Just a little break
Paper Boat Bait

Falling moon. The sun has risen in the eastern horizon. The dew hangs gently on the foliage. The third day of the hospital. He was allowed to go home by the doctor. A new problem arose, somewhere he was going.

He felt he had no one else. He walked over to the administration desk. Ask him how much he's been here? But someone already paid for it. I asked who was the benefactor?

The woman who became the administrative officer only pointed at a girl who was walking closer towards him. Let's glare fascinated to see the girl. Who her? It was amazing the face and the body.

His clothes are polite too. Her body was all-white, her skin was snow-white, her eyes were beautiful, her nose was small but sharp, her straight hair was brownish, her eyebrows were thin but formed very beautifully.

Then, the most amazing for Anggit all of it is natural without polish and makeup. Cold without mentioning names. The girl gave a piece of paper to Anggit. Fill that paper.

At first he thought it was a bill for the hospital he had to replace. They sometimes look at each other. Opened and read its contents, it turns out an address. An address far enough from here.

That afternoon the rain was still small specks, not getting bigger nor subsided, static. I wear formalin. Consider going up and down the angkot to find a house that is at that address. Although not too far away, but the route from the address requires about twice the angkot ride.

He arrived at the house that was at that address. The house is quite large, whitewashed with a small garden with a pond in front. The distance of the gate to the main door is not too far just a stone throw.

Since then he was screaming in front of the gate there was no response. So he tried to dare to enter, and it turned out that the gate was not locked. He knocked on the door, saying hello. Waiting for a few seconds, there was an answer from within. Then the door opened, and look. Who's on the inside?

“Lia!?” anggit cried while not believing.

“You!?” ask Lia astonishment.

“What are you doing here?” ask Anggit while gulping, nervous.

“Loo. This is my home,” said Lia gave an explanation.

Consider scratching the back of his head that does not itch. It was obvious that he was misbehaving and nervous. Without saying much more Anggit gives a brown map. Lia accepted it, checked it out and was very grateful to him.

“Gosh. Thank you very much ya. I myself have also been looking for these letters. I didn't expect to be left behind in the angkot. Once again thank you,” said Lia.

Lia looked back. Like making sure of something. Angit who saw it was curious and took a glance inside.

“Emm, I didn't expect the letters to have you and I also didn't expect you to live in an elite area with a house this good,” Anggit said.

Anggit's words made Lia realize, she immediately looked back at the Anggit in front of her. He hasn't answered yet. Suddenly from behind Lia, appeared a man like the ethnic descendants of Europe.

Large in stature, his nose pointed, his eyes large, his black eyebrows as if fused together, aged around fifty years old. He only wears a t-shirt and shorts. As he approached, he asked what was wrong with Lia.

“Nothing. He's just a friend,” Lia said, explaining.

“Ouww.. just friends,” said the man while chuckling and staring lightly at Anggit.

Then he wildly patted Lia's butt hard which kept her closed for a moment. I was very surprised to see that. Until he had a non-no thought, so see the behavior of the person.

“Emm. He does like to delay if kidding,” said Lia, hurriedly explained.

Let's look at him for a moment as if he still lacks faith. This time it was Lia who looked nervous and misbehaved. Shut up for a moment, silence. They were confused to continue on to the topic of conversation especially.

“One more time thank you yaa.” said Lia.

No longer know what to say. I think there is something strange about this meeting. Not like guests and people who know each other. Their meetings and conversations were cold, nervous and covered up.

Lia once again thanked Anggit. Assume to reply with a smile. Slowly Lia was about to close the door again. Terliat rush, but before that Anggit ventured to talk.

A disappointed look hung on his face. But for him it's okay, he can't answer that today, which is important he already knows his home. Destiny leads them. The rain has gone.

Take a few more steps near the gate. Suddenly the door opened again, and Lia shouted. “You may stop by, but only on Wednesdays!”

The supplicant who heard that came back closer to the door, asked with certainty, and Lia replied with a nod of her head. Aggit smiled very happy. Walking towards the gate, when at the gate he once again wanted to look towards the house.

It turned out that there was still Lia there who was watching him while holding the brown map he had just given. Anggit saw him smile. Slowly sympathy, admiration and care began to attack him.

“The man is very good,” said Lia in heart.

He saves her when attacked by a gang of thugs. Returning his precious letters without the slightest flaw, and everything he did was selfless. Without ever expecting anything in return.

He just wants to be more delicatent with her. Lia laughed to herself in her room. Remembering all the things she's done for him. I love it maybe, but if love knows who. God knows if someone is in love.

He was drowning in a beautiful daydream. Without her realizing there was a man near her door, she observed Lia daritadi.

“Do not trust too much in men. Can hurt later,” said the man in a high tone of voice.

Lia just shut up. Not responding even as if not listening. But in his heart he woke up. Maybe if only for friends. But if for more than that it can't. He's afraid Angit wretched.

The day changed again and again. It felt very fast like a rolling snowball grinding all the memories inside. Making someone bigger and mature to behave in life or even worse in life.

Because two things have been passed. The relationship with Lia is getting closer. Sometimes, because the path is the same. Lia occasionally escorted by Anggit, but on every trip home, let alone chat.

They were obviously just silent to each other. Shame to say, even for a few words. In fact, even though Lia has been allowed to stop by her house on Wednesday. I still dare not do it.

Consider feeling embarrassed and less sure about the feelings she felt towards Lia. On October 19, 2008, in the afternoon. His parents came from the village. Anggit was asked to pick up his parents at the train station.

They want to see their son. Both of his parents could have taken a private car with a driver, but his mother was eager to take the train. As a result, his father could only obey his wishes.

Aggit has been waiting on the station platform for about half an hour. Sometimes he talks to the toilet guard. Downstream the train has changed, but the train carrying his parents has not yet arrived.

The atmosphere and scenery on this platform was also very quiet. Makes the dog get bored quickly. Fortunately for him the weather was not too hot. He continued his chat with the toilet guard, Mr. Bas, Anggit called him.

This time they exchanged stories about the train's successive collision twenty-nine years ago. Suppose he had heard the news when he was a child, but looking directly and, hearing from people who saw the incident in front of his own eyes is very different.

“Despite that incident being a long time ago. But there are still some family members of the victims who often come here on the date of the event. Yes perhaps to remember and mendo’akan,” said Pak Bas who is now fifty years old.

Take a pause, think a little about remembering something. “Emm if not wrong the event happened on this date right Sir?” ask her then with a curious face hue.

The toilet keeper nodded, pointing across, “itu.”

Anggit threw his gaze in the direction designated by Mr. Bas. There, he saw a girl and several other people wearing all-black clothes. The passengers and other officers did not feel uncomfortable.

Because they already know what the purpose of these pilgrims. They want to remember and remember the events that took the lives of their loved ones. They were all on the opposite platform, because the successive collision event did happen on the track there.

Take a moment of amazement and be moved, and when the pilgrim begins to return home, there is one person left. He stood reverently staring at the trajectory that was in front of him. Consider seeing it full of question marks.

She's like. she's like. Think about rubbing his face and rubbing his eyes, as if in disbelief. Unknowingly Mr. Bas also noticed it.

“You know him, Son?” ask Mr. Bas.

Consider awakening, nodding and assuring. Slowly the carriage carrying his parents had also arrived. The carriage after carriage stopped slowly, the sound of friction between the track and the wheels of the train caused a fairly loud squeaking sound.

Suppose, he was still looking at Lia across, through the narrow cracks of the carriage cavity and the faint windows. He was curious as to who the members of the Lia family had died as a result of this accident.

“As I recall her name is Lia. He used to come here on October 19th. All his family died in the accident. Especially her parents. He always came, brought some colorful paper and made a paper boat. I don't know what his goal is only him and God knows. Usually he will come for three days, this is only the first day,” Pak Bas explained.

Let's just be quiet, I'm very interested in the story. Until he was unaware that his parents had gotten off the train and called him. Anggit's daydreams are gone. He approached both his parents.

He kissed and kissed both hands. Carrying some luggage. The train is back. Assume her parents walk to the exit, and when she looks back. Lia is no longer there either.

Raising ever greater question marks for Anggit, who is the girl really? If, indeed, his entire family died, then who is the man in his house? what he said was his father.

His behavior is very strange, but it cannot be denied if Anggit loves him. Angit loves Lia. But the love was lost when Mr. Bas took the time to inform him a few sentences, before he left with his parents.

“Nak, please stay away from the girl. Because she's a whore. She's a mistress girl rich guy striped nose.”