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38. Nadya Ayunda
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Surabayan,
The city where I was born and raised. It may not be fancy and far from simple. My family used to live a quiet life just to eat. That's why me and also mas Dani struggled to find rupiah since graduating from elementary school.
More than the dark past, I still miss the place where I grew up.
Here, many memories are stored. Here, various kinds of social life I found. And here too, I know the figure of Bagas who is now my life companion. Yeah, it all starts from here.
I pulled the suitcase as I walked through the vast lobby towards the exit. Last afternoon before I left for the airport, Bagas had sent a message if Dani mas would pick me up. And I just need to walk out and wait there.
Once outside, the sky was already completely dark. The lights were on the street quite brightly, and I still hadn't seen Dani's car that he said he wanted to pick up. I lyrics the watch that points at the number six over twenty minutes, then I decided to find a place to stand on the other end while trying to contact Dani mas.
The first call was ignored. Is he driving? Then the second call, the voice of Dani mas was heard replying with a little snapping. “Yes, I'm on the road again. Wait a minute Napa?”
“I wait outside, front exit.”
“Yo. Waiten. Mbencekno.” (*he's been waiting. Bummer.
After almost an hour and more I waited, finally the black Xpander belonging to Dani mas seen. He honked twice and I walked over quickly while pulling a heavy suitcase.
After being beside the body of the car, I opened the back door and put my suitcase into the passenger seat, then walked forward and sat in the side seat of the car.
“You know, home ndadak kayak no other day aja.” sungutnya with an upset face while stepping on the accelerator of the car.
“Mama Bagas asked me to come home. Father also phone Bagas, ask for money.”
Mas Dani clucked.
“Bapak Iki pancet ae.” gerutu no less than me when you know you again ask for money. (*This has not changed. “Terus bojomu nangndi? How do you not care?” (*Where did your husband come to? How can you not get rid of you?
“Repot. Bagas akeh gawean.” (*Busy mas, Bagas is doing a lot of work.
“Yo still ngunu, wife came home yes usherin. Kok dibarin alone and even ngerepotin people.” (*Yes even so.
I'm never surprised by what Dani said, because that's the guy. Not to be repotted.
“Ya sorry, mas.”
After that we had no conversation until my mother's house. Mas Dani stopped by for a while to talk to the father, then went home because his son was a bit fussy.
Now, my mom is with me for dinner. The food I love and miss. For almost five years I rarely ate my mother's cooking. Only when I go back to Surabaya, like this.
Suddenly I came in after Dani came home.
“You talked to Dani?”
I frowned, then remembered something. About that money, right?
“Iya.”
“He ngled to dad not to bother your finances anymore. But how else, you need additional to buy fertilizer.”
I know the direction of this conversation. You are collecting the money given by Bagas to me.
“Ya. Don't be in the dengerin mas Dani nya. Bagas nitipin money to Nadya kok.”
“Mothers you see by the way sir, Ndak need to disturb arek-arek.” (*Mom told you, sir, don't bother the kids.
“Yo is not opo-opo. Nek son nduwe, capable, uripe enough, no problem anyway?” (*Yes it's okay Mom, if the child has, is able, his life is enough, No problem right?. Said the father gave a defense and justification to himself, making the mother shake her head.
“How is Bagas? Healthy right?” Ask mom trying to shift the topic.
“Health. Bagas was busy so he could not come home. He nitip greetings to mom and dad.”
Mother answered him with a do'a for the future of our marriage. And also for me, for this year to be given a child. I am following my mother's sincere do'a despite the little bit of guilt that just suddenly sticks out to the surface.
“You want to go to your in-laws' house too?”
“Iya. Tomorrow.”
“How many days are you here?”
“Saturday back bu.”
“Yes how to Bu, Nadya Monday must work.”
I look hard hearing the truth if I have to come back fast. My mother and I are very close, and she loves me very much.
“If there is another chance, Nadya will definitely go home kok.” said I give understanding so that mother is not too disappointed or sad. “Sama Bagas.”
***
The nuances of the room that I have left for almost five years, still remain the same. Just the scent and some furniture being moved because mom and dad thought it was not necessary anymore, maybe.
Mother said that some time ago Bagas' mother came here for friendship. They talked a lot until the afternoon. And their conversation is also not far from the problem of children. Mother said, her mother Bagas was impatient to have a grandchild, because Bagas was the first child, and Juwi was also not married. So, me and Bagas are their hope.
Remembering that, I remembered Bagas. He is trying to fix our marriage. I try too, though not wholeheartedly. Yeah, just say no wholeheartedly, 'cause there's still Hansel between the two of us. And I, can't end my relationship with Hansel so easily. She insisted on staying with me, and then I agreed with a ridiculous cliche that should have stopped everything if I had been firm.
Staring at the ceiling of the room, I remember one day when I was in despair, Bagas gave me a desperate zeal for me to keep fighting.
At that time, it was still High School and we were friends.
There I am, you don't have to worry Nad.
Bagas said it was in the park that we always used to meet. A place that holds so many memories of us as teenagers. A place where we always exchange information be it happy or vice versa.
Ah, I want to reminisce there before returning to Jakarta. I want to recall a moment that I cannot repeat in my life.
Bagas never changes. He always knew when I tried to hide my fatigue and grievance for myself. He suddenly came and was like a clairvoyant who could read the minds of others just by looking at the eyes.
Until now, Bagas was a sensitive person to anything I was going through, except for one thing that was shackling me right now. The thing I'm hiding neatly, and she doesn't know at all what's going on between me and Hansel. Or is he just pretending not to know?
Oh my God!!
I shut my mouth when I realized it now. Don't-don't Bagas just try to keep quiet so we stay okay?
I panicked and called Letto instantly. And not waiting for long, Letto's voice sounded across. “What's up? He said again in Surabaya?”
“Iya. Emm...Bagas at your place?”
“Why?”
“What's wrong?”
“There. Free coffee again. Don't pay him.”
Ouh SHI*ttt!
My panic and worry suddenly disappeared when Letto asked to turn my call into a video Call.
There is a sense of relief that is so free, just let go when you know and see Bagas sitting at one of the cafe tables while busy staring at his laptop.
“Two also request free WIFI BTW.”
“You are a great calculation huh? Your friend was.” kelakarku who responded decakan from Letto's side.
Letto's cell phone camera suddenly changed to highlight the ceiling of the cafe. He seemed to be walking to a place that was quite boisterous by the sound of chatter that mutually agreed. Then,
“Nih! Wife Lo kangen.”
Bagas' face appeared on my phone screen. Letto gave his phone to Bagas. My face was red with embarrassment. And Bagas looks so handsome with his black polo shirt and his side hair neatly laid out. A smile emerged from his lips.
“Why Nad? Sorry, my cell phone battery ran out and I charged at home. Keep rushing here because Letto said there is free coffee.”
Looks like Letto went to Bagas, because there was no protest.
“Usaha Letto can go bankrupt if all of them macem you.”
Bagas laughed wide.
“Letto said you miss me. Really?”
“Hoax.”
Bagas' laughter grew louder, attracting the attention of some visitors behind him.
“You, do something again?” ask me to know.
“Eum. There's something I have to report to the boss tomorrow morning. And the report of the children just came in this afternoon. So, want to not want this malem overtime nugas.”
I chuckled a little because I remembered Bagas' persistence at work. Usually, if it is like this, he will forget time, forget to eat, or even forget to sleep.
“Don't forget to eat,”
“Udah.” legitimately steady. The tumben?
“Usahain break. Don't let it not sleep. I am not in Jakarta. If you catch a cold there is no kerokin.”
Bagas is a lover of fish spines on his back. Not without real reason. If his condition had dropped because of work, he easily caught wind and I became his dredger.
“Iya, yes dear. Bobo gih. Already malem. The phone will be tomorrow.”
“Eumm.”
“Beautiful dreams yes my dear..”
I shuddered amusedly with the romantic attitude made-up by Bagas.
“Masa can not say that to his wife?”
“Iya. Yes.”
“Miss you so bad.”
“Gas, don't overdo it. We have not been separated 24 hours, you know.”
“Yaudah, drug.”
“Dah..”.
After contacting Bagas I went to bed. Surprisingly, I feel calmer now. My sleep was also good despite sometimes being surprised by the sound of cell phone notifications that I ignored due to drowsiness.
And in the morning, when the sound of knocking on the door made mother managed to wake me up. The first thing I saw was a cell phone. There are several WhatsApp message notifications, E-mails, and some missed calls.
After opening in order, my thumb moved hesitantly when it was about to press the name of Hansel who was also there. There were five messages from him. Two of them he sent this morning, exactly fifteen minutes ago. Looking at the contents of the message sent by Hansel, the eyes that had not been fully opened, were now patterned until they almost rolled out of place. How not? The contents of the message turned out to be about him who was on his way to Surabaya.
Mr. Hansel: OTW Surabaya. See you
Mr Hansel: Pap!
He also sent a photo of the exact seat he would occupy on the plane.
Maddened. Hansel was really crazy for being desperate to catch up with me to Surabaya. What exactly is he doing, anyway? Undergoing the role of being a loyal and caring affair?
Oh God.
I'm going crazy right now.[]
^^^to be continue.^^^
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Something to tell, to,
Nadia?
Or Bagas?
Or even, Hansel?
time and place are welcome. 😊🤭
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