Aksara Taste (For Flavors That Will Not Be Perfect)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
God is wise.
Although I could not believe it when I saw the stack of manuscripts on the table, fortunately Rayhan was willing to help me complete my task. If not, maybe I'll really suffer. Moreover, Mas Zifran targets all manuscripts must be completed tomorrow after tomorrow. Just hearing it almost drove me crazy.
I looked at Abas and Rayhan who were busy sipping Cappucino. They sat side by side, facing the entrance behind me. We deliberately chose a spot near the glass window. The reason is because Abas must go home before it rains. So, to make sure of that, Rayhan and I agreed.
If there was an Arfian, maybe I wouldn't have to sit alone. At least there was someone accompanying on the right side.
“I should have a deal. As a thank you for the help of the manuscripts.” I muttered softly.
Rayhan shook his head. “Lucky you once saved my life from Mas Zifran. Consider my help earlier as a form of compensation.” he said warmly.
“Oh,ya, Al, Arfian when to Glasgow?” asked Abas, opening the subject.
“Kata Fian, anyway, three more weeks, Bas.”
Rayhan looked at me enthusiastically. “Terus, are you coming? Take a day off, Al. I could go to Glasgow. If you leave, I am Ama Abas coming!”
Abas. “By too, tuh! Nice city, tau, Al.”
I smiled as if to respond to both of them. “I haven't been in for nearly two weeks, Ray. Anyway if we all Glasgow, fear Mas Zifran even find a new employee.”
Our conversation was never off the topic Mas Zifran. In addition to entertaining, talking about Mas Zifran also made us realize that without him, we are all nobody. Moreover, our leader has a soft heart as silk. Only his attitude sometimes makes us tormented.
“At first I really worked in Jakarta. But, fitting in the streets turned out to be fun too. I don't want six months. Stay waiting for the birth of three more months.” said Rayhan, sharing the story. Tucking jokes, making us laugh.
While I was still putting on a cheerful face, suddenly Abas looked misbehaved and Rayhan was silent all of a sudden. Forcing my balls to look at them in turn. Wonder. What made them behave like that? Abas then explained with his eye gesture. Indicates that a visitor has just arrived.
“Where? Have you been to Ardy's grave?”
Knowing who Abas meant earlier, I hurriedly chose silence.
“Eh, there's Satya. Sit, yuk. We copy together.” bargain Abas pleasantries.
But, it seems Satya just wants to make things worse. She immediately ordered a Latte as soon as she sat down next to me. In front of Rayhan.
“Oh, you doyan Latte. I happen to have never tried that. How's it feel? Is it like cappucino? Or like Americano?” Abas tries to warm the atmosphere by inviting Satya to talk. But the young man did not pay much attention to him.
“Sorry because it has made Ardy and Papa side by side.”
I let out a long sigh hearing what Satya said. Apparently he got the Ariocarpus from Germany.
“Newly feel lost?” I don't know why Rayhan actually replied to Satya with such expressions.
Satya laughed a little. “I'm not as weak as you anymore, Ray. Like protracted in grief.”
“You're numb? Or maybe you're happy Ardy doesn't exist?”
“It should be me who is the same as you. You're happy Ardy doesn't exist?”
“To cry for a friend who has gone so far is too childish.”
Satya was silent for a moment. “Your nature is the same as Ardy from the past, right childish? Nerebutin toys and women.” he said cynically.
A second later Rayhan got up from his seat. I immediately raised my face, looking at him worriedly. Afraid that the young man threw a punch at Satya and made a fuss in this place. Repeating the incident the other day at Mas Rudi's house.
“We can make coffee again next time.” said Rayhan rushed away. Seeing that Abas was resigned to retreat. “See you another time. I first, yes.”
It was me and Satya who remained silent without a sound. We let the drizzle of rain become instruments of nature that fill the silence. The wind blows peacefully. Not so many. It was just that the pedestrians were busy running. Avoiding falling rain spots.
Feeling that there was nothing to talk about with Satya, my brain ordered to go home immediately. Besides, I'm tired of having to sit alone with someone who doesn't have a topic.
“You don't intend to make me drink coffee, so?” tanya Satya did not accept.
I looked at him in wonder. “You, did you come here alone?”
“But, that doesn't mean I should also drink coffee myself while there you are here.”
Regardless of what he said, I kept moving. Agreeing the will of the heart to leave immediately. With the palm of my hand, I covered my head from the rain spots. While running small, I headed for the car park. Approaching the bemo adjoining Satya's car to his right.
Once you have tightened your seat belt and turned on the engine, suddenly bemo disease comes suddenly. It made me lose my mind right then and there. Before, he was okay. So, why not light up now? Does the drizzle of rain make the machine cold? Or maybe Mas Rudi deliberately handed me a bemo because he already knew that a problem like this would happen?
“Udah, just down. can not be on, tuh! Don't be forced!” the call made me look to the right side. I found Satya closing her face to the window.
I rushed down. Giving the young man a free opportunity to collect the reward. I hope he can count on it. At least I still have someone I can hope for. However, everything is beyond suspicion. I was wrong. It turned out that Satya just told me to get in her car and asked me to wait there.
“You told me to come down for what?”
“You think I will push this car until it can turn on? Which is really aja.”
The rain spots are racing. Start speeding. The drizzle slowly faded. His rumbling led me to believe that the real rain was coming soon.
“You want to stand there until when? It's gonna rain again!” satya shouted while putting a seat belt on the steering wheel.
I looked left and right. Take a look around the road. Hope to find a taxi that can take me home. But nothing is visible, nothing is visible.
“You sure you don't want me to take you home? One. Two. Three.”
Seconds pass. And I'm still considering his offer.
“Thirteen. Fourteen. Li-”
“I do not want if you ngibulin kayak yesterday.” cut me suddenly.
Satya looked at me accompanied by a sweet smile behind her thin lips. “This time is sincere, selfless. Really.”
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What makes you feel special?
When we become an important part of a person's life, then become the reason for all the good things he continues to do, then at that time we must believe that we are a valuable person. Even if it is for one person in the world. Even if only for him. Only.
My seeds almost exploded when Satya said I was the most annoying human being in the world. The young man kept lecturing me about the importance of trust. The importance of help and the meaning of sincerity. He even said that I still have a lot to learn in order to understand the meaning of life.
“Al, Ma'am go home first, yes. That's the ceramic backyard don't step on first. Still slippery about it.” Gita broke up my light-hearted showdown with Satya. Together with his two workers, he seemed surprised to see the young man sitting next to me.
“Oh, there's Satya as well. Mbak first, yes.” warm greetings Mbak Gita makes Satya nod briefly.
“Mbak, later Alya's room let me aja.” greeting the young man caught my attention.
Is he planning something?
“Terden, deh. Mbak ngikut aja.” sahut Mbak Gita. Then it left me and Satya who were busy enjoying a soft drink.
At first glance, Satya who was relaxing her back on the back of the sofa. “I should have told you to kill yourself at that time.” I said annoyed.
I heard the young man laughing. Her teeth were shown through her bright smile. “You've discussed this suicide problem how many times?”
I looked at Satya indifferently. “Why? Offended?”
Suddenly, he fixed his sitting position. Staring at me with a look of disbelief. “So, you still think it's me?”
I opened the soda for the third time. Sipped it short. Closing your eyes for a moment. Enjoy the sensation that refreshes thirst.
“OK, now let me ask. When do you think we first met?”
“On the sidewalk of the road ahead coffe shop.” answer me sober.
The young man looked at me while shaking his head. His laughter almost broke in the air.
“Why?” that's the only question I can tell him.
Satya cleared her throat briefly, then looked at me fixedly. “You remember the incident of the lights off at the coffe shop that afternoon?”
“Iya, remember. Why?”
The young man looked at me seriously. “That was the first time when saw you.”
It took me a lot of seconds to wake me up to that. God has the power to create many twins in the world. And Satya is one of his creations. Together with Ardy, they've been living together in the same womb.
I finished the soft drink in one gulp. My brain needs a lot of refreshing stuff so that my common sense can be saved.
“So, the suicidal intent is Ardy? Your twins?” many ensure.
“It seems, Ardy did not intend to kill himself. Only he was not horrified. Understandably, Otosclerosis sufferers often like that.”
I snorted in disbelief. This is the most difficult reality I have ever accepted.
“Why? I never saw twins aja.” Satya said with a laugh.
“B-not that. But, all this time I thought you guys were just sisters. Rayhan also never said that you guys are twin.” answered me with great difficulty.
“Rayhan wouldn't have told me about it if you hadn't asked.”
I nodded lightly, acknowledging Rayhan's nature. Besides, why didn't I realize this a long time ago? Didn't I have a twin nephew all this time? Even if there were no signs that Ardy was Satya's twin brother, at least I should have had such a hunch or conjecture.
“A few days ago I went there. Look at him.” Satya said with a thin smile.
The young man weighed an empty can between his thumb and index finger. “But, my arrival may not be valuable enough.”
I know Satya needs a friend. He needs a place to complain and share his story.
“Nothing is worthless in this world. You have to believe, even if you think you are nobody, there must be a part of the world that thinks you are valuable. Think you're special.” I said comforting Satya. He made the young man smile for a moment.
