I miss Bia
part 1



The warm spring air in Medan city as if hugging the slim body of Bia. Three weeks ago he arrived in this town. Medan is part of the province of northern Sumatra. It is the third largest city in Indonesia after Jakarta and Surabaya, as well as the largest city on the island of Java.

Bia breathed in the morning air, enjoying the coolness after a few minutes in a public transport car that took her from her home to her school.

Today is the first day of MOS (student orientation period) for 10th graders who first wear their gray white uniforms. MOS is actually created to familiarize teachers with new students, upperclassmen with their juniors, as well as a means to introduce new students to the school environment and school programs.

It has been a tradition of descending that during the three-day MOS, members of the osis had the authority to "set" their new underclassmen. He said the hell to face the rigors of the High School world later, also so they can ward off the spoiled nature they still bring from the Smp environment.

"Good morning, kids" said Mr. Reval. Mr. Reval is a biology teacher at this school. "Include father Revaldi's name" he said, continuing his conversation.

***

The sparkling capital of Jakarta is starting to attract the soul of a lonely traveler. The hum of motor and car horns still brightens the night. Jakarta is still at home with a title full of congestion.

The night is rising. But Jakarta stood upright as if never sleeping, never tired of living day by day. In some places, it offers discotheques with sparkling. The peddler of love last night seemed to stand and offer services to lost souls.

"Andra, you must marry! Your age is no longer young. It's time to get married!" Mama Andra said that night.

Andra, a son of a manager at Microsoft Corporation. The yellow-skinned man who always looked neat in a suit shirt and pants who always felt like a prisoner who was charged with completing his sentence. Yes how not? At that age, her mother wanted Andra to have her life partner. The real thing he had thought about, but did not want to be realized.

"Ma, Andra is a man. You do not have to be sure of the age to get married. Andra's not ready either." Andra said in a calm tone. "What else makes you not ready? You're well established, responsible, handsome. What else is less? You should get married. Poor Frisly's been waiting for you since last year."

The cynical look of his mother Andra has become his daily food. The demands of being in a relationship with Frisly were like a nightmare incarnate in his life.

"Ma, Andra can find a partner for Andra herself. Mama doesn't have to bother Andra's match with Frisly from now on." Still in soft words, he tried to explain. But the mother was already obsessed with her match with the woman.

"No! Mama won't approve of your relationship other than Frisly!" Tukas mama Andra before finally he moved from the front of the man. Leaving her with a sense that has been entrenched in her since long ago.

***

"You! Which other woman did you sleep with all night?! Where are your feelings? What do you think I am?!" The middle-aged woman screeched in front of her husband. A great slap landed on the wife's cheek.

Plakkkkk!

"Whatchu mean? You don't accuse me!" Snapped the husband.

The wife's tears were shed without her being able to bear. Her hands trembled, withstanding the pain and the buzzing that spread in the ear of her former husband's slap. "You're ruthless! Divorce me now! I wouldn't have a husband like you!" Said the wife not giving up.

From the gap of the outer door, there was a girl and her sister who had noticed the quarrel since earlier. He hugged his 12-year-old sister. Tears were unceasingly flowing, though he did not want to and hated his cries. The girl was only able to curse the situation. Blame it all on life. And try not to care, even though he was really hurt.

Bia was only an 18-year-old girl when she heard a divorce complaint her mother had made. She is just a girl trying to make peace with her life. And reassured his sister that everything would be fine. Although he repeatedly cursed himself every time he mentioned that sentence. How not? He knew very well that their lives were not good at all. He was not sure there would be happiness in life.

***

The days went on, as if giving Bia no room to heal the wounds. His mind's getting fucked up. Until that night, the burden of life became more real. Makes Bia feel really alone.

Bia dragged her gaze, looking at her mother's face. Repeatedly he saw a lie implied from the expression of his mother, repeatedly his hope was dashed. His mother told him honestly that he had remarried.

Bia immediately lifted her foot from in front of her mother. He approached his sister in the room. With a sad look, he looked at his sister. As small as that, how could he possibly understand about divorce, marriage, and stepfathers?

Bia was eager to take her sister away. But he can't. He could not afford to support his life and the life of his sister. Even Bia prefers to continue her school but does not leave her home.

Bia school is quite far from the courtyard of Bia's house. Hence Bia chose to calm down by going from her home and looking for a boarding house and a job close to her school.

She has to lose someone she trusts. He thought, his mother can be trusted, made a place to lean. But that night his mother completely ruined his life.

It should be true, I don't need to trust anyone else, other than my sister, he murmured inwardly.