Like a Former Nail
Episodes 9.1
“I still love you, Geb. Then and now.”
Rion's eyes could not be seen a piece of a slightly worn photo, a photo set in red that was found accidentally in the teacher's room SMP 216 Jakarta five years ago. The face of the young girl from the 3x4 cm photo was unchanged, still but just like before, still beautiful with thick eyebrows and thin lips that became his trademark. But the look in his eyes was different, the twinkling that was emanating was nowhere to be seen now, only the silent and tired eyes that surrounded him.
Rion's eyes turned to black and white photos, photos he took from the internet and printed on matte-quality paper, photos that reminded him of a very surprising and tense conversation about the girl's pregnancy. USG photo of a seven-week-old fetus, the age when Gebri first told about her pregnancy, and unconsciously Rion's mind took her on a journey, back to the scenes five years ago in one of his father's cars.
That afternoon, after Rion finished playing basketball with his friends and left the field, he was about to head to the school gate, his eyes caught the figure of the ponytail-haired girl sitting on the waist of the school fence pensively. At first he did not want to come, but both of his legs stepped without orders to approach Gebri's position.
“What's up, Geb?”
Feeling the presence of others who came closer, Gebri's head then turned his head, awakened from his daydream.
“What's up, Geb?” rion repeated when he saw Gebri's unusual reaction, the teenager's gaze suddenly sad.
“Can we talk for a minute?”
Rion scratched his non-itchy head. Baffled. Aren't they talking now?
“There's something I want to say, but not here.”
Still confused, Rion nodded his head, then got up from his seat. “Gue hungry. We talk while eating, Yuk!” bring him.
“Do not. We're talking in your car,” prevent Gebri while resurrecting his body and face-to-face with Rion.
“Why?”
“Please!” please Gebri.
“OK,” nods Rion as he moves his legs towards a black car that has been parked a few meters from their position.
Gebri followed behind and got into the car whose door had been opened by Rion, then the man in a white dongker uniform moved towards the front of the wheel, opened the door and appeared to speak to the middle-aged man. Gebri's vegetables can hear that Rion told him to buy a drink at the grocery store just opposite their Junior High School.
After the man got out of the car and moved away, Rion's legs moved round the front of the car, opening the car door for passengers. Now Rion and Gebri have sat down together.
“So you want to say what?”
Gebri slightly raised his head, looking at Rion for a moment before looking down again.
“So?” rion again.
Jemari Gebri in his lap clasped each other.
“I'm pregnant.”
Rion's eye reflexes immediately widened, even looking like they were about to come out of the eyeball cavity. His body also suddenly budged, suddenly fixated on the spot.
“It's been seven weeks, almost two months,” added Gebri with still bowing his head.
Rion was silent. And after his consciousness returned a little from the shock that was so shaken, he stared fixedly at the figure of Gebri, looking for lies there or found the evil mimic in the look of the face. But nothing was found. That speech doesn't seem like a joke. After that, not a word came out of Rion's mouth until Gebri said goodbye to go home, and from that afternoon Rion tried to ignore his hearing, assuming he never listened to anything, and as much as possible do not heed the existence of Gebri.
“Did you give birth to her, Geb?” rion said after escaping from his wishful thinking.
“Is he similar to me or maybe similar to you, Geb?”
Often in his lonely nights, Rion's brain invites imagination, creating a picture of the possibilities of the tiny faces of the fusion between him and Gebri. Quite satisfying the longing that has been formed. But since his first meeting with Gebri since five years had passed, the wishful thinking continued to urge him, wanting to gnaw at his heart, which had unknowingly become another obsession. Really, even if it was just once, she really wanted to meet her son. Wanted to see his face. Wanted to hug.
“Yon, you in the room?”
The familiar voice in Rion's ears forced his head to look up, taking away from the sight of the two photographs he had seen for almost two hours.
“Yon!”
Once again the bus-type sound was again heard and Rion did not intend to reply. Even he did not move as his eyes caught the figure of Kharisma entering the room with an area of four square meters. He preferred to refocus his gaze on a formal photograph of a girl in a white uniform and a blue tie dongker. Not heeding Kharisma who was now standing glued with astonished gazes.
For almost two years they were friends, he had often visited Rion's house, also entered the room located on the second floor, this, but it was not terbesit in his mind that the man had a secret room, in which there are objects that never thought or crossed his brain. Rion's appearance does not show the characteristics of people who have a painful dark story.
“What are you looking for me, Khar?”
Not getting a sound since almost three minutes passed, Rion took the initiative to make a sound.
“So the news is true?” kharisma said as he moved closer to Rion, then sat down beside the man on the left.
“Are you spread out?”
Rion did not answer, instead expressing his curiosity.
“One faculty may already.”
“Oh.” It was only a reply from Rion before returning to focus with the photo in his hand, as if the answer Kharisma spoke was not something to worry about.
“That's a photo of Gebri when he was Junior High right?”
Kharisma also bent his head, peeking at the photo sheet that really caught his attention, he said, showing the face of women who some days always go to the campus with him—although with various sentences of compulsion—pula figure who suddenly became an impromptu artist University of Yogyakarta that horrendous campus atmosphere, and, and this male figure beside him was the figure who became the acting opponent of the girl whose full name was Gebri Adinda.
“His face has not changed. Still beautiful.” Although there was no voice or head shake, Kharisma knew that Rion also agreed to her opinion. “And that photo?” Kharisma's head looked up and slightly sharpened his eyesight, making sure that his two beads did not look wrong. “That's a photo...” Kharisma paused for a moment, trying to recall a suitable name to mention. “Photo USG-kan?”
Rion just nodded his head, short enough, even if Kharisma did not concentrate on his gaze, he would not know that the man was giving a reaction. Suddenly the atmosphere suddenly became quiet again. So silent. Silent. Rion and Kharisma were preoccupied with their own thoughts, with statements and questions that none of them revealed, like birds spinning overhead.
“Actually what happened to you five years ago?” Finally Karisma issued also the question, already unable to hold back her curiosity, especially since the students of her age began to talk about a fight between Rion and Daris in the canteen. “Why did Gebri get pregnant when she was young? Did you rape her? Or do you guys do because you both like?”
Rion leaned his head against the wall. He was silent for a long time, thinking about what action to take. Remain silent or answer Kharisma's questions, retelling the story of the past between him and Gebri, which has never once been revealed to outsiders except from his family and the girl's family.
“Until the third grade of the first semester, Gebri and I did not know each other, but several times we often passed each other in the corridor. Our first conversation happened when he treated my wounds in the UKS, and that's when I started falling in love with him,” said Rion, who finally decided to discuss the story five years ago. “She was my first love,” added Rion again, her voice seemed excited with a bead of eyes staring at the ceiling, as if she was re-enlightened into the past.
Kharisma just kept quiet, trying to be a good listener at the moment. He was not too surprised by the expression of love from a man with eyes as sharp as an eagle. It was predicted before. Gebri deserves to be loved.
Rion again explained, speaking enthusiastically when recounting the memories he and Gebri had during their approach, and put on a sad face when telling what he and his family had done to Gebri and his family, which left a sense of responsibility and left them suffering.
“Then what about that fetus? Did she give birth to him?” After Rion finished the story, Kharisma again expressed her curiosity. He was really very curious about the past lives of these two people.
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