Visible Loser
LONGS
"May your KKN be smooth. Cepet come home later from Jogja, I miss !" my pinta.
"Yes Andre, you're good there huh." replied Dian.
"Love you" I said.
"Love you too." Dian answered it.
Here is a story in a longing.
Two months already, Dian is busy with her KKN duties. I try to be busy too with remidial sks that make my fatigue growing.
This semester felt so long, my mood felt lonely. This is where I really feel how it feels to hold back the longing.
I don't know, even if there's a bigger barrier than this. Me and Dian really do not want to be separated by anything. I love Dian and Dian too.
Even though we decide to keep going, but in the bottom of our hearts we still cannot lose God and we also do not want to lose a grace of God as well.
Dian has always been open with me regarding her family, but I have not been able to introduce Dian to my mother or father.
I may be known Dian is just a young man from Bandung. But Dian did not know that my family is actually a descendant of Minang who is very thick with his beliefs and culture.
I am still keeping this a secret to Dian, so Dian does not feel burdened. Because I was afraid when Dian knew this, this polemic will make Dian feel uncomfortable. Moreover, everyone already knows that the Minang custom strongly disapproves of this religious relationship. I don't want to see Dian disappointed first.
If the hell of a night hadn't happened. Maybe forever this love will never exist. But not hypocritical, I am grateful to know Dian as well. I became aware of the meaning of being loved by someone and loving someone.
Indeed, when Dian began to anchor her cares to me. On the other hand, Dian still has the rest of her memories that imprint. But gradually he could also forget his past lover because I tried to understand him more.
I myself after getting to know Dian, became more managed and always fresh in living day by day in the overseas.
Our weekend, we always use in various projects together. Dian always invites me to follow her makeup calls to several places, if her mother is not able to come or be in another project.
I also feel like I am a part of his family. Although I have not been very well known or introduced myself in his family environment.
Dian's father who was apparently a pastor's companion always received me at his home. I always take me to wherever my family is.
Actually yesterday when Dian and I were in Bandung it was my chance to introduce my family tree to Dian. But Dian himself who still hesitated and decided to return home to Semarang. Although I could hold it, but Dian still insisted that he was not ready.
Yeah, Dian's still not ready to lose her God for something. Neither am I ready to lose something for my Lord.
Day without Dian it feels like susana kost so lonely. Usually every time I go home from college, Dian always took the time to stop by my boarding house. Just tidying stuff and sometimes even wash my clothes.
Dian is a hard character, even though I have forbidden to wash my clothes and I recommend to be in laundry only. Dian remained adamant about taking the time to do so because so I could save money monthly.
As a reciprocal I am always ready to deliver Dian anywhere, according to the needs of his college or the needs of his family business.
Two months I think it's a long time too. If there is a cell phone that can make us meet the face maybe my kangen taste is definitely treated.
Only, at this time no technology can be as sophisticated as that. Just send a photo message in the form of mms (Multimedia Messaging Service) a little more sophisticated than sms (Short Message Service).
Nevi is also currently busy compiling the thesis. Even he is rarely ever in his boarding house for now even though his girlfriend Risa is the same doing KKN outside the city as well, just like Dian.
The final revelation is also rarely in his house. He also said he was busy at the end of his career. I can only stop by the distro owned by Wahyu, while again submitting the design design shirt that I have designed. The distro of Revelation is never alone. Especially now knickknacks related to climbing equipment have a lot of enthusiasts.
Mapala campus was finally taken over command by me as its chairman. But still, it feels so lonely now. It seems like this mapala basecamp cannot move on from the legacy of its founder who has already left this campus. I also can not do much in echoing some more interesting activities for this organization.Regeneration below me is also the end of this busy with campus activities.
I don't know, because of this longing. Which makes me feel uncomfortable and less excited about this semester.
"Cring... Cring. "my phone is ringing.
"Hallo Mak." greet me when I know if the one who called was my mom.
"Gimano kabarnyo, you mermaid ? You have been home for a long time. Ruponyo kao yangarau yo ?" ask mama back.
"Alhamdulillah good mother. Mamak and Abak themselves apo kabarnyo ?"
"Alhamdulillah Mamak samo Abak, well. Just mamak worried samo buyung sajo, mamak thought buyung lupo samo way back to Bandung ya." reply mamak again.
"Indak Mak, buyung not lupo way home. Cumo buyung many more and busy busy taking the remidian schedule in ni sajo lecture. Makanyo indak sa go home first to Bandung." answered me.
"Yes is fine, okay, buyung there yo. Learn diligently while still being able to yo Nak. I wish you a successful home. Oy Still have money there, yung ?"
"Alhamdulillah, still mother. But if you want to transfer again also have a problem." I said.
"Yes, it's a transfer later."
"Thank you, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Oh yes already if you do not feel good to trouble mamak. Mama doesn't need to transfer." Canda mamak's.
"Yes already Mak. But tomorrow Buyung ask to be transferred yes !"
"Ah, how do you stumble. Make mamak dizzy." moan mamak.
"Mak.. What is this batak native to the field ? kenapo mamak's accent so batak like this." I asked in wonder.
"Oh sorry mamak lupo, buyung. Mamak terbiaso when mamak cubo collect money borrowed by mamak temen. If they use batak language they are afraid of mamak."
"Onde mande, mamak. So much money mamak even borrow loan to others. Watch out if you're run away."
"Indak might be followed by Yung. Mommy keeps their securities."
"Abak inda know that Yung, if you know mamak can be hanged." explained mamak. "yasudah, study diligently sajo ya Yung. Don't go home if you have time to yo."
"Pastilah. Good also yes in Bandung for Mamak and Abak ya."
"Tuutta.. Tuttts... Tuttt.." The phone was finally shut down by mamak.
That's how my mom was, caring and affectionate with me. I was his first child and I had a younger sister with the Goddess. If my sister named Goddess is also a student status. But she took her college in the Bandung area as well. He said to stay close to Mamak and Abak. Though I know, Dewi took college in Bandung because she did not want to be separated by her boyfriend.
My brother or father was a businessman in Bandung. There are five branches and they are all very crowded. My father's usual business was a padang kapou restaurant.
As a minang, the easiest business to produce rupiah coffers is to open a restaurant. Thank God my father's branch has five branches and spread around Bandung Raya.
He said even my father wanted to open five more branches, I don't know if it was discussed before I left for Semarang. Perhaps my father's ambition has been achieved. Because my father was a tenacious person, and always dared to take chances and opportunities.
Because the atmosphere today seems very boring, I finally decided to drive my bike around the city of Semarang if necessary to get to Jogja.
But because it is far away and takes three and a half hours I finally undo my intention to follow Dian there.
Half a day I travel around the city of Semarang. From Friday prayers at the Great Mosque of Semarang, the road to Simpang Lima and ashar prayers at the Baiturrahman Mosque of Semarang to spend the afternoon of the Old city and go home through Sam Poo Kong.
Not felt until back at the boarding house at ten o'clock in the night. I finally decided to go to sleep.
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The next day, the,
"Kreekk... Kreeek... Kreeek. Perches. Prankk's." It turned out that right on May 27, 2006 at 05.55 WIB, I was awakened by a fairly strong earthquake that made a stick and dropped my photo figura and Dian attached to the wall of my room.
Without a second thought, I rushed out of the room. To avoid things that are not desirable. Long after the vibration was felt, all the residents of the boarding house beside my room and above my room were also on scattering out and looking for their respective safe points.
I did not finish reading Istighfar and sholawat until the great tremor was over.
"Alhamdulillah, the earthquake is over. May there be no more terrible aftershocks, O God." My prayer is heart.
All the other hostess residents were grateful, the condition of our boarding house is still safe. Finally after everything was in security and the vibration was no longer felt, me and the other hostess residents began to re-enter their respective boarding rooms.
That morning I turned on my tired television set against the wall. I looked for news related to where the earthquake was, while tidying up my fallen figura.
News on television, informing the devastating earthquake had occurred in the student city this morning with more than six point zero.
I immediately panicked and tried to find out Dian's condition there through my phone.
Dian's phone I couldn't call at all, I panicked. I'm afraid Dian why in Jogja there.
Maybe if yesterday I undo my intention to go to Jogja, today I dare to go straight to the city. Dian still can't call. But after thinking long and preparing to go there. It turned out that before going out the gate, Mr. Kost I forbade me to go there first. Because the conditions are still less conducive, he said the house collapsed there. The road is jammed and irregular news is infused from his colleague who just arrived in Jogja.
Because of that consideration, I undo my intention to return to go there.
Not long, though,
"Fring.. Cring.. Kring.." My phone rang, it was from Dian.
"Ndre, Earthquake... It's such a shock." whining Dian.
"What condition are you in Yan ? Should I pick you up from here ?" my series of questions.
"My condition is safe, Ndre. Praise God. I am the same Meta. Only the condition of our halfway house a lot of cracks but still sturdy. Next to our halfway house many collapsed Ndre."
"Oh yes already, later I help this info to Dad yes. (Dian's Dad). Let him not panic first." I explained.
"No need, Dad was already on the phone." said Dian.
"Oh well, I need to go there with Yan." I asked again.
"That's necessary first, Ndre. It's easy there will be no more aftershocks." Dian replied. "Later if it is urgent, I will definitely tell you if you need to be picked up." he explained again.
"OK, Honey. Good there ya."
"Tumben call me dear, Ndre." joked Dian.
"That's the sign, you don't forget to take Yan home. Because someone is missing you."
"Haha... Yes Dear. I must have gone home. I miss you." Dian explained again.
"Miss you too". My last words to Dian at that time.
Finally the panic gradually dampened. The host also asked about Dian, my girlfriend. After I informed him what the situation was like, he also subsided and believed me that his decision to stop me from leaving for the city was the right decision.
"Son Andre, seriously Mba Dian ?" whispered my Host.
"But don't know sir, I really want to quickly get out of my college first." answered me.
"Yes, Andre is a newcomer. Far away to this city, hopefully all his missions quickly achieved yes. I pray, the lecture is fast in order and get good results." His prayer.
"Aamiin, thank you sir" I replied.
My hostess is rarely at home or in the hostel. But when he was at home, he was very diligent in checking the condition of our boarding house even if there were things that he thought were uncomfortable, he immediately told his assistant to repair the damage he found in our boarding house. So as a resident of this boarding house, I really feel at home and comfortable.
(connecting.).