Aksara Taste (For Flavors That Will Not Be Perfect)
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
In accordance with the promise we have made, Satya will send the results of his writing before twelve pm. From the results of our agreement and discussion this afternoon, he was willing to add some parts to perfect the script.
Busy staring at the computer screen, intuition directs my eyeball to the corner of the room. Observe the mini cactus which is a little far from the diorama of Hanif and Alif. I just found out that cacti can flower. My brain has always had the perception that cacti are always identical to thorns. However, that presumption was eventually refuted. Evidently with a cactus giving Satya who has absolutely no thorns on his trunk.
The young man gave me a small cactus as a gift for my visit to his house. A small cactus with curved leaves, some even tapered. The pink flowers indicate that the desert plant has a different beauty.
My memory is trying to twist the word to pronounce the name of the cactus correctly.
“Ario? Caprus? Arirusi? Aricarus? Ariocarus?” I'm muttering no crap. Guessing perfunctorily.
Until the vibration of the handpone on the bed made my memory crumble.
“Hallo? Are you done?” my sap to Satya.
“Cek first, deh. It's good what's not.”
I opened the email inbox, then downloaded Satya's writing.
“Udah yet?” asked the young man impatiently.
“New also downloaded.” I said a little annoyed.
“Yes, ntar said it was his fault where. Let later-“
“Satya! Satya!” as I said, make the young man stop talking.
“Why?”
I bite my lips. A little hesitant to ask. “Anu, his name? Na-”
“Name? Ardy.” Document
“B-no, no. That's not. But, that was this afternoon.”
“Petrichor.”
“Not also. That's the cactus you love me, what's the name? I forgot.”
“Ariocarpus.”
I hit the jidat. My guess is almost right.
“There again?” satya asked sounds demanding.
“Udah it aja.” reply me short.
“Ya udah.”
“Ya just called her.”
I heard the young man clucking. “Ngeselin really, hell.”
“Did, sewot again.”
“You, tuh!”
“Why?”
“Udah, ah it's okay.”
“Ya udah.”
“Ya udah.”
I disconnected Satya's call. The young man started a repeated debate. The topic is short, not so heavy, but the way he talks pisses me off half to death.
While putting on the glasses to start reading Satya's post, my phone shook. A short message from Satya made me squint.
“Why? You like?”
I intend not to heed the question. But apparently I can't. I finally got back the message too.
“Slightly.” write me sober.
Once more. My phone is shaking again.
I laughed in disbelief. What kind of threat did Satya just give?
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From: satyaryaharianja@gmail.com
To : alyazkialya@gmail.com
I had to add this part. Taroh in the epilogue, yes.
*Because I believe, every one of us is going home. It's just that I realized a little too late, that any of us can go home at any time.
Sorry for making you wait too long.
Sorry, for not being able to attend on the last occasion where we could meet face to face.
Sorry, because you can't be next to you when you need me.
Sorry, because I failed to be your best friend and brother in the world.
Sorry, because all this time I'm sorry.
Especially when you need help.
From me, who always berTO’a so that you are always happy*.
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Is happiness a choice or a decision?
Believe it or not, life is always about choices. But we can't be choosy, don't be picky. Because every choice given by God will turn into a determination when we have made a decision. Just go through everything. After all, happiness is also not obtained by being found, but created. There is no real happiness on this earth. But, at least we can taste, how happy when living life with God's created beings called humans.
Early in the morning before leaving for work, I was required to help Mas Rudi to take care of his departure to Yogya. I could hardly believe that he would actually catch up with his wife and children there.
Sounds crazy when Mas Rudi can take a week off even though he just got his honeymoon permit. Maybe Mas Zifran had a different deal with him when it came to that matter.
“Have to go to Yogya, Mas?” I asked while serving him a cup of warm tea.
Rudi laughed loudly. “Well, this. If you are not married, you will not know the reason.”
It is always associated with the home. That's the deadliest answer I don't want to hear.
“But yesterday was just a honeymoon. In bali pula.” sahutku while tidying the stem glasses in the glass cabinet.
“Dih, there is a ngiri.” taunted Mas Rudi while looking at me victory.
I defended myself. “Not ngiri, Mas. Just not ordinary, by yourself. Later home will be quiet.”
“Kalo bored, right, easy. Just make a copy of Arfian. Take a walk, you guys. Who knows when the ends turn.”
Hearing Mas Rudi's reply I just kept silent. Not intending to respond.
“Because it's a fortune, Al. must be picked up. Believe not believe it, but Mas chased Aina to the Netherlands just to make sure she married. The shadow? Savings S2 willing Mas use buy tickets to leave for the Netherlands. For who? Create Aina. Let what? Let him believe, Mas this is serious, no kidding.”
I'm not surprised to hear that. Aina's mother had told me first.
After eating my chicken porridge, Mas Rudi got up. “You ship what?”
I shook my head. Refused offer.
“Not want anything? What the hell is it. Let Mas bring it later.” he said the second time. And I keep giving the same answer.
“Always, so. Ditawarin anything definitely do not want.” grunggutu annoyed.
A moment after exhaling heavily, the roar of the car engine sounded from outside the grounds. Apparently, Mas Rudi's taxi has arrived.
“Mas to go first, Al. Be careful at home. Don't forget to send a photo of the terrace, the same yard back garden.”
“Iya, Mas. Iya.” sahutku.
As soon as the airport taxi passed, I immediately’a berto. I hope the script on the desk doesn't make me suffer. May Rayhan generously help me complete some of them today as well. Because tomorrow I have to finish Satya's and her brother's Rasa Span script.
