Traces of Love Joke

First get to know you

Flashbacks

Jocose

It was still late afternoon but the dark clouds that hung over made the afternoon look like the night was coming too soon. The usually bright and orange-colored afternoon now looks dark.

I was waiting patiently at the stop. Waiting for my sister Juna to come pick me up.

Today Juna offered to take me to Aunt Di's house, in front of Dad and Mommy. The goal is especially in addition to attracting the attention of Dad to buy him a Play Station.

At first, I disagreed. Juna is not 17. Not having a SIM. Juna can bring a motor of course, but still around the complex or around the village. Not to Aunt Di's house which is almost 5 Km away.

"Juna promised to wear a helmet and be careful, Dad. Juna will not be caught with the police. Juna will not speed!" juna's Promise.

Seeing Juna's efforts made me want to help him. "Let's go, Dad. Jena omelin if Juna is speeding!"

"Where is Mang Udin Jen? Usually also Mang Udin always nganterin you everywhere, including nganterin you to the house of Aunt Di. Mommy can't do Jena what?" Dad looks worried and looks for other options besides telling Juna.

"Mother can't, Dad. Tomorrow there is a study at the house of Mrs Rohayah. His son wants to marry. Mother will deket same Bu Rohayah, if you do not come yes Mother does not feel good dong!" reply Mother.

"Can't you back off, can your aunt come home, Jen?"

"Can't, Dad. Auntie Di is flying to America again. Aunty actually asked Jena for help to take care of her taxes." Aunt Di is the sister of Mother who works in America. I was asked by Aunty Di to pay her house tax which she contracted because she was more often in America than in Jakarta.

I thought for a moment while looking at Juna. Considering the decision he will make.

"All right! Take your brother! No speeding!" threatening Daddy.

"Yes!" Juna cheered happily. Me and Juna are twins. Arjuna, the other brother who was 10 minutes away from me. We love each other like twins.

Now I regret my decision. I've been waiting for Juna for almost an hour and he hasn't come. Juna had permission to go to his friend's house for a while while I was helping Auntie Pack. Aunt Di's gone in a taxi after her plane.

We made an appointment at a stop not far from Aunt Di's house. I brought the money Auntie Di gave me to pay taxes. Aunt Di gave me cash because I don't have a bank account yet.

At the stop I wasn't the only one waiting. There was a young man in his 25s with reddened eyes who had been looking at me ever since.

As a human being, I reflect on protecting my precious things - the money I put in my bag. That made him look at me more intently.

I try to keep my distance. In my heart I grumbled why Juna didn't come. Where's the kid going? Is it fun to play PS until you forget to pick me up? Ah the child if already addicted to games is difficult to realize. That's why I plan to put him in school to become law enforcement later. Let's study in the dorm seriously and forget his addiction to games.

I was getting more and more anxious, the young man started to approach me. I decided to walk away from the stop. That's the stupidity I regret.

The young man followed me. I went to the Aunt Di housing complex. The complex is rather quiet, especially in cloudy weather like this.

Sure enough, the young man continued to follow me. Now he intercepted my steps.

"Sweet bro, what's the matter?" He pointed to the bag I had in my arms. I know why his eyes are a little red. The smell of alcohol stuck my nose, I held my breath because I didn't like the smell.

"Bring the schoolbook." I lied.

"Then anyway? Here you see!" The young man forced me to pull my bag. I don't want to give of course. We were involved in pulling each other. "Hehh no love?!" threaten the young man.

Although the young man was half drunk, his strength as a man compared to me was very different. I lost of course.

The bag I was holding almost slipped out of my hand when a hand helped me pull it. The young man's hand was also released.

I looked to see who was helping me.

Brother Mandala?

My senior at the famous school is very handsome and many idolize him.

"Heh who are you?" show the drunk guy.

"It's none of your business! Don't bother him! Go there before I call security!" threaten Mandala's.

The young man spit to the side. "Curtain! You think I'm scared? I just got out of the box. You dare to be like me?"

Fear began to overwhelm me. This young man is a former recidivist. Is Kak Mandala able to defeat him?

"Brave! Why are you afraid of the same?" challenge Kak Mandala.

"Bas based on a rancid boy! Here I teach you a lesson!"

Kak Mandala even went forward and there was a fight between Kak Mandala and the young man. Mandala's black belt Taekwondo easily defeated the drunken young man.

"Lo's nothing?" ask Mandala to me.

I who still could not believe who was helping me could only nod without being able to say a word.

My consciousness came when my face began to get wet with the rain that began to pour with its swiftness.

"Let's run!" Brother Mandala pulled my hand and took me to the security guard post that happened to be empty. "Where is Mr Satpam? Ngayeng only ninggalin post!"

Kak Mandala is familiar with security complex. Is Kak Mandala indeed a resident of this luxury complex?

The rain is getting worse. Those of us who were standing on the porch of the post began to get wet.

"We're just going in! I'll tell the security guard later. I know him. Than you're the budget!"

I'll take what Mandala asked. Enter the security guard post measuring 2x2 meters.

"Where are you going? Let me anter later!" Mandala offered herself to me.

"Oh... No need, Brother. My sister will pick me up at the front stop, but because the young man was suspicious so I escaped to this complex. His intention to ask for help from Mr. Satpam eh even the complex is quiet like this." I replied.

"Loh, if lo here means adek lo do not know dong? What if he was at the stop? Try calling him!"

"My HP is low bath, brother." I answered honestly. Understand, father's legacy. Hp whose battery has been dammed new given to his son. Sometimes the phone calls are dead. Must replace new batteries continuously.

"I'm lowbath too. We run to the stop. Afraid of how you're waiting?" kak Mandala's.

I'm weighing Kak Mandala's proposal. Right too. If Juna had come and did not see my whereabouts, he could be worried.

"Yes, Brother. We just run. Brother ain't nothing rained?"

"I should be the one. What is nothing raining? I am a boy, strong. If women get raindrops, they like to get dizzy!"

I smile. "I'm strong, brother!"

"Your dimples are really good. Dong dong smile. Your face from earlier was so scared!" Mandala held out her hand. "Would you be ready to run?"

I nodded and welcomed his hand. "Go's!" We ran in heavy rain. Fortunately the money and tax bills are included in the plastic so be safe.

"Ha.ha... It rained so much!" said Kak Mandala with a decapitated voice because while running. He didn't let go of my hand at all. We continued to run until we finally arrived at the stop.

How disappointed I was, Juna was not there. "Nothing?"

I nodded weakly. I ran around in the rain, eh kids haven't come yet. I'll let her head come later!

"Nih use!" Mandala gave me the sweater she was wearing. "Let's not get cold."

"But what brother?"

"My house is from here. Think of it again playing rain." replied Kak Mandala with a smile.

Juna came soon. He apologized because the motor ran out of gas so push first until the gas station. I can't be angry because I know he's honest.

Simultaneously a luxury car stopped and called Kak Mandala's name.

"Mandala!" shouted the men who were sitting in the back seat. "Let's ride!"

"Yes, Pi!" answer Mandala. "Gue first!"

"Yes. Thanks, Brother!" We also split up. I just realized that I'm still wearing the sweater that Mandala gave me.

I intend to keep Kak Mandala's sweater as a memento. I take it wherever I go.

Flashback off

I picked up the sweater that was behind my shirt in the closet. I deliberately put it on the back so that Kak Mandala does not charge me to return it.

The brown sweater looks very warm. I hugged the sweater like I was hugging Kak Mandala.

My tears are flowing again. Kak Mandala alone does not remember me as a crumb of this cracker. How could I possibly be someone in her heart who was only filled with the name of a Kinara?

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