Wrap-up
21. Dealing with Phytria
On Saturday afternoon, after performing the Ashar prayer, I unraveled the eternal thoughts by leaning on my living room chair. A cup of hot coffee made by Mrs Kos I poured it into a limp before sipping it.
The Sampoerna Mild cigarette next to the coffee cup I took one stick and then the kulut, then I sucked deeply. The smoke came round from my lips, resembling the letter O. It feels like there is a special pleasure when enjoying a cigarette in this way, as well as representing my heart which is again zonk.
While in front of me, Candra was sitting back and reading the recently purchased Neitzsche Moral Genealogy. Candra is a student majoring in informatics who has been interested in philosophy since I knew her. It's semester 5. He just moved to my boarding house because it took my mind.
I was reluctant to open a conversation with him. I let my mind drift by itself following the round puff of cigarette smoke in the living room, until it was blown by the afternoon breeze and vanished somewhere.
Hemm ... long ago I left the obligatory prayer, just now I prayed ashar solemnly after a long time I left. It feels like there is a new comfort in the wheezing feeling in the chest cavity, even if it is only for a moment.
In addition, I also rarely communicate intensely with friends of campus activists, to just discuss lightly or hang out in coffee shops. It's not like before, now my time is more drifting into a pack relationship ******* with Rosa.
Without notice, a pack of ****** from Rosa has misled my way of life in the dense wilderness and without a compass. A pack of ****** from Rosa has brought her curse of nature so that the problems I face are so strange and increasingly keep me from the luck of life.
The research proposals and activities of my agency that I sent to the donors were never a response. It is said that the issue he carried has turned to other issues, and Indonesia is not a destination country that is prioritized to get donations.
As a result, my agency that hangs on foreign donors became malnourished. Friends of activists who took shelter in my institution also became timburat looking for the safety of their lives.
While the land fighters I accompanied around the disputed land, now fighting for influence. The characters are at odds with each other. They split into two camps. Each of the camps is fighting for the most right and the most right. I don't know what they want. I have warned repeatedly, but still flinch with each other's ego.
Even if they are like that, the struggle will be easily destroyed by the company. Moreover, the plantation company is currently organizing a counter force to worsen the opinion of the land struggle in Jember.
“So how do we face Pak Saro's stone who claims to be the truest, Mas Gio?” mr. Parman said at the time.
“Yes must unite, Mr. Parman! Each camp don't be win-win, sir!”
“We've done, Mas Gio. But her suspicion of us is huge, Mom! We hope Mas Gio intervenes. The solution is in your hands, Mas!”
“What about the Director of the Plantation, sir?”
“Ya ... The, Mas! Looks like this reclaiming plan will fail if there is no Mas Gio. Come on ..., Mas Gio when can I get down here?”
Not only inflicted with the problems of the struggle of the land, the hope of my father and mother in the village also increasingly suffocating my mind space. They urged me to graduate quickly. The reason is, my friends in my hometown who are college have graduated, and they have many households. My parents didn't know that my current status at the College was DO. And I'm in the middle of looking for a private college that can graduate me without regular college.
Plaak .. The hard slap of Rosa's hand still ringing tucked in the pile of my troubles. Even though the pain in the cheek had disappeared, it remained in my memory room. Though our quarrel has been resolved with happy ending on the bed ...?
It seems like our love relationship has turned into a love relationship that oppresses each other and strengthens each other. A relationship of two people that hurts each other; jealousy is reciprocated by higher jealousy, heartache is countered by the most painful heartache, and so on.
It seems, Rosa is not satisfied if I do not become a submissive and have been revealed. Then not only enough slapped, to 2 pieces of my ATM was also held hostage. The reason is so that I can submit and obey him.
Hufft ... I don't know .. where will this kind of relationship take you?
If I break up with him, as I did .. he threatens suicide. But if I do not leave, I am like a prey trapped in a spider web, just waiting for my death.
Let ... I just flow where this relationship is going. Hopefully Rosa's words are true, that her father is interested in having a daughter-in-law like me. Hopefully ... Let me get married to her soon, and my soap opera drama is over.
Ups ... a cigarette stuck in my finger does not feel like it has stayed on its butt alone., I immediately sucked the rest, smoke I threw up to Candra, finally she glanced at me and grinned.
"He he ... My teacher's upset, huh?" candra said. He was happy because I began to notice him even through the greeting of my cigarette smoke.
The Candra talks to me every four eyes, always calling me Teacher. To him I was the teacher of his mind. And he felt like an intelligent human being after getting to know me. Therefore, he was willing to follow me in my place, he said so he could gain my knowledge every day.
“ So you know, Ndra” kilahku while sneering at him.
“Yes, tofu donk, Master. Kan I've been taught with Guru .. ‘read the illegible’!” responsiveness.
The unreadable reading sentence that I once said to him, has now been used as Candra's amulet.
“What are you .. ‘read the illegible’ from me, Ndra?”
“Teacher thinks of Rosa again, right? Yes ... right? Hahaha .. kapok kowe!” he continued to meledekku tucking Javanese sentences rigidly.
“Halaah .. kindly know you! Origin of reading, you ..!” I tried to brush it off with a flick of lips so I couldn't believe it, but the guess was right. But he knows where, huh?
“Not knowing, Teacher! When it comes to teachers thinking of Rosa, there is no need to use Nietzsche's philosophy. Just wear my right-left ear.”
“Hoho, megaya! Yeah, that means your ears are hearing wrong. I'm the same as Rosa, it's indeed familiar Ndra! Before you spend here, I was already friends with him.”
Hearing the word, Rosa my close friend, Candra quickly fulfilled it, “ TTM ... friend but friendly, right Guru?” meledek.
“BTW ... Whose ears do you hear from?” manya curious. How do you know my relationship with Rosa the Candra?
“Yes, it's public secret, Guru!”
“General secrets, how?”
“Ya despite category rumors, anyway. Just said the chairman of our newly appointed extra organization, the Faisal ... said so!”
“Say how, dia?”
“Yes if Master is now busy dealing with Rosa. And Master should not be used as a role model for friends. That's what he said.”
Deg ..“Cook Faisal said so?”
“Iya ... ! It was me, Yoyo, Wibi, and Danis, too, kok.”
“Yes, it is not true that he .. I have nothing to do with Rosa, Ndra!”
“Yach ... If it's true, then why? Wong Rosa was only her boyfriend Ilham. Aristitoles ... As long as the yellow janur has not curved, anyone has the right to look!”
“Ngawur ... That's not a word from Aristitoles, but he said the Javanese you've been playing with.”
“Hahaha. Love me, do it! Yes ... because Master already knows, try my friends who are in the village, surely they just believe I said from Aristitoles ..!” it was as if he had become the smartest young man in his village. He is from a remote area in North Sulawesi.
“As of you, lah!” my reply doesn't care about the reason.
My mind was still jolted with the words of the Candra earlier, that my relationship with Rosa had become the general secret of my friends.
A moment later Candra interrupted, “Iya, it is up to me, donk!. But if the matter is .. up to Master, lah.”
“What's the problem, Ndra ..?” my many.
“This Moral Genealogy book. Here it says, ‘human prefers to want nothingness rather than not want at all’. What does this mean, guru?” ask him while pointing to the contents of the book Moral Geanology Friedrich Nietzsche who has read earlier, the original title ‘the bird of tragedy and the geanology of morals.
“Emboh ... Don't know me, Ndra!”
“Ah, it is impossible that Master does not know. Come on ... please! I moved here, right in order to get enlightenment from my Master!”
“ ... “ I shake my head.
“Come on, I'll buy you a meal tonight, How about?”
“Yes, if you want enlightenment .. Now buy me a Sampoerna cigarette first, lah!” I saw the contents of the Samparpoern cigarette I had two sticks left.
“Hai kisaak ... Science is expensive, so quickly buy your teacher a cigarette!”
“All right my cursed Master...!"
Finally he was forced to step foot into the store next door to buy Sampoerna cigarettes. I really don't hold money. Want to call Rosa to take money to the ATM it feels very lazy.
Shortly thereafter, Candra arrives with a pack of Sampoerna cigarettes. “This is my teacher. But I'm joining, yo?” he said he put the cigarettes he bought on the table.
“What did you ask about, earlier?”
“Wadooh ... Kauw this really is Teacher Daze”
“ Hehe .. try to read again the text.”
“OK, here it is said .. ‘human prefers ... wants nothing ... than to not want at all’ ..” he said while reading Nietzsche's famous sentence.
“Oh ... sentence begiitu ..”
“Iya keep what does it mean, Guru? What is the explanation, my Master?”
“Outdata. The book you're holding is just bought. You are a bad student. I haven't read it, you read it first. So..?”
“Iya keep what?” ask him curious.
“Yes, since I haven't read the book, then I don't understand the contents of the book, Ndra!”
“Wadooh! .. cheated on a pack of cigarettes I'm the same teacher who did this! Oohaha ... ”
I laughed too, comforted by Candra.
Not long after, Candra opened her chatter again. “Oh yes, it will be Sunday night, Guru ... We're playing to Fitria's boarding house, yuk! Coincidentally yesterday he sent greetings to Mas Gio's brother. Hehe .. since I am familiar with this Master, I can know the beautiful Mothers in Jember.”
“Iya come! Instead of thinking about Nietzsche's book of moral geneanology, right?”
“But ..it's the teacher's PR, yes!. Later you finish reading the book, keep explaining it to me.”
Without telling, Candra pulled out her HP from her pocket and called Fitria. “Hallo, Ms. Fitria ... I'm with Mas Gio later that night, yes? ... Yes ... Clock seven.”
I don't think it's a problem, play at Fitria's place, anyway with Candra to get there. Lagian Rosa must be having a Sunday night with Inspiration. Cook just rame-rames to his costar Fitria, he'll be mad again?
Before seven o'clock, I saw that Candra had taken out my Vespaku. He was so excited to enjoy a Sunday night with me to his room at Fitria. “Come Master, depart!”
Arriving at the Cost of Fitria, Vespa motorbike in his parking lot on the outskirts of the main road. Then the Candra before me entered the courtyard of the princess, and called out the name of Fitria in a loud voice. “Mbak Fitria ...!!!"
Soon the Fitria he called looked up from his room, then he went in again and came out to us while carrying a draft of his script.
Wow ... The appearance of Phitria this time is not as usual. My eyes were fascinated by her feminist and seductive appearance. My blood starts to whistle. Really Rosa lost beautiful when Fitria is dressing feminist ala Syahrini this.
Usually he looks tomboyish, on campus he wears jeans, long-sleeved checkered shirt. Moreover, fitting he beorasi holding a mega phone, very haunted. No guy would dare to make him his girlfriend.
"Come on, Mas Gio, we're sitting there!" he said he invited me by pointing at the long chair in the corner of the reception room.
"Oh well only Mas Gio invited with Ms. Fitria, this!" candra Goda.
"Hehe .. Yes you too, come on!" replied Fitria with a smile that was so sweet.
"Joking, really. I still want to buy rice first, really. Master and Ms. Fitria what default message, huh?"
"I'm a chicken, Ndra!" my answer.
"Bak Fitria, what?" ask Candra.
"Just like Mas Gio, bye!" reply Fitria.
Then Candra passed to Vespaku's motorbike, then took him away.
In his hometown Candra is a rich man's son. That time every month he was transferred 3 million money from his parents. Since I studied philosophy, his penanpilan changed and his hair was left elongated in disarray.
My presence was made an opportunity by Fitria to ask a few things for the deepening of her script. "For the case of land in Panti sub-district using which theoretical approach, Mas?"
"Try the theory in Afrizal's book. There is a lobying strategy. The pass was to pick up the struggle of the land in the Panti."
Fitria listened to me carefully. He moved closer beside me. So that the tone of my voice can be heard clearly to his ears. At first glance the calf is so white and smooth.
Before Candra arrived to buy wrapped rice, I had a long discussion about the script. While some of his boarding friends Fitria looks friendly with his girlfriend not far from our seats. This kind of scenery is common in the place of princess boarding.
When I was about to hold the paper in the hand of Fitria, accidentally my hand touched his fingers. Fitria. Then he looked at me with a smile, and then he was embarrassed. Without another thought, the touch of my hand turned to squeeze his fingers.
Fitria just looked down, she was so nervous but willing. There was a warm stream as his hand returned my squeeze.
Somehow I am now a brave man squeezing first the sensitive hands of this beautiful woman in front of me. Maybe it was because I had been taught by Rosa that I had set aside my morals for Fitria. Or because I take the figure of Fitria lightly, so that not one worry at all he will refuse the touch of my hand.
And as if there were magnets pulling each other, our faces were very slowly close together.
And ... There is no other desire in me than to stumble at her sensual lips.
When my lips were about to kiss his lips, suddenly the sound of Vespaku's exhaust sounded. "Bang .. Tongs .. Tong .."
Candra has come with 3 packs of rice lalapan. At once we jumped, then shifted to each other and returned to sitting as far away as before.
"Teacher ... Teacher ... Come here first!" call me while waving my hand. He stays on the Vespaku bike.
I approached him too. "What's up, Ndra?"
"At the last stall, I met Rosa. Where is the Master, why was Vespanya taken me?" Candra said in a soft voice to make Fitria inaudible.
"Where do you keep answering?" the tanyaku was was.
"Yes I said being alone with Fitria, it is.." he replied lightly without burden.
"Wadooh ..your language is in tandem, Ndra!" I regretted patting the jidat.
"That's my answer, Teacher. We were all three of us just like me. After I just bought rice, yeah stay alone, right? Same teacher as Mommy Fitria!"
"Yes right, already. You are my smartest student." I'm thinking, wah . there could be this third world war with Rosa again.
"Teacher .. when I said that .. Rosa's face seemed jealous.. Ahaha! kapok kowe, Master!" candra concluded with her laugh without feeling the slightest guilt.
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