Heart Stethoscope
Tiga

Nana

When the sun was right over my head, I just returned from Aron's house using the services of an online motorcycle taxi. On holidays, the boarding house is quiet. The occupants are like coming out of prison. They are refreshing from the dense activity of college. While I was the opposite of them, Sunday I stayed at the boarding house, preferring to walk after college if there is no duty.

As I opened the door, my phone rang. I checked my phone first instead of opening the boarding door, who knows if it's an important phone. Ah, apparently from Mom.

"Assalamualaikum, Na."

"Waalaikumsalam, Mom." I flanked the phone between my ear and shoulder, then opened the boarding door. Continue the phone call while lying on the bed.

"You're healthy, aren't you, Nduk?"

As the only child of Kamal and Mulyani, my mother called me often to ask what I was doing. When I decided to go to college in Jakarta, my mother halfheartedly allowed it. Mom says Jakarta is cruel, I can't live a day. But my faith is strong, I should be able to convince myself and both my parents, especially Mother, if I dare to live alone in the Capital City.

And as an only child, both my parents spoiled me enough. What I want, they will instantly approve. Yeah, except for my wish to go to college in Jakarta. But now that I'm getting used to it, it doesn't worry me as much as I've just set foot in a city that's synonymous with these skyscrapers.

"Healthy, Mom. Alhamdulillahot. Same mom I'm healthy?"

"healthy. Your father is just now constipated."

Since the new school year, it's been a month since I went back to Solo. Usually I go home once a month, but because now many tasks, I have to postpone to give up longing with my parents.

"Check the doctor, Mom. You often neglect your health."

The fear that often haunts me. Afraid Mom and Dad are sick, while I'm away from them. But I am grateful, my home with the house of my brothers and sisters are neighbors. At least my brother can help my parents.

"Yes, Na, I'm tired of telling you. How's college?"

Turning my bedside position into a stomach. "There's a drama project, ma'am. The group's job is to play this drama. Doain yes, Ma. Hopefully Nana memorizes the dialogue, and Nana's group can get satisfactory value."

"Mom never let go of your doain, Nduk. After the prayer, Mother always prayed that you would always be fine there, always in the protection of God."

I smiled with a trembling heart. "Thank you, Mom. Mother's prayer was a blessing to Nana, "I was moved.

"Oh yeah, Bayu wants to get married, Na."

My heart stopped beating when Mom mentioned that name. The name of the man who hurt me. He is the one I love, but left me with the reason of wanting to continue S2 in Yogyakarta. At that time, I just sat in 11th grade High School can only resign and cry because of Mas Bayu's decision.

"Winatraguna Wood?" many ensure. Who knows what I mean by other Bayu, not my ex-boyfriend Bayu.

"Yes. Married his friend at S2. Last week was a proposal, next month's wedding. Ayu tenan his future wife, also friendly. Pantes toh Bayu smitten."

I'm clucking. As if you've praised another woman. Moreover, what I just praised was the candidate Mas Bayu. Your son's heart is still hurting because of Mas Bayu, Mom.

"Mom, you do not realize that what I praise is the future wife of my ex?"

Mom laughed crisply. "You're just an ex, Na. I once met the status of people on facebook, he said Throw the ex to the zoo. Let's eat a tiger."

Gaul is not my mother? He has the same facebook account as Instagram.

"I'm not fighting the ex, Mom. Mas Bayu himself who threw me away," my snort.

"Hushh. Not suudzon. After all, Bayu used to love the reason why he sent you." Mother always thinks positively, even though the man has hurt the child just wayangnya.

"But it hurts, Mom, it hurts here." I patted my chest even though I didn't see it.

Mother laughed again. "That means God wants you to have a better life than Bayu."

"I haven't found it until now."

Mas Bayu is my only ex. I'm still traumatized, afraid of being dumped again. Actually I don't limit the association with men, it's just that when they start to launch the code, I'd rather be indifferent than have to be baper. I'm not ready to fall in love anymore if it'll just hurt my heart.

"Patience, I don't want you to marry young. Focus on your college."

Alhamdulillahot. An understanding mother.

"If I get married, how many grandchildren do you want?"

"Four. Two girls two men. The rame house. It's not like our house right now, it's just Dad and Mom."

I glare. Crazy one! A four? The government only recommends two children enough. Well, I asked for a granddaughter of four.

"Mistake it yourself why don't you give me adek," I said.

"Not love. But not so. Maybe because Mom used KB pills over time so her uterus was dry."

"That's why not in KB" I replied.

"If not in KB your sister will be four."

"Let's not much, Mom. Just one more time let me have a meeting to confide in that."

Because really being an only child that has no friends telling stories at home. If you talk to Mom a little difficult. Our thoughts are often different.

"Enough fantasies, now which mother can give you sister."

I muttered.

"Have you eaten yet?" ask Mom to open another topic.

"No, Ma. I'll take Rani out to eat."

The stomach is still full because at home Aron spent a lot of snacks.

"Where are you now?"

"Don't eat late, Nduk. You'll relapse." Mother advises.

"God willing, no, ma'am. Now every morning drink lemonade. He said it was good for the stomach, Mom. Oh yeah, can deal with constipation too, ma'am. Try drinking lemon water an hour before breakfast."

"Oh that. Yes, I'm closed, Nduk. You are there take care of health, the association is maintained, do not pray, do not be lazy to learn as well. Successful people are those who always rely on effort." Something you can't possibly miss every time you call.

"Ready, Mother."

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight."

Connection interrupted. I keep my phone on the bed. Grabbing the bolster and clutching it tightly. Shortly after, the door of my room was knocked, Rani's face appeared from behind the door.

"Na, pinjem your notebook that Pak Windu dong's lesson. I have not yet signed."

"Take it on the table." I pointed at my notebook with my chin.

"OK to sip. Where's abis from, Na? Lo go don't tell me, want me WA but there's no quota."

Rani is arguably my best friend, we are one class. Our introduction started when I moved out. Rani had just moved. From there I tried to talk to him, and it turns out we took the same prodi.

"Nugas, Ran. Sanggar Sastra," I replied lazily.

Rani is lying next to me. "The crappy rajin group lo. My group dong adem ayem aja, pas already mepet new time deh they are in the fog. I am very bodo, besides I have not gathered them many reasons. Time to get together with family, date, sleep all day. Bete knows no, the same group of people who want to do the brain work of others doang." Rani if angry likes to immediately hit the gas when talking.

"Patience, Buk. Patience." I laughed at him while patting him on the shoulder.

"Well, how can I be patient. This is no kidding task. Failed one man, finished our history."

Right. This task should not be underestimated. If in one group there is a lazy, it will affect the performance of the drama on stage later.

"Yes I understand, Ran. I also joined my group. Especially Anjani tuh."

Ah, considering that my idea was ignored just like that, it caused an annoyance that lingered in my heart.

"Why else would Chelsea Islan?"

Why we call him Chelsea Islan, not because of Anjani's face that looks like a talented young artist. But Chelsea Islan it has an abbreviation that is suitable for Anjani. The Slim Girl and the Sexy Idol of All Handsome Men.

"He's my country, he said I'm in. He asked me to give him an idea, just as I told him the idea I had. The Jani with no guilt said a little cliche, didn't he?"

Rani chuckled as I practiced Anjani's expression this morning.

"My client was tabok on his face. Beautiful potatoes can be like that. And Aron really knows what he says."

Rani lay sideways towards me. He took out the bolster I was hugging. "You don't know Aron. The term garong cat is given fish yes directly eaten. Jani has a small pimple on the nose, Aron immediately standby ointment right?"

"Such anna, Ran." I snort.

"How do you proceed with the group concept?"

"Pension thugs. I don't know if Aron has an idea. He's also the one who wrote the original script."

"Spiritual stab!" Rani cheers in amazement. "Eh, have you sent another short story to the magazine Ceria?"

I studied literature because I love novels. A collection of novels from various writers both domestic and abroad neatly lined up on a boarding bookcase. In addition, as an amateur writer, I often send short stories that I write to the editor. It will be published in magazines or newspapers. Good, to add pocket money.

"Yet. I wrote the short story just not revised yet. There are many typos."

"Well, read dong. What's the story this time about?"

Rani has always been my first reader, often correcting a typo or a ambiguous sentence. Sometimes he also joined the baper with the character I created.

"The Perfect Doctor's. The story of a handsome doctor with a romantic, loyal nature, ah anyway can make you melt."

I wrote the short story myself with a big smile. Imagine if the character of the girl I created in the short story was me.

"Tumben really took the profession of doctor?"

"Because I want to have a doctor's soul mate. You know the doctor himself the salary is great. It's cool that I have a doctor's husband." I giggle.

"Gile... Giles... Giles. Here I read the story."

"Lo read in the fridge should be, Ran."

Rani's eyebrows raised by one. Staring at me wonder. "Why?"

"Fear you melt the same figure of the doctor I created. And he said that prayer, once the doctor in my story was in the real world, then met me, we approach, abis it merit. Holy hooch! I am so happy I fantasize."

"Licin very mouth lo! But I am amenin. May your soul mate be a doctor."

My smile expands. "Aamiin's."

Rani sits cross-legged. "Where do I want to read."

"That's on the laptop. Nyalain. Abis read my anther to eat." I pointed at the laptop on the table.

"Okay, ready."

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