I thought I was going to wake up after 1000 years after a daughter kiss me, but only half an hour I fell asleep (itupun hardly) was the noise from outside managed to make me awake. The stuffy room also made me breathless. So I decided to get out and sit on the balcony wall with my hair and face still disheveled.
Indra was sitting at his door, and Pak Haji was talking with a man at the door of room number 20, the empty room left by the couple who used to live with him. It seems that the man will be a new resident in this boarding house. Curly-haired man with a mustache and a thick beard and glasses. Almost half of her face was covered with hairs from her beard.
"Who tuh dul?" I asked to Indra who walked closer.
"New people," he said as he sat next to me. "Gantiin Mas Harjo."
"Ah, but it will be quiet as usual. Look at two rooms opposite us, already like no one inhabitants wrote. They never socialize with us-are we? "
"They are on busy. Naturally, gawe at the automotive plant is so macem, surely lemburannya kenceng, "he took a cigarette and ignited it. "Sometimes I like to envy both of them, it would be fun to have a big salary."
"But you have to spend a lot of time lo, like they are. Lo want? "
"Well ... if Saturday-Sunday is still okay okay aja mah. The important thing is a lot. "
"Yaelaah ... grateful aja what is dul."
"Haha .. yes hell, gw segini also already very thankful dapet gawean. Temen-temen I wrote a lot of unemployed. "
I also feel lucky to nyampe here. In the birthplace I do not have jobs in Jakarta or here. Hence since the beginning of college I've decided to ngerantau. Far from a little parent is not the origin of Lebaran can return. "
"Eh, where is your real boyfriend anyway?"
"Which girlfriend?"
"Your new loathing, the weird girl. Which kid is he? "
"Buneng buneng, since when I invented the same tuh girl?"
"But you look very closely at Meva."
"Deket does not mean invented right?"
"Well .... just aja entar you can be invented."
I laughed softly.
"I love too much Echi, dul. It's really hard to mess with him. "
"Yaaah start again deh ngomongin this." Indra scratched his head. "Why are you too sentimental?"
"His name is people left behind boyfriend how the hell? Lo never ngerasain this anyway ...... "
"I have never ngerasain ditinggal girlfriend, but I know how to lose the lo rasain. Since junior gw left my father. Seenggaknya I know how it feels left dead. "
"Well ah, do not discuss this." I wriggled relaxed muscles. In front of us Pak Haji and the man appeared to descend the stairs. From the conversation that I had heard the upgrades they had found the deal and the man would start living in the room not too long.
"I sleep first? From behind gawe semalem I have not sleep ya. While the day off can ngebo. Hehehe ... "and Indra walked to her room.
Tuh kan, I'm alone again ... huh, maybe I was meant to always own. I walked to Meva's room. In front of my door stop step. The owner of this room must still be busy on campus. Only one hour ago he left. I opened the door and went inside. Standing looking around looking at my work, then I sat on the edge of the mattress.
Why the hell tuh really dark-happy girl in the kamer? I've suggested changing the lights with a freon light but Meva refused and wanted to defend the dull lanya in this room. Then my gaze turns to the small closet where she keeps her clothes. I remember when Meva fixed the closet, there was a lot of black stockings she usually wore. Bener-bener, though I've pretty close to know, Meva tetep aja is a mysterious figure in my eyes. I'm sure, many do not know about this one girl.
And my eyes were suddenly glued to the pile of books beside the dispenser. Suddenly I want to know the Civil Child if studying what aja ya .. gw take the top book in the pile. A large notebook but not too thick. Something fell out of it as I opened the first page. A piece of gray paper. Similar pieces from a newspaper.
I took the little paper. It's a piece of a newspaper page. But not a regular newspaper. This is an English-language newspaper. At the top of the piece is the title "Children of God".
And below it was the face of a bule man, old and bearded white.
"Great also tuh girl reading English newspaper," I smile small.