A long college trip seemed to make me hibernate. Yes, my daily work is just a routine of getting up, cooking rice and frying the side dishes, after being cooked myself and the rest lazing. Every now and then I settle my cramped boardingroom. If you think I'm a rantau kid who goes somewhere to study, your guess is right. I'm a graduate student who took a Sociology course, my sister said, actually this study does not guarantee anything. After graduation want to be what also do not know. Fool with my brother I'm happy to be here. I like my campus, the majors I take, this city, this boardinghouse, except for this very long college break. My other friends have also returned to their respective homes. I did not come home this semester off. In addition to the consideration of the money to go home and the boarding fund that I had to pay even though I went home, I was also 'arguing' with my father. But luckily he still sends me monthly money.
From childhood, my father educated me to be an independent child. Moreover, I have no mother. My mother died when I was 2 years old. He was hit by a car when he wanted to save my stubborn older brother who was 5 years old. Dad also taught me to survive in solitude, may sound funny. But that's what he taught. So it did not matter to me to be alone in the dorm room for a long time. Although not hypocritical I also often call my friends kos to ask when they returned to the headquarters of this rantau child.
But luckily every Friday afternoon or sometimes Sunday morning, Kak Jun invites me to church. Kak Jun is my level brother. He was not an elderly child, and seeing me not returning to my hometown as a semester break made him intend to-at least-protect my spiritual life. He is a good boy, diligent to church and devoted to his parents. I was also invited to his house several times to stop after church home. Her parents are also very kind to me. I even feel like a family there. But just to the extent, I do not have any kind of sense to him. I think so with him. Although some of my friends say we are very suitable.

Kak Jun and I are indeed familiar even since the first month I became a sister level. Because of his nature and his hobby of making poetry made me connect with him. Strange too, he does not look like a poet (I mean, usually people who like poetry are calm people, while he is not so)
My cell phone rang while I was reading a novel. His call id "Mas Tian", my brother.
"Hello. Tumben the phone, what's up? "
"Hell, what the first time, what did you come home for?"
"Hell. No pretend ndak know anyway mas "
"Sakno father inilo miss."
"Sampein aja I also miss. This is also because of mas "
"What do you mean?"
"Loh, Mas Tian does not really understand?" My tone became a little loud considering Mas Tian, who recently tried to match his father with some flirtatious ladies. The annoying thing is dad looks happy because of it.
"So, you go home. Let me explain it all. "
"I'll come home later if there is another long holiday. Now it's a gig. Next week already entered "
"Alright. You learn really yes there "
"Yeah." I hung up my phone immediately, though I heard Mas Tian still wanted to say something.
I continued my novel. But not how long, no more calls.
"Hello."
"Hello Na"
"Yeah what is Kak Jun?" My logic changed slightly from before, when I received a call from Mas Tian
"I'll pick you up again."
"Pick-up? Where?"
"Yeah, there's a social service for youth at church. I was asked to ask you. But no ah, I do not invite you. I force you to come along. So hurry get ready. Bye "I still want to talk, but the phone is closed. I understand how Mas Mas's feelings, a few minutes before this, I hung up the phone while he still wanted to talk.
"Thank you ya Na already helpin. Not tired? "Jun asked kak as he gave me the coconut ice he had just bought. Social service at the orphanage with the young men in his church is quite entertaining and exhausting. I am quite easy to get along with people so in Kak Jun's church, I also start getting some friends. And I'm quite welcome there.
"No, exclamation" I said then sipping the young coconut ice. Kak Jun then smiled strangely.
"Why lu kak? What a strange smile? "I continued. He looked surprised to hear me who apparently saw his strange face and shook his head. Since that time, Kak Jun often shows me his strange expression. I even saw her face red when she looked at me. But it's just vague. He always turns around after staring at my gaze.
A tiring lecture back. I complained several times even cursing when I was tired. This is strange to me. Holiday lecture to complain, go to college complaining. It is almost the same as the Israelites when it was in the wilderness.
"Na, Navy!" Someone shouted as I was about to leave because my college day was over. And time already shows at 4 pm. I really miss my mattress. So I pretended not to hear it. And instead I speed up my path.
"Navy!" He shouted again, because I did not stop my steps. But I'm also keen to pretend not to hear.
"Hay blue dongker stop!" I immediately stopped my steps. Yes, my name is Navy Michaela. Shocked there is also a call me blue dongker. Actually Navy has a naval meaning. But my father is not a navy. Or rather my name is not related to the navy. Only, my mother really like the color 'Navy' aka blue dongker. While Michaela is the name I got from my Oma, my mother's adoptive parents. From small friends all call me 'Na' which is also my mother's nickname "Nana".
"What's wrong with Jun."
"Blow it! I'm tired. Bentar "He asked for time. He looks to regulate the breath and sweat
"Here, tissue" He reached for the tissue from me, wiped his face and ... that again, a strange smile and a vague face I saw red but he immediately ducked and set his breath again
"I'm looking for you from the cafeteria, on to the 3rd floor. Meet your friends, she says to the toilet. I wait in front of the toilet for quite a while. Uh, temen lu said again he said you've come home. I'm running. "
"Continue? What is wrong?"
"Wednesday night no show?"
"Tumben lu nanya I have an event. Usually you do not "
"Yes because this is not a church event."
"What kind of event?"
"The show is a child of Indonesian literature. Performances of gitulah poems. If you do not have an event, I'll pick you up at 6 pm "
"Usually that makes me have a show you elu kak" I then giggled
"Okay. Wednesday, 6 o'clock yes "he said as he passed, I nodded in agreement
I'm waiting for kak Jun to pick me up. I stood in front of the fence while continuing to rub my lips that I think were too red. This is my friends kos. Heard I would go to the famous Indonesian Literature children's show and its always dazzling makeup. They dress me up. If it's good why not. It's too menor. Moreover, this dress feels really make me uncomfortable. Without me realizing someone who was waiting for me with his duck motor already in front of me
Woy! "
"Eh Kak Jun" I said, still with my hands on my lips
"I do not have to go aja deh yes" I continued with pitiful face
"Well, why?"
"I'm not comfortable to wear this dress. Where is the red lips really again. Because of the kids nih "I really feel weird, because kak Jun just wear casual clothes with shoes that he usually use on campus
"Gini deh, I love 15 minutes yes. Elu change casual clothes, plus remove the lu lipstick it change to a more calm color. Hahaha. "He chuckled. See, I do look strange.
"Oh yes, just remove the lipstick. The powder do not. Later long "he continued. And I immediately went into kosan
Arriving at the event, we immediately sat in the place that has been provided. I managed to change my outfit with my favorite white dungker and jogger pants. Quite crowded also the show. The show is held to celebrate the birthday of Indonesian literature Prodi. It's a good drama show he says. because accompanied by the musicalization of poetry, singing and dancing. Besides there are also booth-booth food and games. Really festive. I really enjoyed the drama. But it does not seem to be with Jun. Kak Jun looked down and turned to me and said.
"Na, what is his drama?" He raised his voice to let me hear it but kept his voice out of the ears because I sat down with a seat with him. It's always like that, in church too. I do not want to sit right next to her. When there is the same course too if he wants to sit near me, there must be a seat limit. Actually it's not just him. But on all guys. Somehow I do not like to sit in a row with men. In junior high school I even got angry guardian of my class because I did not want to obey the rules that he made is 'Seated men'. But because I scolded me, my ward's guard got my father's. Malang also the fate of my class guardian.
"What's upsetting. Nice drama gini "I replied that managed to make it not continue the conversation. But then I'm the one who can not enjoy this drama because Kak Jun repeatedly changed the sitting position.
"Why is it?"
"Laper" Answered with a pitiful face. Gets me a giggle. It was not because his drama was bad. But because he is hungry.
We went around the food booth. He chose to buy heavy food, namely rice soup. While I prefer to buy a cubit pie in the same booth. As he ate, I turned around to the game booth-without his knowledge-which made me toyor. After he finished, we turned again. I showed it to the unique booth I had seen while I was walking alone. His writing "Ice cream or dolls do not use money"
"Mas, the doll is free?" I asked the booth attendant. I fell in love with the cute white teddy doll lined up there. The size is small, but the feathers look fine.
"Nah ya. Pay, but do not use money "
"Continue?"
"Mbaknya must write poetry first. New dapet ice cream later "
"Well, really ice cream. You want a doll. "
"Yeah mbak, so gini .. Mbaknya must write poetry first. Later dapet ice cream. Well, if the poem is really a poem, and can be read on the stage. You can get a doll. "
"Yeah here's gih." I say a little challenged. Kak Jun just looks at it.
"Mas paper one more for this mas"
"Lah, how come I am"
"Just write it. Not bad, do not get a dummy but get ice cream "which he finally obeyed.
"Wow cool ya ya poetry made mas Junior" I'm stunned. So is not my good poetry?
"Can not dibacain mas? Let me get the doll "I smiled and my eyes beckoned to kak Jun to allow her because I want the doll
"Bonekanya can make mbaknya loh mas. I think mbaknya really want "Goda booth guard it
"May it be Jun's birthday."
"Tuh, his girlfriend really want his doll loh mas" Said another one
"Not a girlfriend" he replied
"Oh, gebetan?" I wrinkled my forehead and shook my head quite hard
"Brother" Answer Kak Jun hurriedly
"Yes already if that's not a problem"
"Nope" He said as he took the ice cream from the booth's keeper's hand. I am glowing.
Though the white bear teddy is so funny.
"Yes I can" The correction again. Develop my smile.
"Please select the puppet mas"
"Choose there!" He ordered me. Of course I chose that white teddy bear
"Go home" invite him.
"Yes. It's still at half past eight, "I said. He just obeyed and followed me to the almost full stool. And finally I had to sit with him. Without one seat any more.
The show is like an operetta. So like there is a commercial break for other appearances. And I saw a guard from the ice cream booth and the doll went up onstage and started reading some poems from the people who stopped at their booth
"There is one poem that is in deep. It's Junior, oh boy Sociology is apparently. "I turned to him. He just looked down. I saw the faint red face again
"Oh dear really not a literary child" Answer a friend
"I'm bacain ya gaes"
"Blue, you're the sky.
Able to make me shade.
But please do not cloudy.
I can not see you sad
Blue, you're that ...
Oceans
Make me like to linger around you
But please do not be angry
Your waves will remove me
I love you, Blue "
I applauded loudly as I shouted in awe. But Kak Jun just looks at me. I stop my applause, it looks like he does not like it
"Come home yuk" He then stood up, I followed him from behind.
Kak Jun has not been there for a long time. It's Sunday, usually at 6.15 he's in front of the fence. But I do not know, even if he picks me up I do not know. I decided to go home and meet my father today. After about 5 months I did not meet him because of my anger. But I do not know, something strange. Is this miss? But why do I miss kak Jun?
"Hello kak Jun"
"Uh, what is Na?" He replied on the other end of the line. After consideration, I decided to call her after I arrived at the boardinghouse. So now I keep my promise to myself
"This Tuesday there's a show?"
"Not really .." He replied heavily.
"I want to invite my brother" Oh God, why am I chatting with me, usually I'm ..
"Tumben, what's the matter?"
"I'm allright. Just because now my sister never invites the road. Yes so I invite sister road "
"Okay, Tuesday at 3 pm? I'm picking up? "Wait, kak Jun also use 'me'.
"Deal!" I replied and hung up
Me and kak Jun have been in the cafe near kak Jun's church. Quite well known also this cafe. We sat facing each other. I'm really unusual like this. Go to cafe, snack coffee, sit face to face guy.
"So, what's up?" Jun's brother started the conversation. Instead of answering, I stared at her. And I think that's what I missed. His strange smile and red face now more clearly visible. But that was not long. He immediately turned his face, and looked around
"Sister, may bacain poetry that time? In his son's literary hut. "He paused
"Yes, if you want me" I continued.
"Blue, you're the sky.
Able to make me shade.
But please do not cloudy.
I can not see you sad
Blue, you're the ocean
Make me like to linger around you
But please do not be angry
Your waves will remove me
I love you, Blue "I saw his eyes staring deeply at me. As if looking for a gap to read my heart.
"Blue? Is that me? "I asked, he nodded awkwardly.
"So that's for me kak?"
"Yes." I smiled broadly at him. But he looks still clumsy and bowed. Or even more like fear
"I should have known from the beginning kak. I should have known from a strange smile and a red sister's face every time I saw my sister. I should have known from the time my sister called me blue. I should know if the poem is for me "my face started to look serious
"Sorry, I'm scared. I'm comfortable in the front seat of your admirer. For me, it does not matter to pick you up every morning, noon, afternoon, night. The important thing I keep going for you. So, pas mas-mas that asked what my poetry can dibacain. I refused. But I can not see you manyun. And when I get home, you sit down again in the stands. I was scared to death. Fear you are conscious and shy away from me. But you did not notice. And I do not know, when I knew you were applauding. I should be happy right? because you do not realize if the poem is for you. But there I was sad. Really sad. because I know, it turns out your feelings to me is just a limited friend. But when you called me yesterday. I feel better. At least I can be your friend, although my feelings are not reciprocated "
Sister is wrong. Why do I call my sister if you do not feel like you're back? "
"So what do you mean?"
"It should emang so right? The first brother who knows if my name is related to blue. Not a navy. From there I should know if the brother understands I really "
I smiled at her smile. And since then, I've always looked at him deeply to see the strange smile and his flushed face as he looks at me. The difference, now he never looked away to cover it. I was very happy to be beside him, he was never absent to give me poetry every morning. And I hope this is not just the beginning.
End.