Always Gonna Be You
PROLOGUES

Rendra

The gaze of the young lady behind the check-in counter was clearly on her, even since she was still in the back row of the queue.

Now that it was only 3 meters away, the young lady's hand gave the code by pointing at something she was holding.

"Bang!" calling him with the index finger makes a gesture asking, even though there are still three other prospective passengers queuing in front of him.

He also handed over the ID card while lifting the phone screen that shows the e-ticket. The tightness of the queue is definitely the main reason the officers behind this check in counter to work as effectively and efficiently as possible.

But there was a slight awkwardness, when the two people in front of him got a lightning examination, the young woman was still checking her ID.

Now, after the person in front of him passed, the woman then returned the ID card and gave the boarding pass while smiling meaningfully.

"Well remember I didn't, Bang?"

The trap-filled question made him think hard right away. Who yeah? College boy? A sekre? A BEM? Manjoadjur Client? An ex? The fans?

"Who is it?" he still has not found an answer. His brain suddenly dead.

"The time in Pitaloka, the room next to Frida."

He is still trying to remember. Pitaloka is so yesteryear.

"Keisha," said the woman, holding a smile. "Can't you forget?"

"Oh yes, Keisha," he laughed while still trying to remember which one was named Keisha. Although often come to Pitaloka, but he never knew the inhabitants one by one.

"Have you any news, Bang? Long time no see."

He laughed. "Good.good. Here now?" ask him pleasantries.

Keisha nodded. "Udah insyaf Bang, want a real job."

He was shaking while giving a thumbs up.

"Mudik then?" Keisha glanced at the destination listed on his boarding pass.

"Look at the parents for a moment" he replied with a chuckle.

Keisha still wanted to ask, but because the queue at the back began to get agitated, making Keisha immediately end the reunion session of fellow former residents and permanent visitors of Pitaloka.

"Yuk, Sha," he waved his familiar hand.

Keisha smiled nodding while continuing his duties. But still get sprayed too, "Mba if the work is real dong, do not talk!" grumbling a mother while handing over an identity card and e-ticket, seemed annoyed because the queue had experienced a delay when they were chatting just now.

"Sorry mother," she still heard Keisha trying to apologize.

Before walking in the right direction. Then headed across the entrance of the waiting room, the executive lounge. He also handed the access coupon to CS who was waiting at the reception desk.

"Please," said CS is full of standard hospitality.

He just smiled nodding.

This afternoon the lounge was quite crowded, the middle and right sides were filled with people. He chose to walk to the left side. Then sit down on the red sofa, looking at the wide glass window surrounding the left side of the lounge, displaying a view of the runway.

He saw the right wrist, at 12:45, there were still 30 minutes left before boarding. Then choose to open the phone, check the incoming email, answer some important messages, that's when the alarm of his phone vibrates, remind him of something.

"Hello, Put? Cave orders sorted out?"

"Big, Bang. It was sent earlier. I checked the richek."

"Ok," he smiled. "Make it safe next? This week's schedule is tight, the cave can't be scuffed often."

"Faith, Bang. I'll send you every progress."

"Proactive to Put. Don't wait for the cave."

"Ready, Bang, ready."

"Suwun Put."

"Masama Bang."

She smiled at the gentle face of someone she had not seen for three months. The one he will never forget.

***

Orchids

The bus, which he was riding with 29 KKN unit friends, Field Supervisory Lecturers, and some rectorate staff who took part in picking up at the airport, had passed Fly Over Janti, in heavy morning traffic. The bus continued to split Jl. Laksda Adisucipto is no less dense.

He saw some friends sleeping soundly with their mouths half open, leaning against the window of the bus or chair, so tired through the journey home from Talaud to Jogja which took almost 4 days of travel.

All would want to go straight home to the hostel or their respective homes, then throw themselves on the mattress, ready to make up for the drowsiness and fatigue on the island of Kapok.

But there is still one more event that they must follow, namely the re-acceptance ceremony of KKN students in the Balairung yard. Only after that can they rest.

Didn't feel the bus had entered the boulevard, drove split Jl. Pancasila, passing through a GSD field filled with new students is conducting a clean Ospek gladi.

"Indonesia

Red my blood, white my bones

Unite in your spirit

Indonesia

My heart thump, shakes my pulse

Blending in your dreams

The orange rainbow"

(Gombloh, Kebyar-kyar).

The sound of the choir of thousands of maba guided by the Ospek committee was able to penetrate into the bus space they were riding. Makes some people wake up shocked, "Wih, uwis press to (wih, has it arrived?)?"

Some even stood up to be able to see the situation of the field more clearly. He who sits on the right side of the bus does not have to stand, just put his eyes well can record the overall atmosphere of the field.

Seen thousands of maba who are so enthusiastic about practicing songs and anthem, the heat of the sun does not hinder the joy of their faces.

Then hundreds of Ospek committee members who go back and forth to make sure the clean gladi runs according to the event rundown. Not to forget the roar of warplanes and dozens of paratroopers decorating the sky of the field.

Tanpa sadar ia tersenyum melihat semua pemandangan yang terekam dari balik kaca jendela bus. Ternyata satu tahun telah berlalu, rasanya seperti baru kemarin.

"Wear the hat, pass out."

The death sentence is now back. Make him blush.

While the bus continues to drive off the field full of stories. Makes him think, whether among the hundreds of organizers there are those who fared the same as him last year. Meet the most unexpected people. Who managed to turn his peaceful safe life into an unrelenting somersault.

After the ceremony, a photo together, chatting about the format and time of collecting the KKN report, a little meal, finally he can get to the gate of Raudhah.

The atmosphere was quiet because the residents left the village for the semester holiday, there was only Nila and Ira who were busy washing KKN luggage.

Nila and Ira who chose KKN in Banyuwangi area, have been home since a week ago. But until now it has not been finished. Well, my dear how long will it take for some? Hmmmm.

"Well, Nggi, you're very thin" Ira commented as soon as she saw it. "It's again."

He laughed.

"What is so far away from the village?" Nila was curious. "Say the Mika must get on the ship again."

"Four days of travel" he said, putting a backpack on the floor to unlock the room door.

"Well, steady!" Ira's shaking head. "If I could make it yes."

"But exciting, Ir. A truly unforgettable experience."

"certainly anyway. Gavin is often quite apdet status sosmed. When viewed from the content is exciting too."

"Gavin coordinator, often goes to the city. If we enjoy enough of the signal that laps lep once every three days," he laughed considering how difficult the signal there was. Makes Papah Mamah worried because he often can not contact her.

"Mission.pakeeeet." the sound of shouting made the three of them turn towards the door. Make him immediately move forward, because he is the one who stands closest to the door.

"Anggi MBA?" ask Mas Ojol as soon as he opens the door.

"Yes?"

"It's a delivery," while handing over a bouquet of fresh red roses and a paperbag.

"Make me?" he cringed. Who is the wrong person to send.

"Yes, right," Mas Ojol was confused. "Mba Anggi, Rahayu Anggiantisa right?" even back to asking.

"Yes that's my name."

"Please accept Mba," Mas Ojol again issued two items. He had no choice but to accept it while thanking her.

While walking towards the room, he was still wondering who the wrong person was sending. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a piece of greeting paper hidden behind the flower petals.

'Welcome home, Sweetie.'

- Ur biggest fan no. 1、R-

"Aggiantisa Bay....Will you marry me?"

He, who was more experienced in dealing with the sepik, could only smile groggy while removing the ring that had been pinned to his ring finger.

"Why removable?" Rendra.

He tried to smile calmly, but his heart was terrified. Afraid of making a wrong decision.

He had to gulp before saying, "I want to obey my parents. Papah said, we just wait until I graduate," while holding the sparkling ring in Rendra's hand.

He ventured to look at the increasingly wrinkled Rendra, "There are many important things that I have to do. Next week has departed KKN, abis KKN must be internal, continue the thesis. I need space to concentrate."

"You have a lot of work too. Many plans are not yet in place. A lot...."

Rendra grabbed both of her hands in a warm grasp while smiling gently, "Whatever you want. It's gonna be you. Always you."

It first smells the roses before placing them in a tall square that has been filled with water from the dispenser. Then put it on the study table.

After that he switched to opening a paper bag, which turned out to contain a box of almond donuts, a lunch box with a healthy catering logo, and two cans of Bear Brand, one of which was affixed post it yellow,

'Stay healthy, I'm still here.'

- R-R

He smiled as he looked at a small glass box located on a bookshelf, containing a ring of dried and blackened teak grass.

A week later while he was still busy working on the KKN report, there was no wind there was no rain suddenly Rendra was standing on the terrace of Raudhah complete with a slanted smile.

Almost 5 minutes long they just silently stared at each place while looking at each other holding a smile.

"How i miss you.." Rendra first voiced out, as her hand was raised up putting on a gesture of wanting to hug.

He who was also still smiling took a step back while shaking his head.

Making Rendra frown, "Come on," as his eyes glanced into the boarding. "There is no Salsa, right? I'm safe, "this time with a seductive smile.

But he still shakes.

"Who's the chief of his tribe now?" Rendra. "Where is Salsa? Hugs are not mass...."

While still smiling he hurriedly sat himself down to the terrace chair. Making Rendra pretend to put on an annoyed face, but then follow his steps sitting on the terrace.

"You're such a hobby to torture me," Rendra grumbled, but while looking at him gently. Then I said seriously, "From tomorrow every day I send catering, no debate."

"Why?" this time he could not help laughing. "I'm so skinny, right? Home KKN so skinny trus item."

Rendra nodded seriously. "Not because of that" then smiled meaningfully.

"According to the article I read, pregnancy preparation is ideally done 6-12 months in advance. Well, from now on you must eat nutritious food to prepare the mother...."

"Gee!" he hurriedly sneered while shrinking. Makes Rendra chuckle.

"We must be maximally prepared for the future. Proker Hima aja seduced desperately to be willing to stay up late not sleeping. Until the same fight a different friend vision. While....."

"Yes.iya." he hastily cut off Rendra's sentence before getting agitated. "But you know what is more important in preparing for the birth of a child?"

"What?" rendra's eyes rounded enthusiastically.

"Choosing the right father for the child" he replied steadily, with a smile.

This time it was Rendra who said, "Wow, I'm the one who got hit," then scratched his head.

"Yes son, yes son, from now on Papi will lead a healthy lifestyle. For the sake of you what the hell is not, "lorn Rendra, make them finally laugh together.

But the most surprising thing about Rendra's arrival this afternoon is, he brought a bundle of paper that has been neatly licked contains, he said,

"This what?" he frowned reading the writing on the front page, Prenuptial Agreement. Whats?

"Don't get mad," Rendra looked at him seriously. "It's just my maximum effort to protect you."

"Please read it carefully. If anyone can't call me, we'll discuss."

"If you want something added, just write there, scribbles using a pen are not papa, later if we have fixed it for a new one."

"You..," he was suddenly gloomy. What the fuck Rendra until making a pre-marital agreement all.

Rendra leaned in and grabbed her hand gently, "I love you so much, the hardest girl to get. You have to wake up first" while laughing.

"I do not want to hurt you now. But, learning from yesterday's case, with my past..yah..so..we do not know what the future will be like," Rendra sighed.

"This is one way to protect you. I hope you'll understand."

He looked at Rendra Masygul.

"There's still plenty of time until February. You can find info about what things are important to put into pre-nup."

"Why February?" he cringed.

"You're graduating February, right? We immediately married you graduation, no need to wait long."

He sneered, "My description is Abaaang. Dikira make pancakes what immediately so," he was upset.

"Yes my sweetie dear," Rendra retorted the naughty ogling.

"Your thesis can be finished. Target February yes.oke February. I haven't been strong for a long time ping..."

He hurriedly pulled a hand from Rendra's grasp, "Start ya!" his grunts were upset, this time really upset. Rendra is yes can not talk seriously without being spiced up.

"Yes yes.ampun..ampun..," Rendra chuckled as he raised both his hands up. "Silence.nyerah...."

***

Dio

Actually he has arrived in Indonesia since four days ago, but still has to transit in Jakarta. Stay for two days at Hotel Indonesia Kempinski, to attend a series of ceremonial events held by the Young Scientist Exchange.

There he gathered with about 14 other students from his campus, Jakun Campus and Blue Campus. Because in Indonesia, Tokyo Tech is only doing exchange research cooperation with the 3 campuses.

As soon as the whole ceremonial circuit was completed, he went straight back to Bandung using Argo Parahyangan train the last departure time. Arrive at Hall Station at half-time in the morning, and immediately meet the cheerful faces of Afka and Irsyad at the exit.

"Yep!!"

"Woillie! Diooo!!"

"Welcome-back!!"

The three of them immediately hugged each other while patting each other on the back. Afka and Irsyad, although different faculties, but the three of them are equally active in an extra campus leadership organization.

"Well, maneh (you) looks more like a Japanese euy!" kelakar Afka's.

"Oh, he uh, really," Irsyad watched him closely. "Living a year in Japan can make the skin more white huh? Aing (me) would."

"Sa ae," grunts while pulling a large gaban travel bag out of the Station.

Along the way they were busy telling each other, occasionally breaking up together. Once at the boarding house he did not immediately rest, preferring to unpack the contents of the suitcase containing souvenirs.

"Tomorrow afternoon I went to Bang Nizam's house with Mr. Yunan dong, mo give me souvenirs. Uh, Mr. Oki's with Ms. Septa too."

"Rebeees," Afka gave a thumbs up in agreement. While Irsyad was asleep on the carpet that was still messy with his demolition goods.

It seems he only had time to close his eyes for a few minutes before sounding adhan Subuh reverberate. After dawn he continued to sleep until finally awakened Irsyad.

"Yo, what breakfast?"

He woke up, had to wait a few minutes before finally sitting down. Jet lag is not gone. "Follow it out."

"If so we (aja) to CFD. Children are a lot of dana today," Afka suddenly appeared from the bathroom.

He and Irsyad agreed. They also walk from the boarding house to Sidag, then turn to Sumur Bandung for breakfast Yellow rice.

"Ari Aa tos lami teu katingalnya (If Aa has not been seen for a long time yes)," said Nasi's mother yellow when she saw it. "Where is wae (where is it)?"

"Nembe uih ti Japan ieu Bu (just returned from Japan this is Mom)," Afka replied, while plucking a potato parchment to be stored on her plate.

"Oh, meuni more (oh, far away). Mother tea pretentious kaemutan, ari Aa nu tengung glasses tea roomsana ieu teu kadarieu (mom likes to remember, if Aa who is tall wear glasses where never here again)."

"Muhun's mother (iya ma'am)," he smiled. "Meni sono (kangen)." Naskun's mother was a favorite until she had a poultice she often had breakfast here.

"Sono ka another mother sono ka nasi kuning (Kangen to mom instead of kangen to nasi kuning)?" naskun's mother laughed.

"Duanana (both)," he chuckled.

"Tong mantasosan wae, nteu tuang-tuang (do not be invited to chat continuously, until do not rush to eat)," reprimanded the husband of Naskun's mother who was wrapping the order of one of the buyers.

"His pretentious taruang (yes please eat)," Naskun's mother was again busy serving the buyer.

He chewed the yellow rice with great feeling. It feels very delicious after almost a year over his tongue did not meet the typical cuisine of Indonesia, especially Naskun Sumur Bandung is indeed famous legend delicious.

***

Remarks :

Danusan.: from the word fund and business, selling to meet the funding of less activity. Usually done in a committee or organization.