Trapped In Ambiguity

This Is Not the End

I stared at the window that showed the sky that night. I never thought I'd be on this plane, traveling all the way alone

I still remember when I stared fixedly at the letter I had just received back then. It was like a dream for me, between believing it or not. I read it over and over again to make sure what I saw was reality.

"Dad, Mother," I cried with excitement.

"What's up, Del?" ask dad.

I gave the letter, looked at the face of the father and mother who began to sparkle and looked at me with a warm, happy smile.

"Mother believes this?" ask me without distracting him from the letter. "Our son is going to college on Harvard. I'm proud of you, Cil. Your efforts are not in vain." Father kissed my forehead gently, so did the mother who hugged me tightly while whispering the word 'congratulations'.

Yes, it was the letter I was waiting for a few days ago. The letter that was the reason I was on this plane. I was really happy until those tears of happiness fell on my cheeks. Although I won't be a university with Rega, at least I will be a city with him.

The coughing voice of a middle-aged woman made me realize from my daydream. I stared at the clock on my wrist. I will soon be landing in America, setting my foot here for the first time.

The plane I was on landed safely. I got off this plane and went to get my stuff.

I looked around, looking for someone who said he would take me to my new home. It was hard for me to look for him among the hundreds of people who were also waiting for the arrival of others.

"Adel Picilia?" ask someone who suddenly approaches me. I answered him with a small nod. "My name is Frasiska, I will guide you until you get used to it here" he replied in fluent Indonesian. "Oh." He chuckles. " I'm a native of Indonesia, moved here three months ago," he continued, which made my curiosity disappear.

We then drove a taxi to the apartment provided by the scholarship. In the taxi, Fransiska told me many things until the taxi stopped. After Fransiska paid for the taxi, she then led me into the huge, multi-storey building. We took the elevator to the fifth floor.

"This is your room" Fransiska said as she opened the brown door.

I stepped into the room, then looked around the room. The kitchen, the living room and the room are in this room. The equipment here is really arranged neatly.

"Tomorrow the day after tomorrow, I will come and take you to the university.This is the key to your room," he said then left and left me alone in this foreign city.

I left my suitcase, then laid my body on a mattress that was so soft after locking the door. My body was tired from that long journey.

I took a cell phone out of my pocket and called someone.

"Hello, Del," replied a voice from the phone over there.

"Sister, I did it. Successfully studied in America."

"You're serious?" I asked him half not to believe it.

"Yes, Brother."

"Are we a university?" ask again with his voice so excited.

"No, sis. But I'm at Cambridge."

"Oh, but thank goodness. I'll take you for a walk the day after tomorrow because I have a campus project to complete."

"I'll wait for you, brother." I answered and closed the call.

I stared at the ceiling of my room, I was not used to going away from my father and mother. My tears are falling because I miss. I remember how my mother cried when I got on the plane and how my father hugged me warmly while encouraging me. I then called dad.

"Cila."

"It's only been one day that we've been apart, Cil, Cil."

"Hehe, I just got to you, yeah."

"Dad knows too" replied the father who sounded indifferent. "How's your place?" continued

"Sep without father and mother."

"You must be very tired, rest."

***

I've been at this college for a week, the college where I met some really fun bullies. I thought it would be difficult for me to get along, but they were all so friendly, inviting me to get acquainted.

"Are you hungry?" ask Alexa.

Alexa is a really beautiful person. Bodygoals, white, has dimples, ginsul teeth, sweet, and also his eyes are clear blue. A man's dream.

I nodded slowly. Alexa then grabbed my hand and took me to the cafeteria. We then queued in order to order food. When the food was on my plate, I looked for an empty table, sitting alone with Alexa.

"Hi, Adel, it turns out you're here, I was looking for you" Farah said.

People who are from the same country as me. Although living in a country of people, he still uses Indonesian when meeting people who understand Indonesian. She is a very friendly and cheerful Muslim woman. Her face is almost as beautiful as Alexa.

"Farah, I think you have class" said Alexa.

"Have done," Farah replied with a smile towards Alexa.

"Let's eat the same," asked me.

"Um, sorry, but there's something I need to do. I'm looking for you to borrow your book that you showed me yesterday."

"Huft, maybe I must learn Indonesian lenguange." Alexa sighed harshly which made me with Farah laugh.

I then took the book out of my bag and gave it to Farah.

"thank you. Bye, Adel, Bye, Alexa."

"Bye," I reply with Alexa at the same time.

Then I started eating my food. The food here is really good.

"Del, del, see the boy." point Alexa at a guy. "I need a minute." Alexa got out of her chair and went to the man. He then started talking to the man. I noticed those who seemed to be getting familiar. Basic Alexa.

Alexa then goes with the man, leaving me alone here. No matter what, I'm used to being alone too, but alexa left her bag which means I have to wait for her, after all I won't have class until an hour ahead.

I stopped eating when I vaguely heard someone calling my name. I looked around. Maybe I just misheard.

"Delloong."