Jakarta, April 22, 2013
I Run My Foot Quickly. today the schedule is to meet with the thesis supervisor. This proposal should have been made and submitted a week ago. But I'm too relaxed. In the past month, I have played too much because my father bought me a car. Traveling is my new hobby now.
"Dina" Mita classmates call you,
"want guidance?" Asked mita.
I nodded.
"I'll go first. Mr. Morgan will start at 11 later. I have to hurry, hurry up "I say goodbye.
Mita nodded "Good Luck, Yes"
I turned around and hurried to the stairs. I did not see someone coming down the stairs quickly.
Brak !!!
I was tumbling backwards. The man who hit me also fell. Even his head hit the wall. The folder that I brought with it was scattered.
Mita ran over to me. "Are you all right, Dina?"
I grimaced. "Be careful if you walk. Use eyes! " I snapped at the man.
Mita immediately pinched my arm "Dina" He said restrained
"Sorry Mr. Bhishma. My friend is in a hurry. "
"Be careful next time!" The man said then passed.
"Sir?" Look at Mita Full of Questions asking for an explanation.
"He is a Non New Lecturer. Haven't taught yet. Just become Assistant. The best graduate of last year. He started entering when you were KKN yesterday. "
My cheeks turned red. I don't know if the man who collided with me is my lecturer.
"Awasss !!!"
Brak !!!!
I stuttered. I feel extreme pain in my legs. It turns out that a laptop that someone brought over my leg. At that time I was waiting for the turn of the proposal hearing.
"Are you OK?" Ask the person who accidentally dropped the laptop.
I looked up. My watery eyes hold pain. I was surprised to see that person.
He is the man who collided with me on the stairs Tempo day.
"Sit first. we see if anyone is injured. "
"There is clearly a wound. What do you think my feet are from concrete ?! " I snapped
"Dina Maulia !!!"
That means the trial has arrived. I immediately wiped my tears. I got up limping. But oh my god. My legs are very hard to move. I fell, and swiftly he helped me. But I brushed it off fiercely.
An hour later I came out of the room with a sigh of relief. my proposal on thecc
"Has the trial finished?" Asked someone turned out Bhishma
"What else do you want?" I asked fiercely.
"Really don't need help? No need to go to the hospital? " Asked
me, I looked away.
"Basic stubborn" Muttered Bhishma
I turned around, "you ..." I said restrained, because suddenly felt extreme pain in my feet. Aaawww ...
"Which one hurts? Come on, I'll take you to the hospital. " The word bisma this time, her tone is soft.
I also have no reason to refuse. I nodded shyly.
Since that day I have a personal driver. Who else if not Bhishma. The results of the X-ray taken that afternoon showed a slight crack in my leg bone. My feet must be casted. Automatically I can't drive alone, my car. To atone for guilt, Bhishma was willing to be my driver, until my feet healed.
Me and Bisma are eating ice cream after returning from the hospital.
"Bus, really want to be my driver temporarily? Seriously? Do not bother? Isn't anyone angry what? " Asked my
Bhishma Shook his head. "Only for matters to campus. But not to the mall. That doesn't include my kindness program. "
I'm Mendelik. "Kindness? Hey did I hear anything wrong? I never ask for your kindness, you offer it yourself. "
Laugh Bhishma. "Again, it's bitchy. Yes, yes, I'm sorry. it must hurt a lot, laptop? "
I snorted annoyed "Already know, Nanya."
"What semester are you in?" Ask Bhishma
"Semester 7" I answered while scooping ice cream ..
"Why do you want to be a lecturer? Why not just become a lawyer or notary? "
"There are already many lawyers and notaries. but teaching staff in Indonesia are still lacking. Besides, if you become a lecturer, you will get more Masters degree. Where do you want to work when you graduate? "
"Want to try to apply to international organizations. My concentration here is International Law, "I answered
Since then I became close. But only as a friend because there are University regulations that violate the relationship between lecturers and students. Bhishma really helped me when compiling my final project, he often lent his book to me. When my legs were healed and I could drive again, our relationship was still close.
A hot, windy September afternoon. Finally I can graduate on time. Grabbing Cumlaude again.
"Sis, Dina!" Call someone when I come out of the auditorium with my parents.
"What's up, Leo?" I asked my sister
"My brother's cellphone is gone. There was an incoming sms many times. Also missed call. But I dare not open. When I walked here the cellphone wasn't in my pocket. Maybe Fall. "
"What?!!"
"Dina Your cellphone is already ugly. later let me replace the new one as a gift for your graduation. " My father said,
"But there are many important numbers on the cellphone, Pa," I argue.
"Never mind Dina," said my mother
I wanted to argue but it did not happen. I also don't want to ruin today's mood. I did indeed leave my cellphone with my sister who was waiting in the auditorium because she was not allowed to carry a cellphone inside.
I looked at the stars in the sky from behind my wide-open window. I'm pensive. If only the stars knew what I feel right now. Longing. Yes, a deep longing for someone. Bhishma. Somehow the name is bothering me after so long forgotten. But yesterday's incident made me remember that at one time in my life I had a friend whose name was Bisma, even had time to put my heart.
I now work as a Creative Director at a large advertising agency.
Since graduating from college, I've never been in contact with Bisma. Bisma's cellphone number also went missing with my cellphone on Graduation Day. after graduating, I still often go to campus to take care of Administration. But I never saw bisma again. The man is lost as if swallowed by the earth.
I felt a breeze hit my face, my tears were dripping. Bhishma, whisper my heart why suddenly I miss you? How are you now?
I was walking back when the evening came when someone accidentally bumped into me.
"Hey!! if you walk with your eyes, please! " I snapped
"Sorry, sis, I'm in a hurry, I'm almost late for the airport, my plane departs tonight." The man said remorsefully. He reached out his hand to help me up.
I looked up, I was surprised, I immediately recognized the figure in front of me, yeah, right. No doubt that person was surprised to see me.
"Dina? !!"
"Bhishma?" Ask me too. I didn't think the person who hit me just now was the person I had missed the past few days.
"Bhishma are you in a hurry? where are you going? " I asked
"to Bandung," answered Bisma. "Too bad I have to catch a plane. If not we can talk first, Tell you what, give me your cellphone number, I'll contact you when I get there, "
Bisma said . "It's great to be able to see you again. you not only changed, even more beautiful "
My cheeks were reddened," Just ordinary ".
I smiled. Extend my hand to shake the bisma's hand.
"Be careful, I wait for your phone, I'm also happy to meet you,"
Bhishma suddenly hugged me tightly. I was silent, hug it was as if there was a hidden message.
"I used to really want to do this. But it never happened "said Bisma.
After that we separated again. I feel like a dream.
Tonight exactly a week since my meeting with Bisma, I put the printed Yasin letter printed with Bisma in my bag. My tears did not drip even though I wanted to cry.
Now I am in Bandung in order to attend the seven days of death of the shady eyed man. I learned about the accident from TV and went straight to Bandung after seeing the name of one of the fatal plane crash victims. Mother could directly hysterical when she saw me.
"Dear Allah! It turns out you really exist, you named Dina? " Asked Ms. Bisma in interrupted sobs.
I really don't understand. I just understood when this woman gave me a letter.
"That was a letter written by Bhishma five years ago."
"Dina ... congratulations on the graduation. If you read this letter, it means that I am no longer in Indonesia. I was already in the Netherlands to continue my Masters. Finally I got a scholarship. Yesterday I waited at the cafe where we ate ice cream first. I have something to say before I leave. But your cellphone can't be contacted.
I love you. That's all I want to say. I dare say this because we are no longer lecturers and students. So I don't need to cover up my feelings anymore. I Love You Dina. Really, really love you ... "
Only able to get there I read the letter. Reading the letter made me feel buried with Bhishma. Maybe the one who called and texted me when I graduated was Bisma. But I never found out because my cellphone was lost.
I looked at the tree in front of the bisma house, the wind blew fragrant air throughout the house. Drop the bunch of flowers and fall to the ground.
Life is indeed full of mystery. We never know what God has outlined. I can only pray that bisma be given a place by His side. At least, the rest of Bhishma's life has been fulfilled. Meet and hug me tight.
I love you too, Bhishma. Did you hear that, whisper my heart. My eyes glazed back in the wind. And Flowers also fell again ...
