Sam
Tangled yarn

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Early in the morning Buna was ready with a matic motorbike on the terrace of the house that had been heated.

Since then he had been busy here and there preparing everything for him to bring to campus.

After weeks of being busy with her script, today is her schedule for the thesis hearing.

"May it be good, O Allah," he said between breakfasts.

His mother was talking to him to make him breakfast. Yes, the instinct of a mother who is afraid of her child can not concentrate when the most important in the peak of her education.

"That's what's so hard, Na! Want, every day mom nagged like this? In the neighborhood is not good." Marni, the mother of the girl who is often called Buna at school, while flipping the bakwan in the frying pan still continues to nag. Meanwhile, Buna tried to chew breakfast that he tried to swallow. Because he can't eat too much. It has stomach acid.

"Buu, dong nagelnya. It's me, this is it." Buna looked at the father who had just joined the dining table.

"Sir, the cow is for sale. Kasian I'm looking for grass." Buna pity to see the father getting thinner and more blackened his skin.

"On sale later, if you want graduation," he said casually while sipping tea glass starfruit.

"Father breakfast, now?" marnie asked her husband. She finished frying, changed to wipe the ceramic plate to give to Hardi, her husband.

"Yes, ma'am, please" he answered while receiving a plate from Marni. "Nemenin's the only wedok, let's eat a lot, smooth the test." Hardi glanced at Buna fondly.

"Yes doain, Na, yes, sir. Let's just go without revisions." Buna stood up and then turned the water faucet to wash his hands.

"You want some boarding? All the same sayings you have, right? Did you hold the money?" asked Hardi who started scooping the rice.

Buna did want to take the remaining items in her boarding room that she had not used for a long time. Only occasionally when going to campus and home so late in the afternoon or if the weather is raining. Hardi and Marni had warned Buna to stay in the room when the weather was raining. Because the travel time from campus to the village is quite far, which is for one hour of travel.

"Na, there's money, really, sir." Buna smiled as she tied her shoelaces.

"That's the hijab, mbok in wearin pentul that is true, Na. Fear of interrupting the road." Marni approaches and tries to fix the black pasmina dangling over Buna's shoulder.

Not disturbed but this is a warm Buna family even though mother and father are always keen to remind this. Just like a child. Indeed, until anytime, a child will be a child in the eyes of his parents.

"This is because, Na, there are no brothers. So father and mother, tuh, manjain Na, until something as small as this also remains in the commentary." Buna also tidied up his passion in front of the mirror.

"You're the only son, father, Na. Take care of you with all your heart. So it's only natural that your mother is always worried about you."

Buna smiled and grabbed Hardi's hand to say goodbye. Then kiss Marni's cheek. "Na, saying goodbye, yes, sir, Mom. Pray for Na."

"Aamiin," cried the two old men.

Then compact to deliver Buna on the terrace. Until there Marni does not stay still. He still reminded about the student card, SIM, ID card, money, STNK to his son.

"Reply, mother. It's complete." Buna hooked the helmet on her head and turned to her parents. "Na, saying goodbye, yeah. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," Hardi and Marni compactly answered the greetings. Then Buna started turning the gas lever.

***

It's been a few days Sam was busy with the business of the workshop. If yesterday he could relax. Today he can no longer be. Pakde Wahid is busy with his son's wedding. That means it's Sam's cousin.

Sam finished leading the meeting with his technical and administrative employees. It doesn't take long Sam has been able to relate well with his workshop team.

No loss he had joined the organization while still in High School and followed several student organizations on campus.

"Would you go home, sir?" ask Agus, a mechanic in the workshop who is already senior.

Sam who was walking in haste had to stop. "Yes, Gus. Go to Boyolali's." Sam checked the bag with the important invoices and smiled at Agus. "Nitip workshop, yes. Not until the afternoon I'll be back."

"Okay, sir."

"Don't call me sir, Gus. I am still young. So it doesn't feel good to me. We're almost the same age."

"Yes, how, yeah. If I call Sam Mas, someone else can think of it as funny."

"What's so funny, that's my name."

"The acid is, sir." Agus chuckled because Sam did not realize when the name mas and Sam when combined into a different meaning.

"What's handsome if you don't have a girlfriend, sir," This time Agus laughed considering a few days ago when the workshop was closed and was coffee with Wahid and Sam as objects cornered because the former playoy during High School this time there was no boyfriend in the present moment.

"We'll wait for the play date, Gus." Sam patted Agus on the shoulder and walked over to his car.

"Gus, later if Pakde Wahid comes, say that the car I brought, yes!" Sam shouted because Agus had turned on the grinding machine to weld.

Agus pointed his thumb at Sam. Then Sam drove the four wheels mingled on the highway.

***

"Thank God, finally."

Buna shrieked clenching both hands up. How happy after the two sessions. He also passed the test. Waiting for graduation.

"Alhamdulillah" said Mega hugged Buna. Mega Buna's kost friend he lives in Boyolali, near the middle of the reservoir. Does anyone know?

"Ga, hopefully we will get a graduation schedule together, yes." That's Buna's hope for a friend of the boarding house as well as one class.

"Wild can go on. From the beginning so maba until graduation." Mega took Buna's hand to the campus cafeteria while continuing to tell about the activities in between waiting for the thesis hearing. Apparently Mega has also taught at one of the schools in the city. How lucky.

They ordered soto and lemon tea. Mega also took one plastic plate that he had filled with some tofu meatballs and tempe mendoan. Buna was looking for a seat.

After Mega followed Buna both continued his chatter that had paused.

"I don't think I want to register in the city. It is still comfortable in the village. Grandma is sick, Ga. Bapak sama ibuk is now purely a villager. I'm automatic too, right!" Buna began to shift her order soto in front of Mega. Both sit side by side.

"Na, the one who came last Sunday with you, seriously not your boyfriend?" tanya Mega who was curious. Because while chatting, Buna could not possibly confess. And here's the chance.

Buna looked quickly at Mega. "Do you not believe?"

"It's not. After that, he looks sincere. Masa' is just you consider a friend." Mega tried to find the truth through the look on the face of Buna who was still sipping lemon tea slowly.

"Of course, Ga." Buna smiled wryly. "I feel, minder every close same guy. You know that, right."

"Why, anyway, don't you want to open up to me?" said Mega saw sayu on Buna, "for eight semesters I knew and one room with you, I never saw you dating, anyway. So sad you're traumatized as a guy?"

"Yes, as you can see. I'm more comfortable with each other. Both of them are the same guys."

"Then, at the same time Adit yesterday, you assumed he was what dong?" cecar Mega reminds Buna when he went to watch with Adit and Feri–pacar Mega.

Buna smiled and chuckled a little. "Oh, about the double date of your wits," guessed Buna right on target. "Forced, you. Comblangin I'm the same as him. If he's uncomfortable, how?"

"It really likes you. You are a insensitive you. In belain pick up the rain to kosan, why try? Let you not repeat the presentation with the lecturer, you know. So care for him to you," explained Mega fiery.

Buna was stunned to remember a few months ago. He thought, Adit so by force from Mega. It turned out to be Adit's own initiative. "Ga, there's a past I can't tell you. And that's why I don't expect much of a jewel like Adit."

"So your closeness all this time only you consider a friend?" accuse Mega of limp.

"I'm more comfortable that way." Buna bowed and began to stir her sotos. "I'm not sure I'm going to start a commitment, Ga. Not everyone can understand my past."

"Eat him a story, Na, a story!" Mega until holding Buna's arm to convince if he can be trusted. "Everybody has their own past. As complicated or as dark as your past, if he is sincere he will accept you as you are."

Several times Adit, Buna's classmate wants to make a commitment to her as a boyfriend. Several times Buna could not give the answer. Not to mention the matter of Atar, his upperclassman while in High School who is now eager to exchange messages with him. Buna was confused if she just ignored him. Because he is the source of his information regarding his current job.

"Or were you more inclined to the same thing that you were doing at that time?" Mega still does not give up to make Buna more open.

"No idea. I'm confused." At a time like this Buna actually remembered with the upperclassman he liked at that time. A person he had admired since Junior High when competing in the 17th event between RT in his former neighborhood.

"Udah, Na. Eat yuk, eat! Gegara so you will not have appetite. Promise me, don't make a story anymore. But I hope one day you want a story even though we'll have a harder time meeting after this."

Buna smiled and nodded, lucky that Mega would understand. As in previous years.

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