There's No Saying Dear

Wong Jowo Nak Muni Ramen

Tonight I broke up to write again. I have been living in this neighboring country for a few days. A country very different from my own. I live in an apartment with Ajil. It's not a problem we are economical or how, but because the apartment is limited. We have to stay on one roof. If this is in Indonesia, I'm sure it must have been broken down, or even forcibly married. Fortunately, it is not like in Indonesia. That's ridiculous! But the name is also, other countries are also traditional. Me and Ajil have a cooking schedule. He cooked in the morning in the afternoon. We eat only twice a day. Oh. There's a funny story when we cook together. Understandably eating here with Indonesia is very different. I'll tell you the story of Ajil, who cooked ramen.

"Do you know what this food is called?" ask this morning.

"It was ramen?" my many.

"Ramen is not Javanese?" ask Ajil.

"Huh?" I don't know what my best friend meant.

"You are Acehnese, so I was wrong, I should have asked the Javanese to know" he replied, the Adjil while lighting the stove.

"Is there any Javanese ramen? Keep meaning what?" aska I want to know.

"Rame means noisy, if ramenne means very noisy.“

"But I'm surprised, Met! Why is it that when I cook ramen, it's not noisy?" I heard it wanted to laugh, not usually the Adjil made a joke.

"Yes, you lit a match on a gas cylinder deck, surely the ramen sounded Jil!"I chimed in on my best friend's words.

I clearly remember the face of Ajil this morning, the Adjil like he was thinking, but not Ajil if he could not guess.

"Ah .. I know! You mean you're gonna kill yourself?" I heard it glaring. The real camp of the Ajil.

"Or do you want to design a firecracker .. who can make a loud noise plus a chain fire?" ask the teacher this morning, to me. He was really smart about crossing the train.

"Or do you want to get caught by the police? In the case of experiments, make firecrackers with only two ingredients, gas and matches!" Kekeh Ajil, this morning with a mocking smile.

"But you're a Mentari! Not ****** that can be taken for granted." I was thinking Ajil, this morning to make me upset with him.

"Be quiet buddy .. if you don't want this knife to float cusss!" I know Ajil, very scared. When I pointed the knife at him.

All right, well, tonight's story is enough here, I'm gonna sleep late. Tomorrow me and Ajil have to go to college.

TTD

Mentari.

The light of reading the book came back, the woman took her time to read the book that belonged to Mentari. The light opens the next sheet. Her husband is still in the bathroom.

I didn't expect, for almost six months I was here with Ajil. But a week ago, Ajil and I separated. Yep! We don't look like we are, but we're still in the same apartment. This is all because of our new friend, his name is Maikel! But Ajil and I called him Mike! Don't get me wrong, he's a man. First why Ajil moved the apartment because Mike was the one who said the words about us. I remember the time the three of us sat in the cafe. Mike started the conversation. Mike is French.

"Open the Indonesian is famous for its hospitality?" mike asked while smoking a cigarette.

"You know where it's coming from?" manya curious.

"Come on, man, we can find any information through this thing," said Mike, while showing the laptop on the table.

"Then? What do you know about our country? " tanya Ajil started talking to Mike.

"There are so many ... one of them is his religion.Majority Islam .. but I'm surprised by you guys," said Mike smoking his cigarette back.

"What's wrong with us?" my question, don't understand.

"In Islam men and women are separated .. but why are you together ..what are you not afraid that something could happen to you, oh sorry... but I was just wondering. You're both islamic, aren't you?" said Mike threw away a cigarette that stayed a little.

"Come Mike! Tell me clearly! I don't understand what you're saying" Ajil said without further ado.

"Are you not afraid of adultery?" The words that came out of Mike's mouth were slap sentences for us.

Even then it was silent as if the mouth was locked.

"Although I also often fornicate," sizzled Mike softly.

Ajil and I stared at Mike at the same time.

"If you don't look at me with this look. I grew up with a family that doesn't know God! I live in a free country with association .. Things like this are very common, man," said Mike casually.

"Do your parents know you're one roof?" ask Mike.

Me and Ajil were silent.

"I guess you didn't tell your parents?" mike asked, again we were silent because of Mike's question.

"Arkana stay with me, I don't want your friendship to be ruined because you're sorry ..later," said Mike, playing with a knife to eat grilled meat.

"meaning?" ask Ajil.

"You're just a human, you're like me, you're either an appetite or something else" Mike said. I'm just a woman who has fear.

"Thank you Mike, you're so good. I think a good friend is a friend who wants to remind...although it hurts even to be slapped with words ..but make us aware." Ajil spoke while nodding.

"Mike if you tie us up ..then my duty as a friend means you. Mike don't make a mistake the second time" I told Mike.

"Dude, I can't, it's a habit."

"Mike, try it slowly. It will surely disappear. I don't justify it ..but I know, it all takes a process if you want it to disappear in you. Take your time for something positive, you can do it!" The adjil chimed in on Mike's words.

Finally we split up but even so, Ajil and Mike always eat in my apartment. Understand our apartment facing hihihi. For tonight I can't write much. Because we're gonna eat out.

TTD

Mentari.

The light seethed on his head, there were many questions in his mind.

"Six months, very long," said Light.

The light starts to open the next sheet back up. The woman will read it until it is finished.

Four years we've been here, my best friend and I have completed our S1 degree. But all this, it was just a disaster for me. I always ask God, is this the end of it all. I don't believe in any of this. How could I have been diagnosed with end-stage cancer. I am really, really disappointed with all this. I don't know why destiny is like this. When I loved someone I couldn't have it. When I got the title, I got some shocking news. Why my life is like this. I was thinking after the S1 title I would continue for the S2. Hope is in vain.

TTD

Mentari.

The light that read that he was very sad. In the sheet Light must read it with jelly, because the paper is damaged, the pen ink also faded. It seemed like it was because of the tears of the book's owner.

"True what Masnya said, not all what you want is usually you get, as well as mbak Mentari! But be assured that God's gift is the best" said the Light.

The light starts to open the next sheet back up.

The diagnosis of cancer wasn't as painful as it was this morning when I heard the word Ajil. Before I left to meet Ajil, I decided to change my appearance. At the end of this life, I should be able to pick up death well. Starting today, I decided to wear Islamic women's clothes, a large robe, a veil to cover the body and a veil covering the face. People say that if we cannot close the law, our papi will bear his sin. Not only papi, but if there is a husband, our husband is giggling. Just the man in our family. Ah .. I forgot, the first time Ajil looked at me like a freak. We met at a cafe nearby, her office.

"There's a different kind of thing!" said Ajil while pulling a chair in front of me.

"What do you think, Shob?" I asked this morning at Ajil.

"Much better," said his thin smile.

"Something I want to talk about." We talk in unison.

"Haha!" We laugh together.

"Tell me what do you want to say?" ask me, I choose to give up. Listen to what the devil wants to say.

I remember very much, the Adjil. His face was like a frightened man. But I know him very well. He'll be frank with me, even if it's heavy.

"I love you!" The words that came out of the mouth of Ajil disappointed me. My eyes are glazed! Whatisthis? Why did he say something that should not be said. The gospel! I'm disappointed in you. You betrayed, our agreement was. I'm disappointed Ajil! Very-very. Why now, when I need you. I thought I'd share my pain with you. Butwhat? Why is my life like this?

"Why Jil? Did you forget the deal, we were in the cafeteria?" ask me with high intonation.

My best friend just looked down, when I asked him.

"You know Jil? I never imagined this would happen. I tried .. to protect you. As a sister! You know why I did that?" ask me with a loud voice.

The Adjil is getting down, I know Jil you feel guilty. But you're wrong Jil, you're against the rules of the game. You crossed the line!

"I did just that ..because I don't want this ridiculous thing to happen," I said with a disappointed smile.

"I'm going back to Indonesia, and I'm not going to continue my studies anymore." I left Ajil, who was silent.

"Met!" call him while chasing me.

I don't want to talk to him anymore, I'm taking a cab. I also left my best friend. This morning I tried to catch the taxi I was riding. I think this is my story, why it's like a soap opera. Being chased, and calling unclear. Why is my life like a novel, perverted! It turns out that human relationships ..there must be times of quarrel. Like my story with the Adjil.

I write with disappointment, tonight is my last night in Singapore.

TTD

Mentari.

Light read the book, with tightness. I don't know what makes that woman so tight. His eyes were glazed as he read the book. The woman closed the book, closing her eyes. At that moment, the bathroom door opened. The light looked at her husband who was standing at the door. Then look at the book on his lap.

The sky frowned not understanding, why his wife was strange. The young man walked over to the bed near his wife. His hand reached for the calendar. His eyes looked at the calendar, then at his wife.

"Why look at me like that?" ask the hairy woman.

The sky shuddered in horror, was his guess right. If he really has to be patient.

"Guests come to the moon, have you come?"

"meaning? PMS?" tanya Light.

"Yes!" The young man nodded.

"Not yet!" the answer.

Fortunately, but why is he like a person who is arriving guests who do not need to make the invitation card? I must be patient, face him who is unstable. The sky was breathing slowly.

Looks like the young man, remember the date of the wife upon the arrival of the monthly guest. Not romantic or anything, but the young man must be ready to meet the volatile nature of his wife.