcome to the new Gaya Malang train that will take us to the final destination of Pasar Monday Jakarta station. This trip took thirteen hours. If you need anything or other information you can contact the officer on duty at this time.

Enjoy your journey.

Tott

Surely I'm not wrong that person is Andika mas, and next to him is Mbak Eki and his parents who took the departure of Andika mas. They walked towards the departure hall.

Why should we come? shouldn't Eki finish his education here? he has not graduated.

There are so many questions in my head.

And their parents?.

Yes, the parents of Eki and Dika mas also took the delivery.

I again tried to scream with all my strength, as loud as possible.

I hope one of them hears it.

Mas Andika.mas Andika I Rahayu, I came.

I was still yelling at Andika.

Mas Dika, mas I'm here I'm Rahayu.

“Mbak please do not be noisy disturb the peace of visitors stadiun course”. The station attendant tried to stop my screaming voice, unfortunately I didn't care if I went back to calling Dika's name even louder.

Mas Andika, mas Dika's. I am Rahayu, listen to me.

But unfortunately my plan did not work, not because Andika who heard my screams, not also parents mas Andika or parents mbak Eki but mbak Eki, yes mbak Eki who heard my screams.

Then Eki turned around and looked at me sharply like a blaze of war ready to be done. Ms. Eki also gave me the signal to shut up and shut up and go away from us.

That's how Eki's instructions go through his hands.

His waving hand told him to leave.

But I don't care about your threats.

“Mas Andika mas please mas look back, I am here following you”.

I screamed at the remnants of my voice that were still there but it was not so clear.

Mas Andika almost turned her head back when my name called in the remnants of my voice, but both parents mbak Eki blocking, whether intentionally or not I do not know.

I'm tired, I'm so tired. Mas Andika was completely unaware of my whereabouts who came to the stadium to meet her there.

Mas Andika, mas I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry, I also want to say a lot of thanks to you for all your help so far.

Adika's back was getting further and further away, she really didn't hear me at all, and Eki's mother didn't seem to want to tell Dika if I came.

I came back crying.

Mas Dika I'm sorry mas, mas I'm sorry mas, mas I like you, I love you from the beginning we met first.

“Mbak please be quiet don't make a fuss here, mbak so people” spectacle. The station attendant tried to remind me.

I don't give a shit.

I cried even more in that place, My body shook so much that I was unable to support the weight in my body. I fell to the floor and was still crying. I hugged my own body with the clear grains that were increasingly wetting my cheeks.

At a glance in the middle of my crying flashed moments when together with mas Dika used to reappear. His figure is a helper and he said a coolant.

Shadows flashed when we first met, when we took part in a student creativity week race, when we ate meatballs, spending time just to measure the density of the blazing streets of Malang. A shadow flashed as I kindly told her to stay away from me.

The feeling of regret and guilt united into one increasingly makes my body helpless just to stand I can not afford.

My first love was gone, Dika was not here anymore, my first love ran aground before it could bloom and grow together. Me and Andika split up in hurt feelings.

Andika I love you.

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