OCTOBER BEARS
~Kota Ilmuku~

Congratulations, you graduated in

Ocean University

Prodi Informatics Engineering

I screamed as hysterically as I saw, an image I repeatedly read but had the same meaning, that is an announcement that explains that I managed to graduate into one of the public universities in Indonesia.

These two footsteps immediately led me out to the store to meet the parents. While jumping and chanting the word pass, I managed to make the whole house also follow hysterically, including Father and Mother.

“Yeah, Ma, look at this. Kynaya graduated. Alhamdulillah” this speech I once again uttered before the two angels of my life. They embraced each other in a haru flavor.

Sometimes with the answered prayer that has been in the love of gratitude is endless. Allah is so good in granting his wish, although I have a hambah who sometimes still neglects my duty to worship him and when the fulfillment of one of these wishes makes me feel ashamed of myself, there is always an apology for sins that have been washed away.

September this year is so beautiful and so special because me and my classmates must have felt the same way that college is such a great desire to achieve, he said, but I do not demean friends who have different fate God determines who needs instead of wants, so there is always gratitude behind the plan.

After the wage-wage event for the gratitude of my success, the next day we will go to Aceh.

Previously I never thought that the city with the nickname mecca porch is what became my science city, even what I dreamed was always Medan. I love Medan because this city once made me fall in love with one of its citizens. At that time when I was in my teens we were on a family vacation, the hotel became our temporary home, until there was an incident that traumatized me when I woke up without anyone beside me.

I forgot which hotel, the story goes like this.

I slept so fast when the sun was already so hot. Mama, Dad, My sisters and Uncle were not around me apparently they had run out but I was left at the top with the hotel door locked from the outside.

At first they said they wanted to buy food, I just said I did not come with the keys from the outside and continue this beautiful dream in the cold atmosphere of Acc and the softness of this expensive blanket.

I woke up because the situation around me was swaying, there seemed to be an earthquake that made people run out of the room. I frantically woke up and ran to this wall barrier, which was the only one that could be seen, the dark brown door with its tightness it locked. My tears broke even though this room was soundproof, no one heard but the shaking of the Earthquake was also endless.

There was nothing so horrible that I experienced other than that moment, I paced back and forth occasionally to the window once in a while to the door there.

There is no answer, I feel like the most unfortunate person in the world because in this situation my parents just don't care about me they leave me alone when my life can go away right then and there.

Ringing The phone rang there was a call Mama there, I sneered I heard Mama's crying broke like breaking through my heart space, she was so panicked with my condition but Dad did not let Mama pick me because it was very dangerous.

"Call Ay Ma, pray for Ay" said the line I kept saying until the call was over.

I will shed tears, and I will not be weak with those who seek God.

My hand hit the door strongly with rhythmic leg support, hoping that this door would come off by itself at least no one would know of my whereabouts. Almost 5 minutes I did this very painful ritual, Oh Allah help Aya.

Like a pair of tails, like,

I faintly heard the voice of the man whose every gust of voice was panic and a sense of caring.

"Calm down, don't break your legs in pain".

When he said his words, I was a little relieved.

" Please Aya bang, please".

My argument repeatedly but unable to penetrate his ears because the soundproof room only the person inside is able to hear while when outside does not know the words inside there.

"Read the prayer, don't break it. I'm here with you".

" Don't hit the door "

he seemed to understand my anxiety even though every word of his answer was just a break of this door.

The earthquake stopped and his voice slowly disappeared, breaking my door he did not respond like the human had left.

The door opened and my mother's cry broke, she kept holding you which at that time I didn't worry about anymore, my mind was fixed on her which I hadn't seen.

After Mama calmed down, I invited my sister to go around the hotel I wanted to find out who owned the voice behind the door, but I was still a teenager who usually just observed.

Every time I meet a male figure, I just look at it without asking if you are my savior creature?

That thanks is what I still keep neatly for the figure who was once a fairy.

Tonight I woke up from a beautiful dream, everything had fallen asleep my eyes were always staring at the door which in recent years became a dramatic story in my life, the difference when I was a teenager, when I was a teenager, if it happens now I offer myself to be his wife because her old guard made me find no reason not to fall in love with her.

The journey is so beautiful, Langsa,

the occasional breeze spoiledly touched my face like the friendly kiss of a poet in love.

Exhaust screams like favorite songs on the way all drifted away in their own eyes and minds, only Mama ever looked at me because I knew a breakup between us was about to happen.

"It seems, this Kynaya wants to get Acehnese so she lectures far this Acehnese time" exclaimed my Uncle who suddenly broke the silent atmosphere earlier.

"Don't, just don't be friends with Acehnese huh Ay later you won't go home" tanked Mama with her argument that made me laugh.

"Anyways, finish first the curiosity of life. Parents, Ideals and Love" continued my father with his dialect that was so relaxed despite the circumstances so runyam.

I'm just laughing, not knowing the expression that I'd give you if it was about love. Because, there had never been a special male name that I mentioned before them even though I had felt it secretly.

Welcome to Langsa City

I read it in a soft voice and was greeted with the same gaze by all.

finally arrived, the journey that took 12 hours was completed.we went down with busy lifting my stuff which is quite a lot because naturally Mama and Dad do not want me lack anything here.

We were in the room three, there was Asiah and Nadia. After agreeing and talking long enough finally the parents decided to go home tonight because my uncle had to go to the office tomorrow, the world rained down on my eyes that I could not hide every time I had to shed tears.

"Good school, son, remember the distance of your journey here to pursue the ideals of may Allah grant" cried Father with words of advice.

"Oh my God, my dear God, you are far away from your journey here, son, you are good at that school. Protect my drill, O Allah" Mama's voice was like a lightning bolt in this hole.

Our cries were earthy only my father could still endure it. I felt that my world was instantly broken walled when my first breakup with Mama happened, our voices were filled with the gaze of people who turned their way along to grieve with this drama.

I could at least see Mama crying because other than wailing Mama's cry it made me so weak. I can't hide my tears anymore I let them break until I'm happy.

The hand of Avanza's car glass is a testament to the happy hue afterwards.

I know, separation still hurts though in a good way. What Mama feels is a form of unfortunately for me, maybe I feel the same way if I have children later.

The rain in these eyes did not want me to end, I let it fall even though I did not see the car again. With my hands on the porch of this shophouse I continued to cry, I did not ignore the voices of the people who coincided there they were gathered in the cafe.

"huuuhh, Mama don't stay with me" ledek them

"Mama, I want to go home" the others continued

My gaze on them was so sharp I memorized these faces that mocked me, just look later if your wife who fared the same as my Mama, I will pray you also join in crying not as loud as my Dad, my father, I hate them but I don't give a fight, I calm down and then twilight is like asking me to stop.

"It's Kynaya, leave your tears for tomorrow".