What's up Selena ?

Chapter 10: The Plan

“I've read the list of friends in this book, so where do you want us to start?” Damar showed me my black book which he held for 2 weeks.

“I leave you two together Deh” said I as I raised both my hands.

“Wait a minute yah” Kayla goes to the back carrying a pen and a small notebook that looks like new.

“Create what this book Kay” asks.

“For sister” Kayla gave it to me.

“So what we sell now is...” Damar stopped his sentence, his eyes were fixed on mbok Ros who had been watching us.

“Mbok here” I said call mbok Ros. Mbok Ros looks awkward approaching us.

“Mbok want to say the same mama yah?” Kayla who narrowed her eyes towards Mbok Ros.

“Mbok help us well, this time only I beg” said I begged.

“Mbok will not say the same ibuk non, mbok promise non, mbok also want to help non Selena to recover quickly, although mbok actually prefers non who now more talk and meksipun look sad non still able to laugh with who aja” said mbok Ros looking at me. I don't know what I really am but I wish that if I knew it I would still make them all happy.

“So we continue again?” Damar.

“Okeh” I nodded my head.

“I have seven people who you consider my first friend, then the second Lita Kurnia, the third Ranty Almira, the fourth Agus Revaldo, the fifth Rachel Harianto, the sixth Rolando Harianto, and the seventh Mila” said Damar. Ros and I listened to Damar seriously without interrupting what was said, while Kayla recorded what Damar said.

“Six people mentioned earlier I know the person because they have been invited to the house and I also remember because only those who have been invited to the house, except one person” said Kayla.

“Who Kay?” my many.

“Mila” says Kayla.

“In this book there is no information about mila only there is the name and writing of MILA SI FRIEND GHANDI” said Damar asserted.

“Try me see?” I picked up the Black Book, but I didn't see Mila's name, only up to six friends.

“No” I said saw Damar.

“On the back second page” Damar showed it to me.

“Why is it written on the back well?” ask Kayla curious.

“Kakak also don't know Kay” I said.

“Udah about Mila we skip first, hopefully with some people already can help you” Damar close the page about Mila.

“So where do you want to start?” ask Kayla.

“Before we meet them, I want you all to tell me my habits first, I want to try to live the day like I used to” said I.

“For that Kayla brought this book, so you can use it to take note okeh” Kayla smiled at me.

“Starting from Mbok and Kayla, cobak explain the habits that I often sell at home because you are the people who most often see me kan” I said.

“You want to be at home or at school just as much as you” said Damar took my book, he then recorded all the habits he knew about me.

“Wah mas Damar is indeed a candidate..” I shut Kayla's mouth with my hand. I was afraid that his fantasies about me and Damar would create awkwardness and distance between us.

“There's flies...” I said squint at Kayla. Kayla smiled looking at me and Damar. Damar smiled and looked at us.

“By a little mbok nambahin written by mas Damar?” ask mbok Ros slowly.

“Bby mbok, what about things I don't know about Selena” Damar give a notebook to mbok Ros.

Mbok Ros wrote in the book and gave it to Damar. Damar who read it with focus and then looked at me.

“Three days will be my habit, starting with...” I was surprised when I saw the first coin that is wake up at two in the morning and read a poem.

“Kakak surprised well..” Kayla teased me while laughing.

“You guys know me well?” I asked with a pouting face.

“No, even you want someone to hear you read poetry at that hour” said Damar convincingly.

“Ia non, in the past mbok was also often non-awakening to listen to non-read poems if Ibuk, Kayla or mas Ghandi did not want to be heard non” mbok Ros smiled.

“What kind of ritual is this” I shake my head, Kayla just keeps laughing at me, even mbok Ros too.

“Yaudah, you understand it first, then you sell it, if for example you can't just say, many ways anyway let your memory recover again” Damar stroked my head, suddenly my face immediately reddened, Kayla who was laughing from earlier turned into a jail smile to tease me.

“Asaan the hell you” I lowered Damar's hand from my head.

“I went back first well, I want to meet the client first, so if there is anything contact me aja yah” Damar left us, as well as mbok Ros who continued his work cleaning the house.

“Kay, it's a poem I made or can read people's poems ?” I asked Kayla who was busy looking at my friend's list blackbook.

“Aduh sis, taken casually, brother is free to make his own or not, besides the poetry of kak Selena is also good” said Kayla who is still focused on the black book.

“I can write poetry too?” I was surprised to hear Kayla. I can't believe I turned out to be a multi-talented person when it comes to writing.

“Yuk here come with me” Kayla invites me to the top floor of my house, which is on the third floor. Ever since I realized from the coma I have never been up, because my mother always forbid me and I was not too curious about the room.

“What room is this Kay?” manya curious. This room looks very neat, so many paintings in it, this room is like an artist's gallery, in addition to paintings, in a corner in this room full of books arranged like a mini-library, neat and pretty.

“This book of her poems” Kayla gave a book to me. I opened the book and on the front page was written a writing of SELENA POEMs.

“Have me?” my many.

“Ia” Kayla nods her head.

“You haven't answered my question, what room is this?” ask again.

“This is the room where Selena and Ghandi's brother when he was at home, and mas Damar also used to come here often, I haven't been here in a long time, last before the accident” said Kayla who observed this room with a sad face.

“Mbok Ros works well Kay, this room is still neat and clean” This room is really neat and very clean, I know that this room is well cared for.

“Not mbok Ros, but mama who every day clean this ruanan” said Kayla who was standing in front of a locked door.

“This what door?” ask me curious.

“This is the safe door, and the key is mama” Kayla staring sadly at the door.

“Kay” I hold Kayla's shoulder, hope she is not sad anymore.

***

“Dam, I've read my habits that you write, too strange not Dam, starting from reading poetry at two in the morning, always bring cat food when I do not care for your cat, you know, drawing every want to sleep, every day write in the journal and many others” I said. Damar today invited me to eat meatballs that he said I had eaten meatballs here only once and this is the second time.

“Just one thing that made me strange at first, but it has become the same habit I also that you read poetry every two o'clock in the morning” said Damar laughing.

“Do you know anyway, I told ya or Ghandi who told you?” ask me curious.

“Because I include your loyal listener” Damar looks at me seriously.

 

 

--***--Flashback Damar--***-----

Damar was watching Selena write poetry in her book, although there are no teachers and lessons are empty today, but Selena can still use her time to write.

“Who are you writing poetry for? make Ghandi?” ask Damar.

“He made Ghandi” Selena said without seeing Damar whose only view was to Selena.

“You sometimes make me too, we are friends” said Damar with a pleading tone. Selena looked at Damar and then nodded her head as a sign of agreement.

“Whose poem do you like?” ask Selena.

“I love his poem Ghandi” Damar said in a joking tone and laughed seductively at Selena.

“I also like most of his poetry Ghandi” Selena the human who is most difficult to be invited to joke with Damar, even the joking intent of Damar is taken seriously by him.

“Nantik, I told Ghandi to do a poem for me too” said Damar who still with his singing tone.

The break bell rang, Selena then took her provisions out of her bag. Selena never once wanted to eat in the cafeteria, she preferred to bring supplies, because Selena did not like in crowded places because it would make her very scared, plus the students who will eat in the cafeteria will look anarchic when just out of class.

“I go to the cafeteria first well, you are here only, I just briefly” said Damar who today had to extra guard Selena because Ghandi today did not go to school because of Illness. Selena nodded her head.

Damar and Selena though look not so close, but Selena already considers Damar her second guard after Ghandi. Selena is no longer shy about asking for help with Damar or even talking to Damar even though it is not as often as meeting with Ghandi.

“Dam, can I ask for help?” ask Selena.

“What?” Damar saw Selena's serious face staring at him.

“You will be at two in the morning, if I get up well, because Ghandi is sick again, mama, Kayla, mbok Ros, mr. Rusdi would look for reasons not want” Selena looked at Damar seriously. Damar was confused by Selena's request, for what he was on the phone at two in the morning, while sometimes if he went to play PS booth could be three or four in the morning just slept. But Damar could not bear to refuse Selena finally she nodded her head as a sign that she agreed.

---***---

 

 

“So I'm actually your phone, two o'clock in the morning?” I laughed at Damar who told me how surprised he was, when I asked him to pick up my phone at two in the morning.

“You used to be Ghandi's subscription, so if Ghandi can't be your mama, Kayla or mbok Ros and even you've mint Mr. Rusdi too, but because I want to hear you, so I'm the same Ghandi lapse-along dariin you read poetry” Damar explained while laughing.

“So you remember what my poem is?” manya curious.

“I only remember one, the first poem you read for me, and you made for me” Damar smiled at me.

“Bacain dong, ayoooo”.

“I am not Ghandi the poet, I am ashamed Damar said.

“Ayoo dong Dam, where know with you bacain the poem, my memory so back again” I said forcefully.

“Alright, Selena's work for Damar titled Malam” Damar began to read out his poetry.

--***--- Night --***------

Today I thought it was a night as usual, apparently not

Today I thought there was only one star, apparently not

Yesterday he came, becoming the second star

Yesterday he came, shining brightly

Without further ado, always greet the moon

Without further ado, always guard the moon

In the evening, she became my second star

And I call him my friend

---***---

 

“Excellent poem” Damar staring at me.

“True, very beautiful poem for my friend” I saw Damar with a smile.

“So you're sure you want to read poetry at two in the morning” Damar teases me.

“You who became Ghandi's replacement for a while listen to my poem at two in the morning yah” said I.

“Okelah” Damar nodded.

“Dam, before we go looking for my friend list, how about we find out about Ghandi first, I would like to know more about him Dam” I said begging.

“Baiklah” said Damar.

“Oh yes, you really want to hear my poem at two in the morning, if Ghandi maybe I can understand the reason, but if you?” manya curious.

Damar just smiled at me without giving any answer.