Gita Dusk Geetruida
About Aya

It is always easier to speak and write stories that we experience ourselves, not only the essence but the emotional upheaval contained in the writing can be felt by others.

Geetruida closed his eyes for a moment, to sharpen the memory of his life journey several tens of years ago as his writing material this time. He is grateful for his life right now, but for his youth which is unlike most people.

Tik .. tik .. srettt, ting. Tik .. tik .. tik .. srettt, ting.

The typewriter's voice began to understate.

Chapter 1

Not everyone is lucky to have the chance to meet and be with his soulmate until aging and death do away with it.

Type Geetruida begins the story. This time he brought up the story of Aya, a character who was attached to him. Aya is the name of Arabella Putri Vooren, a victim of racism, social order and political upheaval at that time.

Lucky people can be with their beloved partner for a long time, some are quite happy when they see the person in their heart happy, from a distance ... and Aya was one of those unlucky fellows. Already he can not be with his soul mate, know the news of his former soul mate candidate was not. Instead of finding true love that goes 1 for good, Aya instead experiences 1 night of love with a variety of different men.

Aga is the man he wants to be his life partner until the end of his life. They met several times, even though a moment and then fell in love and made love but then separated, it made him not believe in the term 'mate' is not going anywhere'. Especially at the last meeting, Aga gave him a keepsake that made him difficult to eat, difficult to sleep, difficult to forget and difficult to survive.

Aya tired of waiting for the man who did not take her out of the valley. The purity of his love is still able to be taken care of only for the man but not with the purity of his body. Yes, even Aya forgot how much and how the look of the adam who had touched his body, using his services to relieve the true desires of men. Yang Aya knew, he was responsible for satisfying them for the sake of some life that depended on the results of his sweat. A kind of symbiotic mutualism, that is.

Destiny as a Dutch noni, made him swallow bitter pills that bitterly did not end. In the years before and after Indonesia's independence, there was a controversy that magnified anti-Dutch sentiment, so that Adolf Vooren, who, aya's father, who was an officer in the Dutch military and served as regimental head of a joint force in Magelang, was welcome back to his home country. But his love for Sekar, the native girl he had edited a few years ago made him still want to stay in Indonesia until the end of his life and buried in the land of his wife's birth. Adolf Vooren was indeed a foreigner, he came as part of the so-called colonizers, but personally he found comfort and considered himself part of Indonesia.

Not only does he feel himself tortured, he feels failed as the head of the family when he can not protect his family from the suffering of the stamp 'company' attached to him. It ....

***

"Mami, lunch is ready," Mangata fulfilled the promise, he approached Geetruida with a soft clap of his shoulder.

Geetruida exhales slowly, stopping her thoughts, leaving behind the type of story she just started and following Mangata to the dinner table.

"Wow, eat big?" Geetruida's eyes widened to see the dish that had been served. Jakarta asem vegetables, as well as carp, tofu and tempe fried plus rambak crackers are waiting to be moved to the stomach that is rumbling.

A mouth-watering scent bushes filled the tiny room.

"Please, Miss Peters. Everything is ready. Let's eat." Mangata has even spooned rice and side dishes for the two of them.

"I'm still amazed, from where you learn to cook food as good as this," Geetruida said, adding tucked sambal on the side of the plate.

"No need to be surprised, just grateful," said Mangata with a mouth full.

"Don't talk if your mouth is full of food, you will choke" Geetruida reminded.

Mangata swallow food that has been chewed and drink. "However, I prefer to choke because talking while eating, it is better than eating alone" Mangata said after sipping a drink.

"May have a wife, let's have a friend to eat."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in the way just ..."

"I'll talk to Arunika's father and ask your question earlier in order to get Arunika's manic."

"Yes, the sooner, the better, the better, so that you understand the situation," Geetruida replied as she spooned the last mouthful into her mouth. If he follows hunger, of course he still wants to add 1 centong of rice to his plate, but he did not do. Stop before the glut, the principle.

Mangata that has finished eating was immediately clean dishes and dirty glasses, becoming a neat kitchen as before.

"Hem, we've had lunch together but I still want to have a chat with you" Mangata said as she brewed 2 cups of green tea.

"You have to rest, your energy is certainly drained after the night service. Please if you want to rest here. I want to continue my writing," said Geetruida, who has returned to face his typewriter.

"Mi, don't mind if I bring Arunika's father here, right? I think it's time as a fellow candidate to get acquainted. Arunika's father is fun, who knows how mom changed her mind."

"May, but not this week I'm going to Bandung, there's book surgery. About Arunika's father .. don't hope after the meeting I change my mind as you want."

"Hm. All right, then I'll go home first."

Since Amar Maulana died, Geetruida has moved in and lived in a modest home of her own. While Mangata occupies a house of a million memories belonging to his parents in Semarang.

"Be careful, I'll see you again." Geetruida did not drive Mangata to the door but Mangata understood, the middle-aged woman's brain was certainly already crowded to pour the contents into writing.

"Hm ... Where did it go?" His mutter tried to rearrange the idea that flashed in his mind.

Ah, yes.

Geetruida again begins the story of Aya based on her own memories and experiences

***

For everything that cannot be changed, like the past ... Aya knew, all she could do was accept and make peace with herself. Time is not always good for healing wounds. Only the attitude of pretending to forget and try to be okay can make him able to smile loudly when looking back. A journey always presents learning for the culprit but the path only seems beautiful and easy for others, but not for him? Aya Poor.

***

Geertruida paused for a moment, sighed then soaked her throat with a glass of water. He is very ready to tell the chronology of Aya's dark life story and pour in writing, but still consider the feelings of family and relatives of certain people, so that some names and places he deliberately disguised.

Tik .. tik .. sret .. tik .. tik .. sret .. ting.

The sound of the typewriter still seems to race to meet the lines on each page by page finished according to the framework of the story until moving to the next chapter.

Some of the colors he narrated in writing to wrap the wound of the heart that never dried, he presents as neat as possible so that his readers can absorb the story well and thankfully not only entertainment but also can reap wisdom. Although in fact, what has been printed is not half as accurate to describe the real condition. Be a sad story that is not too sore and happy that only makes half a laugh. Geertruida embodies a story he never imagined but lived.